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CONGRATULATIONS FOR THE 100 FOLLOWERS! 🥳🎂🎉

For the celebration:

Arthur/reader/Isaac triad + handcuffs :3

Thank you, sweetie! 🥰❣️

This was even more fun than I expected and went on places I wasn't expecting either

Words: 3637

Summary: You should have known Arthur's surprise from the morning wasn't his only one. Neither was dinner. But this... was a little past your expectations. The trust and vulnerability of such an offering... But Isaac's reaction was the biggest surprise, and the promise of a night to remember

Tags: NSFW, Light Bondage, Very Light Dom/sub Play, Dom! Isaac/sub! Arthur, Use of Toys (besides the handcuffs), Teasing and Edging, Cockwarming, Double Penetration, Fluffy Ending, Modern Setting

Request from my 100 Followers Celebration. Prompts for it were from @anyfandomfluffbingo

I actually decided to pair this with my previous fic (post both together), because I think they make for a nice set.

Previous Fic / IkeVamp Masterlist / General Masterlist / AO3 Link

Even when you thought Arthur’s gift from earlier wasn’t his only surprise, this wasn’t what you expected him to have in mind.

But it made for such an erotic sight, to find him handcuffed to the bed like this, even when he was still dressed, that your surprise and confusion were quickly brushed away.

“Looks as good as you expected, luv?”

Arthur smiled seductively at you and you returned the smile. You would be somewhat nice to him because it was your anniversary, but he would still lose that smugness pretty soon. Especially after Isaac arrived.

He was still putting himself in your hands, after all.

“Well, I can’t see much with these clothes on the way.”

“Oh, I thought you would like to unwrap your present yourself.”

“Fair. I thought of offering you the same, but looks like you already have your hands full tonight.” you shrugged off your summer dress, revealing the lingerie you had bought, especially to surprise your boys tonight. Well, mostly Arthur.

A deep blue, mostly see-through negligee, adorned with black lace, and a pair of matching panties that were not transparent.

The sound that escaped Arthur sounded suspiciously like a whimper.

“I will have to wait for Isaac, then.” You added, slowly stepping closer to the bed, watching the way his eyes accompanied your movements. You grinned and Arthur pouted.

“Are you that intent on torturing me, luv? You know, I can barely resist how sexy you are when you’re not trying to seduce me.”

“Just seeing how committed you are to the game you started.” You crawled on top of him. Arthur gulped. “You admit defeat already?”

“You know I never do.” His smile turned confident again. “But don’t you think we should consult Newt before making this a game? Where is he, anyway?”

“He got a call. He’ll be here soon. And if you’re worried about this being too much for him… you remember why we bought these, don’t you?” You asked, tugging at the chain of the handcuffs.

Isaac had been oddly curious about the use of some toys during your last shopping spree, so you didn’t waste the opportunity. He rarely expressed any interest in anything without you proposing it first. Even if this turned out to be something you wouldn’t try again, it would be a good experience to all of you.

And speaking of Isaac…

“It was from work. There was a problem, so I get the day off tomorrow too. Maybe we…”

You turned to loot at the door as best as you could, watching as he stopped as soon as he noticed the position you were in. Embarrassment and desire clear on his face, battling for his focus.

“What do I do with you?” Isaac groaned and closed his eyes, his face burning red. “I turn around for a minute and you—”

“I was just waiting for you to unwrap our present. Will you help me or do you want to watch?”

Isaac sighed, but he stepped closer, eyes still closed and face still red.

“Is it too much, Isaac?” Arthur asked with a little of concern.

But that was because he had even less of a view of Isaac than you did, because to you, it looked like desire was winning and Isaac was actually trying to keep himself from pouncing on you.

The image that thought brought was quite tempting, although it would completely change your plans.

“You always are.” Isaac muttered, starting to unbutton his shirt as he approached you. “But I… It’s not your fault. I just don’t know how to deal with these new feelings sometimes.”

“If you want to change to something more comfortable, just say the word. But by the look of things, I would say that’s not what you want.” Arthur grinned.

“No. Only you two could ever make me feel such things, and I don’t hate it. Although…” Isaac leaned towards Arthur. “Why, even in this position, do you have to try to tease me?”

Before Arthur could answer, Isaac kissed him.

“You’re lucky it is our anniversary, because I don’t think Isaac would let this opportunity pass otherwise.” You chuckled, watching your boyfriends make out.

You shifted your body a little, the scene only making the ache within you stronger. Arthur moaned as your movements ended up brushing against him, and Isaac finally pulled away.

“It is our anniversary indeed. And Arthur said it wasn’t fair for us to be the only ones pampering him. I guess it is his turn to entertain us, don’t you think, darling?” Isaac kissed you this time, not giving you the opportunity to reply, either.

It almost didn’t sound or look like the Isaac you knew, both his words and the lustful glance he shot Arthur. It was so rare that you would wake this side of him, even between the three of you. Completely taken by lust that he lost most of his reservations.

Maybe he was more like that when he and Arthur were alone. You could imagine Arthur’s teasing getting to him like that without you to mediate or just catch their attention.

“I guess that’s what he had in mind when he started this.” You winked at Arthur as Isaac walked out of your view. “Wasn’t it, love?” you traced a path down his throat lightly with a nail, stopping at the first button of his shirt and toying with it.

“You know I belong to you. But I think I will need a drink for that.”

Isaac climbed behind you on the bed and nudged you a little forward. You shifted your position, and he kissed your back, humming in approval.

You turned to Arthur, hands returning to his shirt as you slowly finally opened a button.

“I would love to comply, but I think we should wait for Isaac to be ready.”

Isaac kissed your back, probably a sign he approved. You felt him unbuckling Arthur’s pants.

“I could always bite him too, just to...”

This time, you didn’t know what Isaac did, but Arthur’s words turned into a deep moan rather quickly. You chuckled.

“What Is the fun in rushing it? Why don’t I bite you instead for now?”

You bent forward and did just that, biting his neck just hard enough to leave a mark, then soothing the spot with your tongue. Arthur moaned and the handcuff’s chain rattled as he instinctively tried to reach out for you.

“You look so hot like this.” You whispered in his ear. “So helpless… Completely in our hands…”

“I… I always am…”

Behind you, Isaac groaned, and the sound was followed by a louder moan from Arthur.

“What is this?” Isaac asked, sounding more surprised than confused.

Arthur opened his mouth to answer, but what came out was an even louder moan and you felt him buck.

You could imagine what Isaac had found as he removed Arthur’s clothes. A butt plug Arthur had bought once, and at least between the two of you, it was usually his sign you could do anything you wanted to him.

Probably because that usually included you pegging him, but even when it didn’t, he would just keep wearing it.

“Do you want me to fill you up that much?” Isaac continued. Arthur gasped and moaned. “Or should she do it?”

You moaned too, grinding against Arthur. The way Isaac’s voice got when he got that much into the game. Low and sweet. So seductive.

“Or maybe I have different plans.”

But you were feeling a little lost between their exchange. What was the best way you could regain a little control?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the low cracking of the bed, as Isaac climbed off and you watched him go straight to the drawer you kept your “toy box”.

You moved to your previous position, lightly grinding against Arthur’s hardened cock, before resuming your work on his shirt, with a certain urgency this time.

You gently grazed your nails over his chest, earning a short gasp, then circled a nipple and his breath hitched.

“That sensitive already?” You ground your hips against his again. “I didn’t even start.”

You gave him a soft bite just below his collarbones, then again a little lower, leaving a trail of marks on your way to reach a nipple. You dragged your tongue over the tip, making him shudder, then gently dragged your teeth over it, feeling it harden as you did.

“You could try this,” Isaac offered you a small bottle. He had brought the whole box over and set it beside the bed.

“Good idea.” You smiled and knelt up, accepting what you realized to be a cooling gel.

“You really want to watch me squirm, don’t you?” If Arthur wanted it to sound like he was complaining, then it was failing.

“If I wanted to, I would turn this on maximum speed and leave you locked here.” Isaac replied, flushing to the tip of his ears, probably embarrassed at the image that thought must have brought up, as he showed Arthur what he had picked from the box.

“What about that talk about filling me up yourself?”

“If you’re still up for another round after we’re done, I might.” Isaac walked out of your view again.

“Buying this was your suggestion. Do you still want to try it?”

He basically told you there was no need to ask when he put himself in such a position, but you still liked to make sure. And to hear him admit it.

“Ready to try whatever you want, dear.”

Sometimes you wondered what it would take for him to regret these words, but you knew he only said that because he knew you wouldn’t even try.

“I will keep that in mind.”

You applied a little of the gel on the nipple you hadn’t touched yet, watching the way Arthur squirmed. You bent down and blew over it, making his back arch.

Then Isaac had him moaning and his hips bucking, almost throwing you off, so you readjusted your body over his, leaning your weight on one arm and pinching his nipple with your free hand, then pulling and lightly twisting it, making his back arch again.

You went back to rubbing, as you drew the other nipple in your mouth, sucking it.

But Arthur’s moans were cut by a groan that sounded quite dissatisfied, followed by a shift in the bed and soon you were being distracted from your assault by Isaac’s hands moving to your hips, making you moan this time.

“You chose this one for Arthur, didn’t you?” He asked, caressing your sides over the negligee.

“Jealous?” You asked playfully. “Don’t worry. I have something special in mind for our anniversary, too.”

“No-Not that I don’t like it!” Isaac added hurriedly, hands sliding down. “Just…” You knew it was a little more daring than he usually liked. “May I?” He asked, tracing the waistband of your underwear with light touches that made you shiver and squirm.

“As you wish.” You leaned your body weight on both arms and rested your forehead against Arthur’s chest, so you could move your legs to a position that allowed him to remove the piece of clothing.

And Isaac lingered, his hands sliding slowly and sensually over your skin, lips that trailed butterfly kisses after them. It was your turn to sigh and moan, and you couldn’t even get a little friction to calm your aching core.

Then, his hands guided you back to a kneeling position, caressing your hips over your negligee. One of them slid up and brushed your hair aside, then he kissed the back of your neck.

“I will come back for you in a moment, darling.”

“Can’t decide which one of us you want first, Newt?” Arthur teased. “Or is the problem how you want it?”

“I…”

Isaac didn’t finish or move for a moment. You could imagine him blushing even harder than before, and the way he probably was frowning as he mulled over his unspoken dilemma.

“If you want something, you know you can always ask.” Arthur told him.

“Don’t be ashamed of wanting to experiment. We won’t judge you, even if it’s something we’re not okay with.”

Isaac didn’t respond, but he moved. A bottle was unscrewed, and you felt his hands occasionally brushing you, accompanied by new, sweet moans from Arthur.

You joined him, reaching for the bottle you had set aside and resuming your work on his nipples.

“You are being so loud today.” Isaac told him.

“Whose… fault it… is.”

“Hope it’s ours.” You chuckled.

“In… indeed. And I… can’t take it… much longer…”

These words were Issac’s clue to stop what he was doing, causing Arthur to whimper.

“You’re being so mean today…”

“Sorry. Just a little longer.”

Isaac’s hands returned to your hips, this time slipping under your clothes, massaging the skin, then down your legs. One hand climbed the inside of your tight, until a couple of fingers were probing you, testing how ready you were. The other massaged your clit until you started trying to grind against him.

Then his hands returned to your hips, and he guided you back, until you found yourself sitting directly over Arthur.

He didn’t need to say anything. You lowered your body, letting him fill you. Both of you groaned, finally getting what you wanted.

But as soon as he was all the way in, Isaac kissed your neck, then nibbled at your ear.

“Stay still.” He whispered in that sweet, erotic tone you were so weak for.

“Newt…” Arthur complained.

Both of you knew he wasn’t that serious, but this time you felt like complaining, too. But the fact Isaac was finding the confidence to lead you like that was hot enough for you to let it pass.

Arthur’s complaint turned into a low moan and his body jerked again, making you bounce a little. There was a quiet moment, then it happened again.

All the while, the bed creaked as Isaac reached for where he left the rest of the toys, then extended a hand so you could see what he had.

“Do you mind?” He asked, with a certain hesitation, but not the usual shyness.

It was another pair of handcuffs. You had bought a set of toys that came with three.

But it took you a moment to respond, realizing Isaac had something else in hand that had gotten a reaction out of Arthur. The control for the vibrator from earlier. It was very quiet, so you hadn’t noticed, but now you could hear the low hum of each pulse from it, quickly covered by Arthur’s groans and whimpers.

You gulped, but nodded and put your arms back. Still, he caressed your skin without making any move to bind you.

“Are you sure?”

“Go ahead.”

He was gentle in making sure he had you in the most comfortable position possible before locking the cuffs. Then he caressed your arm and kissed your shoulder.

“We’ll get there soon.” His hands returned to caressing your body, this time up to your breasts. He circled both of your nipples from over your cloth. Such a different feeling from the contact of bare skins.

He gently tugged on the tips, while his mouth explored your neck, then his hands covered your breasts and kneaded the skin.

Arthur groaned, even before another pulse of the vibrator, watching Isaac touch you. He tried to buck his hips into you, but Isaac was probably holding him down. But the small movement was enough to make you whimper again.

Isaac licked and nibbled at your neck, his hands sliding down, back to your legs and your clothes, this time climbing your body from under them, then back down again, lightly squeezing your ass.

“Where do you want me?”

“Wherever you want, love.” It wouldn’t be the first time you had both of them in either way, and at this point you were beside the point of caring, as long as you got what you needed.

Both you and Arthur moaned as one of his fingers probed the place where both of you were joined.

This always took a little longer to prepare, but you were definitely ready.

But Isaac changed his mind, his hands sliding up back up to your ass and the tip of a finger teased your entrance.

“I think you’re at your limit.”

“Don’t mind… us.” Arthur told him breathlessly. “What… about you?”

With Arthur handcuffed from the beginning and the way he stayed before you, neither of you had the opportunity to touch Isaac all night.

“Watching you has been just enough to get me there, too. Can I continue?”

“Yes.” You and Arthur said in unison.

Isaac’s hands moved away for a moment, but returned shortly. The lube felt slightly cold, making you squirm a little, and that was enough to make him pause.

“Don’t stop.” Your tone was so pleading that you would be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate.

Isaac kissed your shoulder again, and a finger pushed into you with ease.

“Almost there, darling.” A second finger joined the first. “You feel so ready already, but I just want to make sure.”

“We have… been ready for… a while, sweetie.”

“Aren’t you too, luv?”

Isaac groaned, pulling his hands away. You just felt him move in a certain hurry, then his hands returned to your hips and his lips were on your neck again, sucking sweetly, before his fangs grazed your skin.

“May I?”

“Do it.”

He gripped you tighter and adjusted himself, and his fangs pierced into you just as he did.

Both yours and Arthur’s cry of your boyfriend’s name resounded together, as well as Isaac’s groan as he drank from you.

No matter how many times you did this, the combined pleasure was still overwhelming and made your head spin.

“The two of you feel so good,” Isaac moaned as he pulled away, thrusting into you slow and hard, making you rock on Arthur, as he licked your neck off any spill of your blood.

“You’re… still holding back?” Arthur asked.

“Not… enough for you? Should I… turn the… vibrator back on?”

Arthur gave a dry laugh and shook his head.

But as Isaac’s thrusts turned shallower, and one of his hands pulled away, you thought he would do it anyway, only for that hand to return to you, fingers slick with lube that played with your clit.

When you thought it would finally push you past your limit, his hand was back on your hip, and Isaac started thrusting harder again. The lube easing the friction between your skin and Arthur’s, making this ride easier and more pleasurable.

This time he didn’t stay on that slow pace for long, building speed as his breathing grew heavier and he started kissing and nibbling your neck again.

Arthur came first, filling you up with such a loud moan you would later be thankful you didn’t live in an apartment anymore.

A couple more thrusts did you in right after, your body collapsing forward, but Isaac held you, gently stroking your skin and whispering sweetly praise to you.

You were barely aware that he had stopped, and of him removing the cuffs from you, but as your mind started to clear, he nudged you forward so your body was parallel to Arthur’s, and handed you the keys.

You released Arthur as Isaac started thrusting into you again. One of Arthur’s hands went immediately to the back of your head, pulling you closer, his lips on your neck, kissing it.

“Sorry if I can’t be gentler, luv.” He whispered right before sinking his fangs on you, right over where Isaac did.

This didn’t take long to pull another orgasm out of you, your mind going blank with pleasure, and Isaac soon followed. Arthur kept kissing your neck, one hand caressing your hair, the other rubbing your back.

Isaac pulled away as you let yourself lay on top of Arthur, connected as you were.

“Are you okay?” Isaac asked, sitting on the head of the bed by your side. “Did I go too far?”

“We are fine.” You smiled tiredly at him.

“And you did wonderfully, luv.” Arthur caressed his arm.

Isaac bent down and kissed both of you.

“Good.” Isaac said, flustered. “Your wrists okay?”

“Slightly sore, but we expected that.”

“Not something I would wear often, but not something that can hurt once in a while.” Arthur added.

“Should I get you cleaned, or are you joining me in the bath?”

“Can you get up?” Arthur asked you.

“I think so. Since you are taking one, another bath sounds nice.” you reached out and gently squeezed his leg. “But before that, did we sate your curiosity? Did you enjoy today?”

Isaac frowned, getting even redder, but you saw the silent determination in his eyes. He knew this feedback was important to you.

“I am satisfied with today. Although I prefer when we have equal freedom around each other, having both of you so vulnerable with me… Trusting me like that…”

“Hope that means you will be comfortable coming to us whenever you are curious about something else.” You sat up and hugged Issac. Arthur did the same.

“I love you.” Isaac whispered, his voice a little hoarse. He looked ready to cry.

Isaac being this overwhelmed by love and trust was becoming rarer, and you believed he would grow out of it. But while not, you would be there to support him.

“We love you too.”

And you stayed like that until Isaac calmed down, and even after getting cleaned up and ready to bed, that was how you went to sleep, with Isaac nested between you, showered in all your love and attention.

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So many emotions just yearning to come out and make itself known... But I wanna hug them both. I wanna hug Hoseok and the rest of tannies who became a Nightmare from death's door...

This was such an incredible chapter. Getting a chance to have our main pairing spend time together, the vulnerability and wholesomeness that comes along with it. The tenderness we rarely see surface feok them both.

Great job using Hoseok's concept photo as an inspiration for this chapter too💕 Stories being made out of such concepts is just chef's kiss✨🥰

Gosh now I'm eager to read more, ever so now. More moments like this please🙏🙏💓 here's to hoping our Hoseok gets more kisses too for the time being. Yet my heart has faith in what you have next in store for us, may they be gruesome, romance-filled, suspense and anything under the sun^^

@kookieswan will be rereading this chapter for days til your next update, luv^^ count on it.

Red Light - Star Crossed Lovers

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, lots of Angst but there’s some Fluff tossed in.

Warnings: OOOOOF. Talk of major character death, mentions of killing/stabbing. Blood/gore. Mental trauma. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: Hoseok tries his best to answer your questions (and console you) as you attempt to climb out of the rabbit hole.

Notes: This takes place the day after Silent Smile and will have a ‘prequel’ so to say! Buckle the fuck up homies because we’re going on a wild ride ✨

This is Part 34 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️

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“I have so many questions…” You stumble into Hoseok’s room, the man already standing at the wall of his cell. He looks at you with wide black eyes, a full on grin on his face as you nearly face plant. You take your white coat off, tossing it to the side before plopping down on the chair directly in front of him.

“And I have answers; I’m ready and willing to discuss anything you have to ask about dearest. I will not hide from you, especially after yesterdays happenings; your thoughts have been very loud.” You squint at him, finally noting that he’s on full display. His jumpsuit is hanging off his hips, his undershirt completely gone and leaving his bare chest on show. Dark wings flex behind him, the cracking a comfort.

“I think it’s time for me to dig a little deeper into my patients history, if that’s alright with you. I want to know more.” You thought about it all night long, not being able to sleep in the slightest. You probably look fully unhinged, dark circles under your eyes, clothes rumpled ever so slightly as Jungkook’s words ring throughout your head. If Hoseok noticed, he doesn’t say a word.

“About…?” He leaves it hanging in the air, and you can’t decide it it’s sweet or not. You know that he knows, and so you stare at him for a second, your face less than enthused.

“You already know.” The Nightmare actually laughs then, a small chuckle that makes the tension melt just a little. He tilts his head, leaning properly against the wall separating you now. You try to ignore the way his jumpsuit dips down on his hips just a bit more, the skin peaking and beckoning.

“I do, but it would be terribly rude of me to just assume everything that might come out of your pretty mouth, no?” Blinking at him owlishly, you suppose… That he’s right. Just because he can hear your thoughts doesn’t mean he can assume that you want to act on everything that runs through your head. You’re lucky he’s being so patient while your mind remains in crumbles.

Sitting back in your chair, you kiss your teeth lightly, a thoughtful look on your face. You’ll just have to say it then, just be blunt, because it’s the only way you’ll make any progress. Hoseok waits patiently, wings stretching and retracting as he breathes deeply.

“��� I want to know more about Nightmares in general but also I just want to know more about you Hoseok. I know it’s a lot to ask and it can be less than pleasant to relive certain things but-” Cutting yourself off, you look at him pleadingly. He blinks once then nods, not seeming completely turned off by the idea. However, his voice does come out slightly guarded.

“You’re sure? Truthfully, I’m concerned about how you might feel after learning about my history. I will give you answers of course, I just want to make sure that you really want them.” It’s sweet, he’s sweet; he’s trying to protect you even now. Even when you’ve fallen this deep down the rabbit hole. Giving him a small smile, you try not to reveal how terribly endeared you are by the scary Nightmare man.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel, it matters how you feel. As your psychologist, and as your- your lover, it’s important that I listen to anything you wish to share. But please, only share what you want to darling.” Lover must have been a good choice, it’s easy to see just how much Hoseok’s smile grows after you say it, but then it goes bashful at the mention of darling. He hums quietly to himself, tilting back to look at the ceiling.

“… I became a Nightmare a long time ago. I trust my very intelligent Doctor has a theory as to how this may have occurred?” Became…? A billion different possibilities run through your mind, but no clear answer comes forward. No one really knows how Nightmares come to be, the whole thing a complete mystery, but you’ve done hours, days of research.

“Well, after what I’ve researched, I would think it has something to do with severely negative emotions causing a sort of shift from a human into what is considered a Nightmare, but the origin is mostly unknown.” It’s what drives them, so it would make some sort of sense for that to be the cause? Hoseok nods his head, eyes still avoiding yours, words slowly cautious.

“Very good, dearheart, you’re on the right track. I don’t know how much you really want to know, but I’m willing to share our secret with you, and you alone. Are you prepared to hear it?” You don’t respond verbally but sit forward in your seat as an indication that you’re giving your full attention. With a sigh, the words flow from him, finally lifting you up from the dark hole you’ve been sitting in.

“We are born from death. It is said that if you died tragically in your human life, you become a shell of yourself and spend the rest of your living days as a waking Nightmare. From what I can remember, my death was less than pleasant.” You don’t even know how to feel, simply blinking at the man as your mouth falls open. He lets it sink in, wings starting to curl in slightly as if to shield himself.

“So, you’re saying you died tragically…? All of you did?” It comes out extremely strained, you nearly choke on your words. Your Nightmare finally looks grim then, the corners of his lips falling down. It’s a lot to process, the fact that they all died, and not just died but went in a terrible way. Sadness and anger boil under your skin because of course that’s the case, of course that’s what happened to these poor men.

“Let me explain from the start, hm? I was a musician in a period of peace in the Joseon Dynasty. I was born into a well off middle class family in the year 1754, and because of blood ties, I lived mostly well.” Hoseok plops down on the floor then, full attention on you ad he does so. He says the words so casually, like nothing in his statement is odd, but he looks tired. Nightmares can live for a very long time but you had never expected he’d been around for this long.

“I… I had no clue that you’ve been alive for so long. I knew that Nightmares are essentially immortal, I just never guessed…” You get out of your chair and kick your heels off, crawling over to the man without a hint of embarrassment. He watches on fondly, hand coming up to rest against the glass.

“Yes, I am quite old, but there are many more that have centuries on me. I hope that doesn’t change your point of view at all?” Raising your hand up to match his, you shake your head because honestly, it’s probably one of the less weird things about your relationship with him.

“You’ve never once mentioned being a musician or wanting to play an instrument… Does it not interest you any longer?” It surprised you when he said it, the thought of him playing something lingering you in the back of your mind. It makes you feel a wave of dejectedness, realizing now that there’s so much more you need to learn about the man. He just taps his finger against the wall, the vibrations touching your skin for him.

“I fiddled around with many instruments in my human years, although I specialized in one specifically; the haegeum. Hell, I even learned and taught dances for the court in my spare time. I was well regarded by both those above me and my peers, and I tried my best to treat the lower classes well… Either way, that part of my life is long behind me and I prefer to leave it where I died.” You choose not to say anything, letting him process and tell the story however he wishes. You’ve only learned a small piece but it’s enough to know that he doesn’t wish to dwell on it beyond what he needs to.

“Greed ran rampant within my profession. Just because you learned an instrument didn’t mean you were the best or that you would be noticed… Perhaps I wasn’t always the most trustworthy, but I tried to be loyal. To make a very long story short for your dearest, I had some that I considered true friends slaughter me in the night like an animal because of nothing more than jealousy. I think they likely stabbed me over fifty times, tossed my body in a ditch like garbage, and let me bleed out.” Clenching your hand against his, he taps the wall a few more times to calm you. Taking a deep breath, you urge him to go on quietly, not trusting your voice in the slightest.

“I was reborn into what I am today. My confusion was strong; I had no idea where I was or what happened. I could remember small fragments from my death and even smaller fragments about my life, but that was all the answers I had for why I was caked in blood and healing scars littered my body. It’s very common for Nightmares to forget pieces of their lives, or even to forget their lives all together.” It happens often that way; traumatic events lead to the brain purging what it can to leto text itself. Getting rid of horrible memories could easily play into a human forming unit a Nightmare.

“Did you try to return to your previous life?” You can take a guess at his answer but you still want to know the path he decided to take. He shakes his head, eyes somehow looking even darker than usual as he stares past you.

“No, I knew I couldn’t. I was reborn with these wings and these eyes, a curious thing but I was somehow okay with it at the time, okay with not going back… Bits and fragments steadily came back as I wandered the land, hiding away in the night. I was eventually able to remember their faces…” So it’s like a form of amnesia that Nightmares face and can overcome similarly to humans. You’ll have to ask the others about it, but something tells you the answers won’t come nearly as easily.

“I paid a visit to every single one of their homes and slaughtered them like the vermin they were. You should have seen their faces when I appeared years later, it’s like they’d seen a ghost for the first time.” The horror of seeing someone you thought was dead pop out of nowhere is something you can’t imagine. It’s something those snakes certainly deserved, if not something much more sinister.

“… It was a long while before I figured out what had truly happened to me. It was Seokjin back then, he was the one who gave me proper answers. It’s not my story to tell of course, but my knowledge on what I was came from him. I’m still grateful for it to this day.” Even though you’re fully aware that Seokjin could likely rip people to pieces, and you wouldn’t blame him if he did, he seems to have a soft side. Dare you say he might have a bit of a bleeding heart compared to the others.

“So you’ve know Seokjin and Namjoon for a long while then?” That one doesn’t shock you that much; Hoseok and Namjoon seem to get on well as roommates. In reality, none of the Nightmares have really spoken bad about one another. They seem almost protective of their own sometimes even in their own odd ways.

“Seokjin, yes. Namjoon, no. Seokjin… Well, let’s say he found Namjoon a while after we parted ways and in the few times I saw him after that, Namjoon wasn’t around. I didn’t officially meet Namjoon until about, say, twenty years ago? It was at a club of all places.” A club? You try to picture them all out at a club, either sitting at the bar or getting lost on the dance floor. That would mean they couldn’t have their signature looks; no wings, no black eyes, no snake tails… Imagining them as ‘normal’ is bizarre.

“So you liked to go out clubbing? I can’t say it’s hard to picture you enjoying the nightlife scene.” He’s a bit rambunctious, very lively and cheeky, you know he would fit in well and be able to mingle. The imagery of you two dancing flashes away just as quickly as it came to mind, but it’s something you silently crave.

“Ah, I did. Most Nightmares like to focus on their destructive desires, I liked to focus my on sexual desires instead and clubs were a good spot for that.” You hum quietly, knowing well that Hoseok had never been particularly violent. Only when he needs to be, but never toward you. When it comes to his sexuality, however…

“So then it must be hard not being able to fulfill your sexual needs since you became so used to it. Maybe it sounds silly, but…” You feel as if you simply can’t be a good lover to him. That there’s no way to properly show him how much you care for him down here as more than just a silly doctor and wow you sound like-

“… I get my fill just by getting to set my eyes on you dearest. My desire for you is otherworldly, and I do hope that one day I’ll be able to get a proper taste. Until then, I’ll make do with lingering touches and chaste kisses.” Maybe a giggle leaves you, a small shy one that quickly falls away. Your eyes sting just a little as you gaze at him, his face softening as he attempts to caress your face through the wall that will forever separate you.

“Now, don’t give me that look. I’ve been down here for a while, waiting a bit isn’t going to hurt my feelings. I care about you very much, perhaps more than you seem to think dearheart. Please don’t fret.” You feel warm and safe from his words, the reassurance something you didn’t know that you needed so terribly. You slide closer to him, resting your body against the glass, drowsiness becoming more apparent.

“I-… Okay. Okay, I just want you to be happy. I want you all to be happy and I feel like I can’t do that properly. No matter what I do, you’ll be trapped down here and there’s nothing I can do to change that.” His eyes narrow just a bit, smile turning slightly more salacious as he continues to lean forward, angling his body so he can peer down at you.

“Never say never _____. We have all the time in the world; who knows, maybe one day we’ll be free, hm? Now, is there anything else you’d like to know?” He laughs soundlessly, leaning down and leaving a kiss against your cheek. The urge to unlock his cell door rises, but you steer it to the back of your mind as last nights events come to mind.

“Well, you already know I met with Jungkook last night after work… We should probably talk about that… But don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

[windwheeler-aster]

...is always love

summary: what it’s like to bake in the kitchen with your loving partner.

masterlist

pairings (separate): tartaglia, ayaka, yun jin, and sucrose x reader

reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), reader and characters mentioned are in an established relationship, and reader is not traveler

word count: 1,217 words (4 mins~)

genre: Modern AU, romance, fluff/domestic fluff

format: headcanons

warnings: mentions of alcohol used in recipe (childe), swearing, brief mentions of fire/burning home down, suggestive if you squint (childe, yun jin), skinship (childe, yun jin)

a/n: hgggg,,, domestic life,,, thoughts of baking with my luv make brain go brrr 💖 also, ignore any and all childe kissery in this post by the author /lh (part one can be found here)

childe likes to cook and bake

growing up, childe always lent a helping hand around the kitchen while his siblings were outside playing

and, truth be told, he feels most at home there

so when you come home and see childe in a lovely apron, calmly whisking ingredients together into a thick batter, you’re floored

how could your boyfriend looked so hot cute??? and act so nonchalant about it??? mother fucKER WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS 🤬

and when he looks up to you??? 

he literally breaks out into a smile, eyes crinkling up at the very edges 

he’s all smiling and warm inside because he’s just so happy to be with his favourite person🥰

ugh, he’s precious sometimes

if you ever want to join in, childe is all for it!

most of the deserts you’re making are for his younger siblings though! be warned!!

and childe does become a little more... distracted while baking with you

while you’re in the kitchen, he wants to be touching you at all times

leaning his head onto your shoulder, hugging your waist with one hand, and hugging you from behind are his top 3, for sure

given the chance, he will pepper kisses into your neck as you mix and measure ingredients

if you happen to mess up because of his actions, childe will mumble an insincere apology

if you are really serious about baking though, childe will be very helpful!

he has a few tricks up his sleeve and knows the perfect way to bake (and cook) something he’s familiar with

if it’s a new recipe though? he’ll still bring the same confidence as before!

“alright, so add one teaspoon of vanilla... hm. babe, how about we swap out the vanilla for some rum? what?! it tastes so much better— arg, fine, fine, i relent! i suppose getting my younger siblings drunk on cookies isn’t a very good idea...”

ayaka likes decorating the deserts you’ve made!

but otherwise, she does not like baking!!

she gets really frustrated with the recipes, as most of the ones she uses are worded strangely or too complicated 

she would read the recipe, follow the instructions, measure everything EXACTLY to the grain

....except... she’d still mess up along the way

but hey!! you still get cookies in the end!! they just don’t taste/feel like expected!

so, she sticks with decoration

and a small section of ayaka’s kitchen is just reserved for that, actually!

she only ever uses it whenever you bake though

and she loves, loves, loves watching you bake

ayaka will happily stand in the kitchen with you, simply enjoying your presence😌

and, no matter your experience with baking, she’ll love to call you some sweet related nicknames (sweetie, honey, and rarely honey-buns)

it’s a very calming experience for her!

even if you get distracted and almost burnt down the kitchen!! she’s never been more calm in her life, don’t worry!

but when it’s time to decorate? ayaka completely switches places with you

she's now become the master in the kitchen while you stand back, amazed

and whatever she decorates always turns out so pretty, definitely earning a place in your camera-roll

your cookies are... unique!! compared to ayaka’s at least

but ayaka loves them with every bit of her being!! 

she just can’t help but chuckle a lil when you put them side by side

“oh, don’t be so hard on yourself! your cookies look... charming! no, i’m not lying, darling, please trust me. hm... if you want i could let you know a few tips and tricks for decorating— er, only if you want to though, sweetie!”

yun jin doesn't bake often... but she would with you!

mostly because it’s an excuse to touch you, due to the small kitchen space

but she won’t let you know that, of course😉

although, you have a sneaking suspicion yun jin enjoys leaning her head on your shoulder more than the actual baking...

oh, and besides trying to be close to you, yun jin does try to dance with you too!

while your pastries are baking, she’ll gladly take your hands and twirl you around

it doesn’t matter if yun jin makes up a dance on the spot or if each careful step and twirl are apart of some ancient dance— she makes the moment special

she’ll still smile and laugh with you as she spins you around and around

and you won’t notice this, of course, but yun jin doesn’t let go of you until the dance is over

truthfully, she never really wants the dances to end but... the pastries cannot be burned☹️

and when you do need yun jin’s help, she’s more than willing!

she practically dances on her own whenever she fetches ingredients and tools around the kitchen

and if yun jin ever needs to move past you, she’ll gently grab you by the waist and move you over

her touch is feather-light and without any pressure, and you barely notice it until you’ve been moved

it’s still a flustering experience for you! (it’s yun jin, c’mon)

but yun jin is oblivious to any effect this has on you!! 

until she catches a hint of enjoyment from you, whether that be a smile or flustered expression

and she will (unknowingly) tease you about it, by the way

“oh! excuse me, my love, but the whisk is just behind you. pardon me— okay, here you go, love. er... my love, what’s with that smile on your face? d...do you like me picking you up, my dearest? wha— no, love, it’s a genuine question—”

sucrose is a great baker!

she has the cutest cooking tools and appliances!!! 

all of which she uses very often, by the way

and she applies the same seriousness she uses with her lab experiments with baking

also, sucrose really wants to impress you with her baking skills👉👈

so she starts giving you her “samples” and eagerly asks for your opinion on them

slowly, but surely, sucrose will find out your preferences😈

sure, she could ask you what you like

but where’s the fun in that, right?

oh, by the way, if you’re ever right next to sucrose you can catch a whiff of vanilla from her

please tell sucrose she smells nice, she’ll melt

also, please let sucrose talk about baking!!

you’ll be blessed with a very excited sucrose who is babbling on and on about how her work and baking aren’t so different

and she has stars in her eyes and she’s smiling and she’s getting louder and she’s so cute and—

but if she notices that you’re staring at her, sucrose will clam up

she may have mistaken your look of adoration for boredom...

sucrose’s really worried you might grow bored of her

or worse! you might think she’s really annoying and just want her to shut up

but sucrose is delighted when you encourage her to go on!

she will happily talk as you both wait on the pastries to bake, gradually regaining that confidence

“and really, the only difference between my lab work and baking is the amount of mistakes i can make. no, seriously! with recipes that have been used for years, i know what product i’ll get at the end of my experiment. but, when i follow mister albedo’s notes—”

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[forever-rogue]

hey 🥺 I luv your writing !!

sorry if this has been requested before but i was having thots about kissing an innocent, helmetless din and when things get hot and heavy, he finishes before all clothing are even taken off 🤭

💕💕💕

AN | This concept just makes my brain go dumb. My brain is all Din all the time lbr 🥰

Warnings | Language, Spice Light (but still spice so 18+ only!)

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.3k

Masterlist | Din, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He’d been gone for days. He’d said he would be gone for two at most, and you’d believed him. Why you didn’t know better by now was beyond you. Probably because you hoped he’d be back as soon as possible. You didn’t like being without him; not that you were worried about your safety or afraid that something would happen but because you missed him. What a concept that was; when you’d first met him you were sure that you’d never even get along with him, let alone fall in love with him. But then again, things rarely made sense these days so it shouldn't have surprised you in the slightest. Yet Din Djarin managed to surprise you constantly.

A tired sigh escaped your lips as you climbed into bed - alone - with a heavy heart. It was dark, but the stars cast some light into the small room, seeming to illuminate his side of the bed more than anything. You pulled the covers up to your chin and squeezed your eyes shut, keeping your back to the side he normally occupied as if that would help ease your heart. It didn’t. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were roused out of a deep sleep but a shifting of weight next to you, and your senses immediately went on high alert. Once you were done struggling, you heard a warm chuckle reach your ears and you immediately realized it was him. Your Mandalorian was home. 

“Din,” suddenly everything felt right again and your heart was at ease. You found him looking at you with a soft, tired smile on his face, his dark curls rogue as ever, “you’re home.”

“Mesh’la,” he reached over and gently touched your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he studied you, “my beautiful girl. Sorry it took so long.”

“All that matters is that you’re home and safe,” you took his hand in yours and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, causing him to sigh softly, “besides, I’d miss you even if you were gone for just a few hours.”

Before he could stop himself, his large, warm hands found your face and he brushed his lips against yours in what he had intended on being a single, soft little kiss. But as soon as he got a taste of your sweet lips, he couldn’t stop him and kissed you until you were breathless and dizzy. You were leaning into him and almost fell off the bed as you chased his lips with your own. 

“Din,” his name tumbled from your lips like the sweetest golden honey and he practically groaned at the sound, “I see you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”

You tugged on the collar of his shirt and pulled back down to your lips, moving back so he could get in next to you. He refused to break the kiss, falling into bed next to you, hastily pulling you into his lap. You laughed lightly at his eagerness, nudging his nose with yours, “fuck. I’ve missed you, gorgeous girl. Need you so bad.”

“You have me, cyar'ika,” you whispered in his ear, so softly it was only audible to him. The sweetness of your voice rushed straight to his cock and you could feel how hard he already was under you, “take what you need, Din. I’m all yours.”

His hands found purchase on your waist, splaying over your delicate skin as you gently rutted against him. He ghosted his fingers over your soft, supple flesh before impatiently tugged your shirt (his shirt) over your head and tossed it to the side. His name was a soft little gasp off your lips as he dipped his head to kiss along your shoulder before trailing warm, wet kisses to your collarbones. You leaned into him as much as possible, pressing your breasts against his chest, needing some sort of friction. 

"So beautiful," he rasped against your skin, bringing one of his large hands to your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple while he took the other in his mouth. You made soft sounds, the sweetest sounds to his ears, as you carded a hand through his curls, scratching lightly at his scalp. You hadn't realized just how much you missed his touch, everything, all of him. 

"Din," you closed your eyes, moving your hips lightly to get some sort of friction between your legs. You could feel how wet you were, your cunt begging to be touched by him. For the moment you settled on gently rocking in his lap, grinding yourself against his erection, "fuck, fuck, fuck, please don't stop."

"Never going to stay away from you this long again," he dragged his tongue in between your breasts, tasting delicious sweet saltiness of your skin, "so fucking perfect. Use me, good girl, I want you to cum without me even touching you."

You made a small noise in his ear, somewhere between a whine and a whimper and he could feel his cock straining against his pants. He hadn't been this hard in a long time and the sensitivity only increased with each little movement of your hips. He kissed every inch of your skin that he could reach, gently nipping and sucking at your tender, delicate skin. 

You reached for his hands and placed them back on your breasts, having him play with them as you kissed him, rubbing on him harder and harder. You felt that familiar warmth bloom and blossom in your belly, slowly radiating out to every part of your body. 

"Din," you whined as he kissed you with a needy hunger, "'m so close."

"Good girl," he praised softly, his hands sliding to your hips as he forced down on him, bringing you hurtling towards your release with each little movement. He loved you like this - he loved you always - but there was something about you in his lap, looking so ethereal that caused his brain to go haywire. You leaned in towards him, seeking his lips out with your own as you kissed him deeply. All you could think about was his touch, his taste, and how tightly the coil in your belly was wound, threatening to snap at any moment. 

“I love you,” you whispered, closing your eyes as you let yourself succumb to his touch and let go, your release washing over you in waves. Your arms looped around his neck as you tried to pull him into you, burying your face into the crook of his neck, “‘so good.”

“Fuck,” you could feel him shifting under you, his hips still moving to meet yours as you feel his whole body shudder. A string of quiet curses left his lips as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He moved you back and looked at his lap. Even in the pale starlight, you could see the mess you’d made on him through the thin material of your panties and…the mess he’d made too, “dank farrik. Haven’t done that in a long time. I love you too, mesh’la.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” you grinned, biting your lip in the way that drove him crazy before he kissed you again, “glad I know I have that much power over you, cyar'ika. But I do have one problem.”

“Oh?” his breath hitched in his throat as you reached for the hem of his shirt, gently tugging on it. He smirked as he lifted his arms up so you could slowly strip him, admiring his freckled, golden skin.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” you kissed his chest before pushing him to lie down on the bed, “it is late…we should go to bed and get some sleep. Unless you have any other suggestions…”

“I am far from done with you,” he growled in your ear as you wasted no time in reaching for the waistband of his pants, “that was just a warm up, mesh’la. Going to make sure to fill you up next time.”

“Yes please.”

[niallermybabe]

AKEYLA

PLS

M LITERALLY SOBBING SO HARD

WHY

MY POOR NIALLER

BUT ty for writing this for me tho Akeyla, ik it’s kindaaaaa a rare pair and the fact that u wrote it just means a lot to me…ur an amazing author, I luv u, tysm🥰🥰👗👗👗

Day 2. @niallermybabe you might like this one ;)