#i wanna write something soft but this was almost finished anyway

[cxffecoupx]

sundays

choi seungcheol x reader pure fluff, very domestic allowing their partner to sleep in because they were overworked anyway and need the rest with scoups wc: 995 warnings: mentions of food author's notes: first request from the prompt list. thank you so much anon! most of the feelings i wrote this with comes from all the stress last week, so this was pretty healing for me to write. also i tried a different style in this, not sure i liked it at first, but do lemme know what you guys think. also, i love domestic, boyfriend seungcheol, if it wasnt already obvious.

saturday; 8:26 p.m.

the soft vibrations startle you in the quiet hum of the library. people look towards you, some annoyed, some with no particular expression on their faces. dead inside.

somewhat like you.

you mutter apologies as you rush out with your phone. seungcheol's name lights up the screen. you pick up the call.

"hey baby."

"hey, cheollie."

"have you eaten yet?"

"no; i still have a little to finish the chapter. so maybe after that..."

"baby..." you swear you could see the pout on his face when you hear his voice. "how many times have i asked you not to starve yourself?"

"cheol, i'm not starving, i promise to eat after this chapter."

"you want me to order something for you?"

"no no, i'm good. i'll grab something from the cafe. i gotta go, i'll call you when i reach room, okay?"

after a hum, you end the call and go back to your table.

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saturday; 11:52 p.m.

you were writing notes - two three textbooks open on the desk, along with your laptop, and notebook on your lap, your pen tucked above your lips as you ponder something. the weighted blanket covers the chair and your figure, and although sleep is fluttering in your eyes, the thought of having to physically get up and out of this cozy comfortable cocoon makes you wanna sleep in the chair itself.

your phone buzzes with a text, making you groan because you'd have to pull yourself out of the position you're currently in. you do it anyways, and see that seungcheol had sent you a text.

big baby🍒: you up for a walk? me: i have to study me: :( big baby🍒: who are you kidding? big baby🍒: we both know youre falling asleep rn me: >:( me: but you make a good point me: when are you leaving? i'll get ready big baby🍒: already in front of your door

you get ready quickly and open the door to find seungcheol waiting out, cheeks red and lips shivering. you smile as you pull his face to yours to kiss his lips, mumbling a weak excuse that it's to warm them up. he wraps his scarf round your neck and interlinks your hands as you head for the walk.

when you return an hour later, it's with much reluctance that seungcheol says he should leave. but then he pouts every half minute after muttering his decision.

"do you wanna stay over tonight?" you offer, knowing fully well he would never reject. he doesnt even hear the whole question before he's kicking off his shoes and entering your room. you head over to your wardrobe to take out some of his clothes he'd left behind at various points of your relationship and bring it to him. when he's done freshening up, he comes out to see you settling back into your cocoon, head deep in the books. he decides to keep company as he lays on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

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sunday; 2:57 p.m.

seungcheol had fallen asleep some multiple times in between keeping you silent company, but when he wakes up now, he's full awake and shocked to see you still sitting at your desk, now with some snack packets littering around. he decides to walk over and call you to bed, but that's when he notices that your eyes are half-closed and your head hanging in a way that makes him wince. drool almost makes its way down your chin before he takes a tissue and wipes it off. he gently nudges you awake.

"yn, baby. you need to get to bed. come on now."

he's honestly surprised when you easily comply, maybe because of your half-asleep state, because usually you'd reject and sit for some time more. the walk that he'd planned to tire you out had worked, he thinks to himself, as he supports your asleep body to your bed and lays you down, tucking you in the soft, weighted blanket - your favourite - before settling in beside you.

as he drifts back to sleep, he hears you murmur to him.

"seungie, wake me up early tomorrow, okay?"

it's only after he reassures you that he will that you finally wrap your arms around his torso and settle into the warmth of his chest before falling asleep.

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sunday; 11:17 a.m.

seungcheol is awakened by you snuggling closer to him. it's way past the time he was asked to wake you up at, but he wouldn't dare wake you up when you seemed to sleep so peacefully. that too on an off day? he could never.

he takes his sweet time admiring your features during this moment of calm: your eyelids that are open in the slightest, the little sniffs with each breath you take because winters meant you're cold at every passing moment, the hair that fell out of the neat bun you made before going to bed, puffy cheeks that seem to move as you chew on something in your dream (he guesses). his urge to touch your face overpowers every other thought as he lightly traces his finger along the line of your brow. this seemed to have woken you up because you sigh before opening your eyes; the first thing you see in the morning being his handsome, bed-face that's smiling towards you.

a view you could never get tired of.

you press the lightest of kisses on his lips and turn to check your phone. panic seeps into your brain within a millisecond when you realize its way past your wake-up time. you sit up in a swift motion.

"cheol, i asked you to wake me up at 7!"

"relax baby, it's a sunday."

"but-"

before you could argue back, he sits up and places a smooch on your lips.

"no buts. you don't have to rush every time; it's alright to take breaks."

another kiss.

"good morning, baby. let's go make some pancakes."

[angeliicheartt]

omg ily!!! congrats bb <3

🐬 "ᴘᴜʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴛ!" — send a dialogue prompt and a character and i'll write a blurb!

“stop looking at me like that” “like what?”

withhhhh ummmm shoto :3 (sorry i literally love him sm whehehjejejejjw)

ꜱᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ

includes: shoto todoroki

fem!reader

a/n: i was determined to finish this, lmk how the tension is!! i was trying to focus on that. anyways have this to makeup for not posting anything but yapping today

2k wc.

shoto has a staring problem.

a staring at you problem. that’s what you’ve come to believe over the past week.

he just couldn’t believe how perfect you looked. he could care less how your hair looks today, or whether you have any makeup on or not, shoto believed your very being was perfect. his eyes raked over your features, his gaze almost affectionate. he watches as you write something that present mic said, completely ignoring the very loud man, opting to watch you write down your notes instead. he somehow hasn’t noticed your eyes darting to the side to look at him, trying to figure out why shoto has been staring at you for a good five minutes.

his heterochromic eyes never leave your face as you attempt to listen to present mic’s lesson, which shouldn’t be that hard with how loud he is right? wrong. it’s actually kind of difficult to do when one of class 1A’s finest guys is staring at you in class.

you tilt your head slightly to face him, raising an eyebrow, which catches his attention. you watch as the tips of his ears redden, causing you to suppress a smile.

“you okay?” you whisper, looking around to see if present mic was paying attention to you two, he wasn’t. shoto’s eyes strike yours as they flick to make eye contact. at first, he just stares at you, his lips parted before he blinks once, twice. his eyes dart away from yours, back to his desk as his hand comes to rest on his neck and you can just barely hear him mutter a small “yeah.”

he only peeks at you a few more times during the rest of the class period, and the rest of the day in fact. you retire to the dorms as classes get out, the majority of class A piling into the living room for some quality time. you settle on one of the smaller couches, your back against the arm rest as everyone finds a spot. And when everyone’s settled, you realize the only other person on this couch was shoto.

and he starts staring again.

and you truly don’t mind him staring, it just becomes unnerving when it seems like you’re the only one he’s even trying to pay attention to, like he’s just naturally tuning everything out but you. his head is rested in his palm as his arm props himself up, his torso and face turned towards you, like a sunflower to the sun.

and due to your position on the couch, anytime you angle your head forward, you meet his strangely soft gaze, his eyes studying every minute (extremely small) detail on your face. you feel your cheeks heat up under his watch before you feel mina draping across the back of the couch, her face propped up in her arms as they balance on the back cushions.

“what’s with that face, todoroki?” she asks, a small smirk on her lips as she follows shoto’s gaze to you before he rips his eyes away from you to respond to the pink girl.

“what face?” todoroki sincerely asks, his eyebrows pinched in confusion as his head tilts in the same manner, causing mina and her smirk deflate. she sighs dramatically, her eyes rolling as she straightens herself upright. you catch her eyes and you can feel your cheeks heat again as she winks at you.

“oh nothinggg..” she drags out as she grins cheekily before toddling off towards kaminari and kirishima.

your eyes track her as she walks off before looking forward once more, and once again meeting shoto’s gaze. you feel shy under his gaze, it seems scrutinizing, but if you really look, he’s only studying you, memorizing the way you are.

“do you wanna go outside?” you blurt out, “i mean.. like.. on one of our balconies?” you clarify, your fingers picking at eachother as you wait for his response, and after what feels like forever he nods, a small smile gracing his face. you feel the couch dip as he gets up, offering you a hand. you place your hand in his, his hand warm to the touch as it closes around yours. you use shoto to pull yourself up before heading out of the living area.

the two of you manage to sneak away from the rest of the class before drawing too much attention to yourselves and as the two of you successfully get away, you turn to shoto.

“which dorm are we going to?” you ask, watching as he turns to look at you, his eyebrows furrowing in thought before they relax again, “we can go to mine.”

you nod as the two of you turn to the elevator, pressing the button for the fifth floor when it arrives. you lean against the back wall, your hands resting behind you on the handle bar. you can feel shoto’s gaze on you again, only this time he’s at least trying to be discreet, maybe mina’s comment threw him off.

you feel the elevator rumble as it arrives at the 5th floor, the bell dinging as the doors open, allowing you and shoto out. the two of you make it to his room in less than a minute, and when you arrive shoto opens the door, holding it open for you as well.

you slip between him and the wall into his room, admiring the traditional design of it all. sure, you saw it when all of class A did their room tours, but you could really admire it now. he watched as you examined his room, your eyes darting from one thing to another. he lets out a soft chuckle at your antics as he crosses the room to the balcony door, sliding it open as he looks back at you.

“are you coming?” he asks, and he could not seem more princely. the wind blows in through the cracked sliding door, hitting shoto’s hair just right, the little quirk of his lips not helping anything. mina’s comment was just putting thoughts in your head, right?

“y/n?” shoto’s eyebrow raised at your lack of response, which left you flustered. you nod as you hurry your feet over to the door. shoto’s eyebrows relax once again as you hurry over to him, holding open the sliding door for you as if it would shut if he wasn’t.

you graciously step through the doorway, instantly sighing as you feel the humid air, the lower temperatures of the evening allowing you to actually enjoy the summer heat. you hear shoto step outside as well, shutting the sliding door behind him. you cast a brief glance over your shoulder before moving to lean against the railing.

“you probably shouldn’t do that.” he says as he approaches the railing to the left of you, causing you to turn your head.

“how come?” you ask, an eyebrow raising as you show no hint of moving.

“if it breaks you could fall.” he says, his own arms moving to rest against the very same railing. you scoff at his action, causing his lips to quirk up again.

“as if you wouldn’t save me,” you quip and you actually pull a soft chuckle out of the boy beside you, causing your own smile to form.

shoto’s eyes practically light up at the sight of your smile, his cheeks warming as he props his arms against the railing properly, so that he’s able to admire you like he wants to. your smile softens as you meet his gaze, however you still hide half your face behind your hunched shoulder. but shoto doesn’t mind, he could stare at just your hand for hours, admiring each freckle or mole, each vein and hangnail.

and the look on his face and in his eyes is the same as earlier, an adoring, earnest, affectionate look, and you couldn’t fathom it.

“stop looking at me like that,” you sigh, your hands resuming their skin-picking activities. You could practically hear shoto’s confusion, you glance at him and see his eyebrows furrowed in your direction, and you almost wish you hadn’t looked.

“like what?” he asks, and you almost laugh, as if he doesn’t realize how he stares at you, like you hung the sun, the moon, and the stars, like you were his only joy, like you were his sun.

you settle for a scoff as your hand rubs at your eye. your eyebrows furrow as you try and figure out a way to explain to this clueless boy how flustered he makes you feel with a look. you sigh as you straighten yourself up, if only slightly.

“you look at me like you know me, like you’ve seen into my very being and accept all of it, like i could do no wrong, like.. like you're in love with me or something..” you spout, your cheeks heating up as you explain, though you have nothing to embarrassed of.

“oh.” is all shoto says, his voice monotone as it usually is, but it seemed almost tainted by dejection. the change in voice causes you to look over at him, you head turning as you see him staring at the ground, his cheeks practically on fire.

“you want me to stop? so.. i made you uncomfortable, im sorry.” shoto says, and his voice sounds almost pained and you can see his hands tightening into fists as they rest against the railing.

“i didn’t mean it like that!” you exclaim, your hand grabbing the railing dangerously close to his tightening fists. “truly, it honestly just confuses me..” you say as you relax once more, seeing shoto’s fists relax.

“please tell me,” shoto says, and his tone almost sounded like a beg. your cheeks heat up as he parts from the railing, causing you to turn and when you do you realize how close he is, only he’s now facing you straight on, and you can’t hide from his gaze. “i want to understand you.”

you sigh, your eyes darting to your side before you look back to him, avoiding looking into his eyes as you speak.

“you may not know this, but you’re one of the best looking guys in our class, and honestly all of UA, and it just threw me off. the way you looked at me, like i was special, just.. baffled me.” you say. your eyes finally meet his again, and you can see confusion swirling in them, his eyebrows creased in the same manner. your foot digs into the hard concrete of the balcony and your hand scrubs at your face, embarrassed by your sudden confession and shoto’s prolonged silence.

“ugh, nevermind, forget i said anything,” you rush out as you try to side step the two-toned boy, only getting a few paces past him before his voice stops you.

“but..” you turn to look at him, and he turns to face you, his eyebrows still furrowed in confusion. “you are special.”

your lips part but no sound comes out as you stare into his eyes, your own brows pinched with emotion. the way he said it so surely, as if it was utterly absurd to even entertain the thought of you not being special.

“really?” you ask, and you wince as you hear yourself, but you couldn’t have stopped yourself from asking. it was reactive, your subconscious craving your deserved praise.

shoto nods, his lips quirking into a soft smile. And you return his smile, your eyes are a little watery, but the lowlight coming from shoto’s dorm helps you disguise that.

“do you.. want a hug?” he offers, unsure if it’s what you need in the moment but you jump at the opportunity. you wrap your arms around his waist, giggling as his arms hesitant before wrapping around your shoulders.

“is this okay..?” he murmurs into your hair and you fight back a grin as you nod, “yeah, it’s perfect.”

the two of you untangle your arms from eachother, but as you do you hear mina’s distinctive gasp. turning you see her on sero’s balcony, staring wide eyed at the two of you.

“i called it! sero! come out here!” mina yells before sero shushes her, causing her to whine as she gets dragged back into his dorm and sending an apologetic look to the two of you.

once he closes the door once again, you turn back to shoto, and as he mirrors your action the two of you burst into a small fit of giggles.

maybe his staring wasn’t so bad.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ: @satelitis @kozumesphone

[moonstruckme]

hi!!! i love all ur marauders works they’re seriously so cute and i love how you write them!! idk if you’ve done this one already and if you have just ignore this lol but could you do remus having a nightmare and reader comforting him? ik you’ve done the reverse but i wanna know what he’s like lmao. i need to see more confer remus i can’t get enough

Thank you lovely <3

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

It’s already graying outside the window when you wake. Remus has been having some agitated nights lately, and the dim lighting of the bedroom lets you see that this has been another one. 

You’ve probably woken from the cold, all your sheets and blankets kicked mercilessly to the end of the bed. Remus’ face is twisted up tight, his hands twitching like they’re trying to grab for something, and he’s making soft, distressed little sounds that threaten to crack your heart clean in two. You hate to think how long he’s been like this without you waking. 

“Rem,” you start soft, reaching for his hand as you’ve learned to do. Touch his shoulder or any other part of him and he’s likely to wake jolting, your offending hand gripped cruelly by the wrist. Once, before you’d learned your lesson, he’d kicked himself fully out of bed from the start you gave him. You’d sat in the living room with a hot pack on his tailbone, murmuring apologies back and forth until the sun came up. 

You needle your fingers underneath his gently. “Remus, honey, you’re okay. You’re home.” His fingers twitch closer around yours, and you’re careful not to grab him back even though you want to, running the pads of your fingers down the length of his to loosen them. “You’re safe. You’re at home.” His eyes start to move faster behind his lids. “Rem.” 

That last whisper does it. He doesn’t startle, which is always a victory, but Remus still inhales sharply as he wakes. His muscles seize as though they mean to propel him somewhere, then relax shudderingly. 

You entwine your fingers with his, stay quiet. You know he knows you’re here but he won’t look at you just yet, hiding away the most frantic parts of himself before he’ll let himself turn towards you. You don’t love that he does it. You know better than to push him, though. It unnerves him worse when you try to jimmy your way into his thoughts while he’s still raw like this. 

“Sorry,” he says on an exhale. 

“Don’t be.” You start to stroke up his wrist, but Remus pulls his hand from yours, slipping out of bed and walking from the room. 

You tail him. This is part of your routine, too. You think he likes to give you the option of going back to sleep, though you can’t imagine he’d actually feel any better if you did. He’s fooling himself. (It’s okay; you’re a fool for him sometimes, too.) 

Remus isn’t surprised when you wrap your arms around his middle in the kitchen, resting your cheek against his back. He’s already got the kettle going. 

“How are you?” you ask, though you think you have some idea. He’s still trembling gently under your hands. 

“Alright.” He sets one hand over your two clasped around his front. “You should go back to sleep.” 

You almost smile at his predictability. Remus isn’t usually so stiff around you, but even he has admitted he reverts back to a younger, terser self when he’s feeling vulnerable. You could tell him that you’d have been waking up soon anyway, or that you wouldn’t be able to sleep if you knew you’d left him like this, but you go with the truth that you know you’d want to hear. 

“I want to be with you,” you say simply. 

Remus turns in your arms, resting his lips on top of your head. “Thanks, dove.” 

You hum like For what? and step around him as the kettle finishes boiling, grabbing his favorite mug from the cabinet above. Remus lets you take care of him this little bit, but he doesn’t go to sit down in the living room until you’re headed that way too. 

You curl up against him on the couch, your knees tipped over his thighs while his legs bridge the gap between the sofa and the coffee table. He blows the steam off his mug. 

“Do you remember what the dream was about?” 

“Bits and pieces.” Remus’ voice is still a bit raspy with sleep, and you know exactly what he’s thinking when his lips twitch: you’ve told him more than a few times how attractive you find it like this. “I don’t think it’s worth talking about.” 

“Okay,” you say. You’re both speaking softly, like the house itself is still slumbering as morning creeps up on the outside world. After Remus’ nightmare, you imagine he appreciates the peace anyway.

He sighs, looking at you almost sheepishly. “Sorry I’ve been waking you so much lately.” 

“Sorry you’ve been sleeping so horribly lately,” you counter. 

Remus smiles ruefully. “I think it’s all this stuff going on at work. Rude of it to fuck with me even when I’m sleeping, though.” 

You hum, tracing a scar near his elbow with your finger. “I didn’t realize you were so stressed. I’m sorry.” 

“I’ve hardly realized it myself,” he admits. 

You frown, and Remus looks back into his mug, shying from your scrutiny. “Do you think it might help if we relaxed a bit more here?” you ask him. “We could start reading that book together again.” 

His eyes are soft when they meet yours, the color of honey and just as sweet. “That sounds really nice,” he says. 

You smile. It feels good to have a plan. “Hug?” you ask him. 

Remus sets down his tea to make room for you, and you straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands spread out on your back, tentative at first and then firmer as you snuggle up to him. 

“I’ll make cheese toasties and soup tonight,” you say softly. Remus sounds almost like he could purr as you start playing with the hair at his nape. He gives your hips a little tug, getting you closer. “And we can read or watch something or do a puzzle, whatever you feel like when you get home. We could talk about the work stuff, if you wanted to.” You say this last part hesitantly, but Remus hums his approval. 

“You’re so good to me, do you know that?” 

You grin. “I do my best.” 

He huffs a laugh, the sound gruff and heart-squeezing. You lapse into a thin silence, each listening to the other breathe but feeling the beginning of the new day pressing at your windows. 

“We have some time before we’d normally start to get ready,” you try. “Want to stay like this for a bit?” 

“Yeah,” Remus sighs, settling his arms around you more securely. “Yeah, good idea.”

[dix0nvix3n]

𖤓°⋆ Chapter 1 °⋆𖤓

⋆☀︎｡Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader  ⋆☀︎｡Media: The Walking Dead; No Apocalypse & Alternate Universe ⋆☀︎｡Pronouns: She/Her  ⋆☀︎｡ Warning: Smoking (Cigarettes), One mention of weed, Talk of a bad past relationship. (That's it I think?) ⋆☀︎｡ Word Count: 2.5k

⋆☀︎｡ Author's Note: It's finally here... the beginning of my magnum opus. Even though I only have this one chapter out, there hasn't been a single day since I came up with the idea for the fic where I didn't think about it at least once. I just wanna thank all the people who let me infodump about it; y'all are true soldiers, cause I can really ramble on. Special thanks to @sinkdownbeneath for helping me write the intro because I was completely stuck for months with almost nothing to show, and being the person who let me yap the most, he can account for me pretty much talking about it every day for the past five months. So, anyway, I guess I hope y'all like my first finished something that wasn't just a blurb. Last night I only had a little over 200 words at 10 PM something, and now it's 7:44 AM with 2.5k words as I write this... I don't know what got into me, but anyway, enjoy!

June 1st, 1992

Daryl finds himself propped up against a tree, catching his breath. The cool summer air around him makes his chest ache with every breath he takes. He had been running, hearing the twigs snap and the leaves crunch beneath his feet as he darted past every tree, trying to evade potential capture from a party that had him jumping out a window when the cops showed up due to a noise complaint.

He spent much of his life within the comfort of the woodland, underneath the thick canopy of leaves and branches, the first roof he ever felt safe under.

He gasped for air, his legs exhausted and his lungs overworked, adrenaline still pulsing through him as he slid down the rough bark of a tree, pulling his legs up to his chest.

He's close to the road, hearing a solitary car cruise past. He can tell it's late from the stars that peek through the leaves that loom above him in the thick black sky, but he spots his glimmer of hope, which seems to be the soft light of a gas station just a bit beyond the road's traffic barrier closest to him.

With a deep inhale, Daryl knew he had to walk to the gas station and reluctantly call for a ride in a phone booth.

After fully catching his breath, he pulled himself off the ground and began walking towards the gas station, already dreading the thought of the phone call.

Reaching the gas station, he saw two cars; one belonged to the lone worker at the cash register inside, and the other belonged to a woman smoking a cigarette at the side of the building. The woman did a quick wave at him, which he found to be a little odd just because most people at this time of night aren't too friendly, but he gave a polite wave back anyway. 

Finally getting up to the phone booth, Daryl looked down at his watch, which read 1:00 AM, causing him to let out a deep sigh, realizing how late it was and how much of an inconvenience it would be for someone to come and pick him up. 

He stepped inside the phone booth, staring at the phone for a minute before popping in the quarters he luckily grabbed from the living room floor of the party. If he hadn't grabbed them, he'd be completely fucked and have to figure out his way back to his apartment.

After dialing the number he knew would pick up, the phone rang just a few times before a tired and clearly just woken up by a phone at one in the morning voice picked up.

"Hey, Mr. H... Could ya pick me up?"

"Thanks. 'm sorry about this; kinda just started walking and didn't stop. Ended up at some party, and now I don' know where I am."

"Yeah. Place is called Peachy Speed, never seen another gas station called this; it must be family-owned or somethin' and the closest road sign says it's on Navel Street. You know where I'm at?"

"Okay, cool. See ya in a bit. Sorry again."

After hanging up, Daryl stepped out of the phone booth with his head held down, letting out a deep exhale and running a hand through his hair until he heard a pair of feet shuffling up to him.

He looked up to see who it was, and it was you, the woman who waved at him.

"Need one?" You held out an open pack of Marlboro Reds, with only one cigarette missing from the pack.

"Oh. Yeah. Thanks." His thoughts stuttered for a moment because he was caught up in the fact that you came over to him. You're really pretty, and now Daryl feels like a nervous schoolboy trying to ask a girl to the prom just because of a simple gesture.

He grabbed a cigarette out of the box and reached to pull his lighter out of his pocket, only not to feel it, and checked the other pocket to have the same luck. "Shit."

You let out a small chuckle. "Need a light too?” You pulled a lighter out of your pocket and handed it over to him.

He nodded his thanks and popped the cig in his mouth before lifting the black bic with a spiderweb seemingly hand-painted on up to the end of the stick. Flicking the flame to life, he took a long inhale and handed you back the lighter, as he really took a moment to take in the sight of you. 

You were in a black tank top tucked into a pair of black ripped jean shorts. Under the pair of jean shorts were fishnets with an intricate pattern of moons and stars, and you had on a pair of slightly battered-up Doc Martens. 

As he exhaled the first plume of smoke into the night sky, he saw your kind smile, which sent a rush of warmth through his face. Your lips had a simple gloss on them, but your eyes were a different story, painted with smokey eyeshadow, sharp graphic eyeliner, and two rounds of mascara on each set of your top lashes. He also noticed the simple yet pretty titanium stud on the left side of your nose and two helix rings on both your ears.

He thought you were gorgeous, his heartbeat a slightly faster pace than what it normally rested at.

"Rough night?" You asked as you lit up a cigarette for yourself, letting out a slight gag at the taste and smell that you weren't used to, which caused Daryl to let out a small chuckle.

"Sorta. More of just hated the fact I had to call and wake someone up to come and get me. First time smokin'?" He said before he took another drag.

"How'd you know?" You said sarcastically as your face contorted in disgust a bit at the taste building up in your mouth and throat after each puff.

"Maybe try a different brand. You'll find one ya like." A small smile graced his lips as he butted off the ash at the end and took another drag. 

"Nah. Think I'm quitting after this one. I'll just stick to weed."

He let out a chuckle. "May I ask, why'd ya even start?"

You let out a small groan, running your hand through your hair in slight embarrassment. "I finally left my shitty boyfriend once and for all. I finally realized he'd never like me for the real me. I constantly had to put on this mask around him, and I finally found out that it was impossible to fix him and the fact he didn't actually like me. I know it sounds weird, but I guess my thought process was that my epiphany about him would stick with me after smoking one like a character in a movie or something." You let out a laugh. "Stupid, right?" 

He snubbed out the end of the cigarette, as it was almost a roach at this point. "Nah, it ain't stupid. A lot of my best thoughts come after smokin' one, cleared my head more times than I can count. You deserve one after the bullshit he put you through, I think. Hope the prick is havin' a shit night after realizin' he's lost you cause ya seem awesome to me so far."

You felt warmth begin to rise in your cheeks at his words. "Thanks. I know I deserve better. I'm just pissed; it took me so long to realize it. So, anyway, what's your name? I can't believe I haven't asked yet."

"Name's Daryl; what's yours?"

You had a few good puffs left of your cig but decided to snub yours out as well since you didn't like it anyway. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Daryl. My name is (Y/N). Do you wanna come sit with me at my spot against the wall? My most likely melted slushy is calling my name to get this taste out of my mouth." 

"Yeah, I can. Might be a bit till my ride gets here, so I might as well sit down." He started walking to your spot, and you followed in tow. 

When you got back to your spot, you looked down at your slushy on the ground. The dark purple concoction of blue raspberry and cherry slushy combo was completely melted. "Goddammit." You didn't fully care though; you paid for that slushy, because you were stubborn it meant you were going to have all of what you paid for, so you drank down the rest of the sugary liquid with a satisfied sigh. It was luckily still cold, at least, and it was just what you needed to get the taste of the cigarette out of your mouth.

As time passed, you and Daryl talked about whatever came to mind as you doodled some intricate pattern on the front of the pack of the Marlboro Reds with a sharpie, ultimately moving to the back when you ran out of room. You found out that he works as a mechanic for motorcycles and cars at a nearby auto body shop, that he rides a motorcycle that he built himself a few years ago, that he loves to hunt on occasion, specifically with a crossbow, and that he ran from the cops at a house party tonight.

You knew your short time with Daryl was up when you saw a 1987 Ford Sierra MK2 pull into a parking spot at the gas station, and Daryl stood up, doing a quick stretch. The man in the car smiled and made a small wave at you, and you did the same back.

"It was nice meetin' ya, (Y/N). I'd talk more, but I don't wanna keep him up any longer." He said as he gestured a hand towards the man who came to pick him up. 

"It was nice meeting you too. Thanks for talking to me, Daryl." You pulled the pack of cigarettes from your pocket and held them out to him. "Take these. You need them more than me. Plus, I just quit." You grinned at him as he took the box from you. 

"Holy shit, thank you." He smiled back as he placed the box in his own pocket and slowly started walking backward towards the car. "Hope ya have a good night and that Nick the dick has a shit one. 

You let out a laugh at the nickname Daryl gave your ex-boyfriend and waved him goodbye with a "You too." You leaned your head back against the wall, staring up at the night sky as your eyes finally began to feel tired, knowing you should head back to your friend's apartment soon and try and get some sleep before your nine AM shift. 

Once Daryl got in the car, he let out a quiet sigh as he looked out the window at you, wishing he dared to ask for your number. You were the first good conversation he'd had in a while, and his schoolboy-like crush on you kept growing the whole time you talked.

"So, who's that?" The man said as he shifted the car into gear, Daryl noticing the grin on his face.

"A girl that started talkin' to me after our call. Name's (Y/N)." He pulled the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, mindlessly tracing the pattern of doodles you did.

"You ask for her number? The car was now beginning to be backed out of its parking spot.

"Nah. Mind if I smoke?" Daryl shook the pack and began looking for one of the lighters he left in the glove compartment a few weeks ago. 

The man shook his head with a slight sigh and said, "Go ahead." He wasn't shaking his head over Daryl wanting to smoke, but over the fact he wouldn't ask for your number when he obviously liked you, but he knew he couldn't push him; he understood Daryl's nature.

Daryl looked back out the window at you, opening it as he blew out the first cloud of smoke. He then looked back down in his lap where the box lay, flipping it over to the back to see what you had drawn there as well. His breath hitched as he saw it. On the back was your phone number, and above it said, "Call me" with a smiley face. 

The tips of Daryl's ears were beet red, and he tried to hold back his face from turning the same color. He looked back out the window at you to see you grinning at him this time, to which he smiled and waved goodbye to you as the car pulled out of the lot. In Daryl's twenty-three years of life, he could say that this night was one of his best.

"Daryl, why'd you call me Mr. H again? Son, you've known me for five years; how many times do I gotta remind you to call me by my name? It's Dale for you."

Daryl let out a small cloud of smoke this time, wanting to savor this one on the peaceful ride back. "I'll tell ya again, it happens when I'm nervous; didn't wanna wake you up, s'all, and you still are my boss after all."

"Daryl, you're like a son to me, and I told you to never be nervous if you need help, and that includes coming and picking you up in the middle of the night if needed. I'm here for you." Dale placed his right hand on Daryl's shoulder, keeping his left on the wheel as he squeezed his shoulder lightly before returning it to the steering wheel.

"Now, it's not Mr. H or Mr. Horvath, son. It's Dale."

Daryl rolled his eyes playfully. "Yes, sir," he joked, letting out a chuckle.

It was the next day around 10:30 PM when Daryl picked up the phone on his nightstand and finally called the number you gave him, nervously wrapping the cord around his finger. The phone only rang twice before the other end picked up, "Hey, is this (Y/N)?" 

The inner teenage girl in your brain screamed in excitement, so happy that he finally called. "Omg, Daryl! I was wondering when you were gonna call me. I've been waiting since I got off my shift."

"Didn't know if you worked a mornin' shift or got off at night, and I didn't wanna leave too many voicemails on your friend's phone."

"Yeah, I worked a morning shift at the diner today. I got off at five. Morning shifts are the fucking worst." You're lying on your stomach on the couch, playfully curling the phone's cord around your finger and kicking your feet back and forth in the air.

You and Daryl talked for an hour, mainly talking about the shitty customers you dealt with today, sounding especially frustrated about the woman who yelled at you just because the diner was out of unsweet tea that you couldn't do anything about because the place was also out of tea bags to make more. What did she want you to do? Just up and leave your job and go buy the tea bags, your fucking self?

"Even though I don't want to, I gotta go to bed 'cause I have another morning shift tomorrow. I get off at five, so call me around six-thirty, okay?" 

"I get off at five too. Works for me. Goodnight, (Y/N)."

"Goodnight to you too, Daryl."

The call ended, and you both looked up at your respective ceilings, smiling as warmth bloomed through your faces. You both slept well that night, falling asleep to the thought of calling each other tomorrow.

⋆☀︎｡ Extra author's note: Here's what Dale would look like in 1992, I took Dale's age of 64 from the show since the apocalypse started in 2010 so he'd be 46 in 1992. I think this picture of Jeffrey Demunn is from when he was 43 maybe? I can't remember but that's close enough to 46 and even if he isn't 43 in the image he fits the look of someone in their mid-forties. Just imagine him without the cowboy hat, okay? There's not a lot of pictures of him when he was younger.

⋆☀︎｡ Taglist: @mrdixon , @yevmarie , and @shadowcitrine

⋆☀︎｡ Divider creds: @ saradika, go check her account out! She has some very cute dividers!

[butchcarmy]

silly little idea i have in my brain where you’ve got carmen on his back, both of you giggling and gently teasing each other before you hop on to ride him. you lean down and kiss at his chest and he’s just smirking, letting you have your fun until your tongue brushes against one of his nipples. the moan he lets out could only be described as surprised, almost like it was punched out of him, like he didn’t expect it to feel that good. his face goes beet red and he’s blinking in shock

just,..idk carmen might have sensitive nipples who knows

Anon I’m sorry for the wait! I SO agree. I kept looking back at this ask and being like😳Anyway tbh I already had some stuff like this in the works but I rly wanted to write with this prompt, so here’s this. Enjoy!

Word count: ~800

Tags: explicit MDNI🔞, subby carmy, nipple play, slight overstimulation at the end

You didn’t know Carmy’s nipples were so sensitive until today.

It was just a playful little thing, a gentle flick of your tongue against the smooth surface of his soft nipple. However, the sound he failed to stifle was nothing small. The moan that came out of him was abrupt, like it appeared out of nowhere.

Carmy’s face has gone bright red now, evidently shocked by his own reaction. His mouth keeps opening as if to say something, but he can’t get the words out.

So naturally, you lick his nipple again, slower this time, and Carmy sucks in a sharp, deep breath.

“I didn’t know your nipples were so sensitive,” you murmur, your fingers thumbing back and forth over his nipples, hardening them.

“I, I didn’t either,” Carmy pants. His cock weeps between the two of you, dripping pre cum onto his stomach. You were going to ride him, but this is suddenly more important. You don’t even think you’ll need to ride him anymore, not when he’s reacting like this.

“Really? Even when your shirts are always rubbing up on them?” You don’t mean for that question to be as sexual but it is, but his nipples are reddening and swelling as your fingers pinch at them, and Carmy’s moans are making you drip.

“It’s not—sometimes, I mean, it’s a little—“ You can tell that this whole thing is embarrassing him, but he’s too turned on to shy away. He can’t even bring himself to say it.

“Just didn’t wanna admit it, then.” You suck one of his erect nipples into your mouth, wrapping your lips tightly around it, and he moans loudly. You release it with a wet pop, and it comes out shiny. You suck at the other one, too, leaving both of his nipples swollen and glossy with spit. “Y’think you could come with just me touching your nipples?”

“Shut up, I don’t know, maybe,” Carmy groans, back arching and chest pushing towards your mouth and hands. You glance down at his nearly untouched cock to see it still dripping. Your aching pussy still wants to sit on it, feel it come inside you when you make him finish with just his nipples. Not tonight, though. You wanna see him make a mess of himself.

“Come on, Carmy. I wanna see you come.” You suddenly pinch both of his nipples with your index and thumbs and tug, and the sound he makes has your clit throbbing. It’s as if you’re deep throating his cock with the noises he keeps making. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, shit,” he admits, rolling his head back. “So close—“

You have a feeling you know what he needs. You’re eager to see him finish, so you decide not to make him beg for it this time.

You pull one of his swollen pink nipples into your mouth again, flattening it under the flat of your tongue before sucking it between your lips. While your hand tugs at his other nipple, you suck rhythmically, cheeks hollowing. You hear Carmy’s ruined moans right from his chest. He can’t form words anymore.

“Fuck me,” Carmy cries, and he writhes as he comes deeply all over himself.

You lick his nipples as he comes onto his stomach, streaking his skin and hairs with white. You feel a glob of wetness leak from your pussy from listening to his moans. You never expected him to react so well to having his chest touch. Not to say you never thought about it…just not like this.

Experimentally, you give his nipple a little bite, just barely tugging with your teeth, and Carmy’s moans spike in volume instantly.

“Too much,” he whimpers. Although you would never push him like that, the thought of biting more at his nipples and making him scream does pass through you. It rushes heat into your stomach. But you know this isn’t the time for that, and you roll back into gently lapping at his wet nipple instead.

Even then, he eventually just pushes your head back with his hands, overstimulated and beautiful. His curly hair’s a mess from how he was pressing his head against the head board. His warm skin has this gorgeous flush to it, and his half lidded eyes are staring at you in a haze.

“That was so hot,” you say with a grin. His eyes crinkle in a smile, and he shakes his head as he laughs under his breath.

“I didn’t know I could…come with just that,” he mumbles, clearly bashful. “It was…wow.”

“If I had known earlier, I would’ve gotten these in my mouth way sooner.” You give his chest a solid squeeze, and that makes him laugh again, but it’s a bit breathless.

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

1. i'm sleeping with a ghoul (Ghost!Lucifer x MC)

A/N: Hello!! This is a few days late, but I said I wanted to do Obey Me month and I'm sticking to it, damn it! So I offer you my very first story for it, as well as the first thing I've published for the om fandom that isn't Barbatos. This was actually really fun to write and I wanna thank @the-ancient-fae for giving me the prompt of 'ghost' to help me figure something out!! That simple prompt has created a whole basket of ideas in my head, so thank you, Roxy 💜 But anyways, enjoy reading!!

Pairing(s): Lucifer x MC

Prompt: Day 1 - Lucifer from @obeymetournaments's list of prompts for this month!!

Summary: The tale of someone who encountered a... different kind of ghost.

Tag(s): 18+, themes of stalking, Spectrophilia/Phasmophilia, dubious consent, non-explicit, mentions of sexual content, first person pov

Word Count: 922

Song Inspiration: Sex With A Ghost By Teddy Hyde

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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Anyone who’s ever lived in a haunted house before will be familiar with the usual signs. Creaking floors, footsteps down the hallway, doors opening and closing on their own, whispers in other rooms. I, myself, am familiar with all of those, but those aren’t the things I’m experiencing in my current home. I hear less whispers and more longing sighs. I see shadows creeping around the corner. Sometimes the flap of wings. The click of formal shoes. I’ve recently started finding feathers in random places throughout the house. Long, black feathers. Bigger than any bird in my neighborhood.

I can feel whenever I’m being watched. The time I seem to be watched most is when I’m sleeping. Or at least laying in my bed at night. I can even see the outline of a figure if I look into the darkness for long enough and I swear the figure has horns and wings. Do you think it sees me, too?

~*~

The ghost. It’s a man. I know what he looks like now. He’s gotten bolder, closer. Or maybe I’ve just started paying more attention?

The places I find feathers have gotten more consistent. More specific. They’re only in parts of the houses I often frequent, like the kitchen and my own bedroom. And just the other day… I was in the bathroom, had just finished a shower. It was such a cliche. I wiped off the mirror and immediately I saw him, behind me. But unlike the movies, he didn’t flicker away as soon as I saw him. Instead, he stayed. He met my eyes. It was like he wanted me to see him. And so, I did. Soft, black, feathery hair with just the tiniest piece of his bangs turned gray. Deep, mysterious red and black eyes. Four black-feathered wings that are a glorious sight to behold, almost how one would imagine angel wings. But then my eyes catch on the large, black horns curving upwards from the top of his head. That’s when I’m reminded that he is certainly no angel.

Even so, he took my breath away. And he knew it. A look of pride upon his face before I blink and he’s finally gone. It took me a moment to recover after that. But it was not because I was terrified. Nor was I upset that he was intruding upon my home. All I felt in that moment was an intense curiosity, along with excitement at the thought of finding out more.

~*~

I’m starting to think something’s wrong with me. I can’t truly be thinking like this about a ghost, can I? But I can’t help it. He’s doing it on purpose. Seducing me. There’s no other way to describe it. I see him all the time now. He’s stopped trying to hide from me. He watches me openly now, during all hours of the day. I’ve started speaking to him. He’s there to listen, so I might as well, right? And sometimes he’ll answer. With gestures or the softest of whispers. But what’s more important is what happens at night.

Once I’ve shut off all the lights and settled beneath my blankets, that’s when I’ll feel it. Fingers brushing over my skin. Sometimes gloved, sometimes bare. First, it was just soft affection. Holding my cheek or tracing my hand. Then, he’d trace down my neck and over my calves. And now, he’s trailing down my chest and up my thighs with touches that can no longer be considered simple affection. No, these touches are filled with intent. And I know something’s fucked in my head because in response, I’ve started wearing less and less clothes to bed. He’s taking it as an invitation to continue and we both know that’s exactly what it is. Even before it’s bedtime, I’m already anticipating the feel of his fingers and the pleasure his touch brings.

I think he’s waiting to take a step further because he enjoys seeing me touch myself. He gets this smirk on his face as his low chuckle fills my ear and it only adds to my overloaded senses, driving me over the edge. Sometimes during the day, I’m unable to help myself when I think too much about it. When that happens, I always make sure to be loud enough so that he’ll know exactly what I’m doing.

Even now, questioning my own mind, I can’t find a single ounce of hesitation towards any of it.

~*~

Lucifer. Lucifer. Lucifer. That is my lover’s name. He finally told me when he gave himself to me completely. I got to see him in all his glory, laid bare and without any clothing in the way. Just as he saw me the same way. And not only did he touch me without holding back, but I got to touch him as well. We were finally joined as one and that’s when I knew for certain - this is love. It must be. There’s no other emotion I could use to describe how I feel for him. And I know he loves me, too. He told me so. Told me that even when he was alive he never loved another the way he loves me.

We’ll be together forever, him and I. He’s in my bed every night and right beside me throughout the day. He takes me whenever he feels like it and I would never dream of rejecting him. All of me belongs to him now, mind, body, and soul, and I don’t want it any other way.

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A/N: Please, let me know your thoughts!! Thank you for reading!!! 💜💜💜

[solarnomoon]

care for a man - kim mingyu

mingyu always takes care of you, even when you don't take care of yourself.

pairing >>> mingyu x male reader

tags >>> college au, fluff, suggestive content, implied smaller reader (he's 6'2 T-T)

author's note >>> sorry for literally dying, hope this is acceptable as an apology o.o i was listening to love me again by v while writing this if you want the vibe lul

"gyu, please..." you try to push his head away from your neck, attempting to type on your computer for your assignment, but with with you agreeing to sit on his lap while you work, nothing was getting done. "gyuuu..." you start again, pulling your neck away but just resulting in a soft whine and a tighter grip on your waist, and then left you a mingyu that was more insistent on leaving hickeys on your neck, even though he had already left dozens in the past hour.

when you finally get a moment of rest, he just stares at you waiting for you to make eye contact with him. eventually, you wonder if he was scrolling through his phone considering that he stopped, so you turned to check, but was met with a face still looking at yours. "yes gyu?"

"do you not love me?" he pouts, his lips turning downward while awaiting your answer.

"huh? are you fucking dumb? what kind of question is that?" you turn back towards your computer to type a couple of sentences.

at the same time, mingyu leans away from you in disbelief, staring at you with wide eyes and an open mouth. "wow, the f-bomb? so you hate me." he stands up, picking you up as well, ignoring your muffled complaint. "so you're breaking up with me," he says, placing you on the bed. "so you literally just said you want nothing to do with me." he lies next to you, holding you by your waist.

all you do is giggle, knowing this is just his antics. "hey, gyu, i was working! and i never said that, you're putting words in my mouth. you know i'd never break up with you," you whine out of faux annoyance, but he knows you need a break anyway. you push him on his back as you climb on top of him, squishing his cheeks together, and getting a smile from his face.

he places his hands on your hips, his fingers drawing small shapes into them. he loves the way the computer light shines on your face in the dark room, allowing him to see the beauty of his boyfriend. "well, if you wanna show me how much you would never break up with me, why don't you let me put something else, something bigger in your mouth?"

you scoff, glancing briefly at your open computer before returning your gaze to your boyfriend. "you disgust me, kim mingyu.”

he leans closer to your lips, wanting a kiss, "but you love me, y/n." he closes his eyes, expecting you to meet in the middle, but seconds pass and his gorgeous boyfriend's lips never touched his own. "where's my kiss, y/n?" he pouts, opening his eyes at the same time, noticing that you're looking at your computer, and with you as his little brainiac, he knows the gears in that head of yours are turning rapidly for your work. "y/n, you've been sitting on my lap for two hours just working. don't you think it's time for a break?"

"mmm, mingyu, i was almost done though..." you whine, attempting to get up after thinking about the next sentence of your editorial. however, as you begin to move away from mingyu, he pulls you back in, hugging you tight on top of him.

"nooo baby... you can't work anymore... i need attention!"

you laugh, leaving a kiss on his nose, "you know, i see why everyone on campus calls you a puppy." he just smiles, turning his head at the same time, obviously wanting you to continue on. "you're adorable like one, you love hugging and stuff, you need attention like all the time," you pause a bit, a dumb smirk appearing on your face before finishing your sentence, "and most of all, you're fucking insatiable. i mean, c'mon, four rounds minimum?"

he covers his face up after hearing your words, remembering how he said that in the very beginning of your relationship. when you confessed a year ago, mingyu told you that he needed "at least four rounds every time" as a deterrent because he didn't think he deserved to be with you. of course, you wanted to be with him, therefore you didn't mind (plus you're just as insatiable as him), so it's a funny memory to you now. "i-it was a joke, y/n! don't remind me."

you roll your eyes, tapping his forehead with your finger, "a joke that seems to be true. you know, it seems to be five rounds now." he hits your shoulder playfully at your words. "kidding, kidding! kinda." you sigh, just staring at your boyfriend. "but you really are like a puppy. a six foot something puppy."

"six foot two, baby. not that it matters, you're fucking tiny anyway."

"i'm not even that small, you're suuch a bitch." you place a gentle kiss onto his lips, granting a smile from him in return. "how about this, i stop working for the night, and we go into the kitchen and i make us a late-night snack? sound good, gyu?"

his eyes sparkle at the sound of you not working, his nonexistent tail practically hitting the walls and the ceiling with how excited he was hearing those words. "yes, please, y/n! i was getting so hungry and you weren't giving me any kisses and i was getting so sad."

"like i said, a puppy." you kiss him again on the cheek, answering his woeful call, "i'll give you all the kisses you want, okay gyu?"

he nods, getting up and carrying you bridal style. he places a kiss on your forehead. "i love you, y/n. i'm going to marry you one day."

and though you said you'd make food for him, he forced you to just sit down and watch him do everything for you, with the reasoning of "my beautiful boyfriend shouldn't move a finger after working so hard," and you swear you could feel the ring around your finger right then and there.

[cloudyyoimiya]

Hellooo!

So I usually don't do requests or anything BUT I literally love your work and couldn't resist. I was wondering if you'd be willing to do the hand measurement thingy but with Nikolai, sigma, and akutagawa? Anyways have a good day/night!

ofc i’d be willing to write this! i won’t lie though, i’m not all that familiar with writing akutagawa, so i do apologize if he seems out of character. anyways, thank you for requesting!!

Measuring Their Hands; Ryuunosuke Aktugawa, Sigma, and Nikolai Gogol

Format: Scenarios

Quick Note: Here’s a link to the first part :)

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

“Hey, can I see your hand for a moment?” You asked.

The two of you were at your shared home, in bed together. Akutagawa was situated beside you begrudgingly, clearly trying to act like he’s unhappy with the close proximity you are in, but he’s miserably failing. You could see only the slightest bit of a smile on his face, though it would be hard to see it if you didn’t personally know him.

“And why would you want to do that?” He asked, his voice holding only the slightest bit of boredom.

“Just trust me,” you spoke with a smile. “It’s nothing bad, I promise.”

He only rolled his eyes in response. Akutagawa then lazily gave you his hand. “Here.”

“Thank you,” you said as you took his hand. “Now, can you flatten your palm please?”

Akutagawa groaned then flattened his palm rather quickly. You then took this as your chance to put your hand up to his and silently measure it.

His hand was only the slightest bit bigger than yours; your finger tips almost reaching his. They weren’t as soft as you thought that they would be, but that is to be expected. Your boyfriend was a mafioso after all, so it would be out of the question for his hands to be anything but rough. In a way it made you feel protected though. It reassured you that if push came to shove, he’d be there for you, though he’d never admit that out loud.

“Your hands are bigger than mine,” you simply stated.

“They are,” Akutagawa said back, disinterested. “What’s even the point of this? Is knowing how big your partners hands are something that you should keep in mind?”

“I mean, no not really. I was just curious how big your hands are compared to mine is all.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

You clicked your tongue then started to hold his hand. You interlaced your fingers together and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Once your boyfriend had offhandedly mentioned how he liked it when you squeezed his hand, so you’d often do it in moments like this when he was being difficult.

“It’s really not. You just don’t know how to appreciate the finer things in life,” you tried to joke. “Besides, now you have something to tease me with.”

“And why would I want to do that?” He asked as he subtly squeezed your hand back.

“I don’t know! Why not?”

“You’re weird.”

You softly chuckled. “And so are you.”

“Sure I am.” He rolled his eyes.

“Y’know you love me.”

Akutagawa sighed. “That I do, my dear.”

Sigma

You were currently lounging around in your boyfriends office with a book in hand. He was busy typing away, filling out a report of the expenses for the casino for the week. He seemed really concentrated on his work, and you didn’t want to bother him with your need for attention, so you decided that the next best thing was to spend time with him in silence. It wasn’t all that bad though. Just the presence of Sigma made you happy.

You eventually finished the chapter to your book, and it gave you an idea. The two lovers in the book measured each others hands, so now you wanted to do it with your lover. You knew that you shouldn’t interrupt Sigma, but you did it anyways.

“Hey love? Can you do something for me real quick?” You asked as you walked to his side.

He raised an eyebrow. “What is it? Are you alright? Is something wrong?”

“Oh no, nothing is wrong don’t worry,” you said as you smiled down at him.

“Then what do you need?”

“I just wanna see your hand real quick! Can I steal it from you for one moment? Please?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, then gave you his hand. “Alright, sure…”

You smiled as you quickly took his hand. You carefully flattened his palm against yours and looked at both of your hands for a moment. His hands were bigger than yours by an inch or two, and his nails were clearly taken care of. Sigma’s hands were also rather soft, courtesy to not handling weapons or anything of the sort all that often. Though, there were some very small callouses here and there due to dealing cards in the casino.

“What are you doing?” He asked as he stared at his hand on yours.

“Measuring our hands, you dummy,” you said with a giggle. “It would appear that yours are bigger than mine.”

Sigma slowly nodded. “Yes, it would appear so… What’s the point of this exactly?”

“I was just curious if your hands were bigger. That’s all.”

“Oh. I see,” he said as he interlaced your fingers. “Was that all?”

You nodded. “I suppose so. I’m sorry for bothering you.”

Sigma’s small smile grew just a little bit larger. He then brought your hand closer to his mouth and gave your knuckles a soft kiss.

“You don’t have to worry about that at all, my love. I don’t mind as long as it’s you,” Sigma spoke kindly. “What kind of lover would I be if I got mad at you for wanting to do something as small as measuring our hands?”

“Ah, that’s true. Thank you, my dear.”

You leaned down to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. You could see a faint blush slowly starting to develop onto his pale features.

“You should get back to work now. I love you.”

Sigma made eye contact with you. “I love you too.��

Nikolai Gogol

Currently, you and your boyfriend were relaxing in the living room. You were on your phone, scrolling through random videos you found interesting while Nikolai was practicing his card tricks. He picked up a few of these tricks rather quickly, but the one he was currently practicing he mildly struggled with. Though, he was starting to realize his mistakes and he started to improve his movements with ease.

You eventually looked up from your phone and looked over at your boyfriend practicing his card tricks. You then looked at his gloved hands, and an idea struck you.

“Hey, take off one of your gloves real quick,” you said as you shuffled towards his side.

Nikolai stopped his card tricks then looked down at you. “And why would I do that, my doll? Hm? Do you have something planned?”

“Maybe… Now c’mon! Take off one of your gloves,” you spoke quickly.

“Alright, alright,” Nikolai said as he put down his cards. He then took off one of his red gloves, revealing his bare hand. “Happy now?”

“Not yet.” You grabbed his hand and put it up to yours. “Now I am.”

Nikolai’s hand was bigger than yours by a lot—maybe by a few inches at most. His index finger had a few callouses from his use of revolvers while on the job, and his palm was rough because of the same reason as well. His hands also felt rather dry, most likely because he never really bothered to moisturize them. Maybe he didn’t like the feeling of lotion on his hands?

“Hehe my hands are bigger than yours!” Nikolai teased. “Yours are so cute and tiny!”

“Oh shut it!” You chuckled. “My hands would be bigger if you weren’t so damn tall.”

“My dear, my little dove, my doll, the love of my life, you’re mistaken! Even if you were taller than me—which you’re obviously not—my hands would still be bigger than yours! I don’t think this is a height issue here!” Nikolai teased. “Plus I think you like that my hands are bigger than yours! It makes for much comfier hand holding. I don’t think you can deny that.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Yeah, you’re right about the last part. It does feel nice…”

“I’m sure it does! Well anyways, you accidentally gave me something new to tease you about!” He says as he balls his other hand into a fist and puts it towards your face. He then acts like he’s holding a microphone so he can interview you. “Well? How does it feel?”

“Oh, just great,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I can tell you’re lying!”

“I was being sarcastic.”

“No really? I couldn’t tell!”

“I’m sure you couldn’t,” you spoke with a smile.

Nikolai smiled down at you and interlaced your fingers with one another. He then used this as an opportunity to pull you into a tight hug, making sure that you were unable to escape with how tight he was holding you. His tone then shifted to a slightly more serious one, but yet it still held a teasing undertone.

“I love you,” he said. He then paused for a moment. “…And your tiny hands.”

You chuckled then hugged him back. “They aren’t that tiny! Your hands are just huge! And yes, I love you too.”

Nikolai kissed the top of your head. “I’m glad! Now, I’m ninety percent sure I finally got down this new card trick. Do you wanna watch me perform it?”

[thechaoticplayer]

Eating His Prey

author's note: I really wanted to write a fic about Ike, more specifically sadistic and yandere Ike because holy shit it was kinda hot what he was doing sheeeeeesh Summary: Being such a sly (apparently my keyboard wanted to make you slay so you're also very slay) and mischievous little fox you are, you decide to mess around in a wolf's territory. However, you're in for a wild reality check... Contains: degrading oh wow, dom Ike, hes literally using you, and all that spicy stuff mmm

Hunting in the wolf's territory was an adventure within itself, the new terrain and yummy prey was something that you desired very much. Besides, wouldn't be fun to mess around a bit? You are a great predator yourself, enjoying making your prey squeak and cry underneath your arms. You'd drag out their suffering for a good while. It was all fun and games for you.

You are currently traipsing through the forest full of crowded trees, scattered patches of sunlight kissing the grass floor. You finished having a good meal of a rabbit, a cute little thing you almost felt bad for devouring. Your nose quivered, sniffing the air and catching a scent.

Wolf scent. But your senses told you he was away at the moment. You grin, lips pulled back to reveal canine teeth. His little home! Maybe you could get some sort of rabbit shit and litter it all across his home. Maybe you could build a little fort out of sticks for him.

You dart in and out bushes with ease, your feet silently tapping the ground. Your prey hardly ever heard you coming, which was fortunate and unfortunate at once. Unaware little things. Thank god you were an excellent predator and not some weak ass prey!

You find yourself at the mouth of a cave, looking awfully gloomy inside. You sniff once more. Yup, his scent is much stronger here. Without a care in the world, you skip on inside.

It was very dark for a good few feet, your night vision clicking in after a few seconds. Bones lay scattered across the cave floor: skulls, ribs, femurs, arms. Some even arranged in twisted ways, like horrific art. Wolf must be some sort of sick freak. Not like you were anyone to judge. But still. Freak.

But it gradually began to get brighter, and you walk faster, you didn't want to dilly dally after all. You emerge within a bigger room, with a hole on the ceiling like a window. You notice there was no patch of leaves or soft grass for rest (what the fuck does he actually sleep on this hard ass rock? The wolf is literally a psycho) and surprisingly, no weird bone art. Just tallies on the wall, made with his claw you presumed, lining the walls. Several rows after row. What is this? his body count?

Eh. you don't care. You just wanna create a mess out of his home.

You drag some of the bones from the corridor and toss them around. Snapping some in half and creating your own work of art. You giggle as you line up some bones, a picture of a cock on his floor now. Your tail swishes back and forth with excitement. Perhaps you should go back to the riverbed, gather some mud and plaster it all over the wolf's walls. A nice touch to such a bland room.

You turn your head and freeze. Your heart rate increases.

The wolf himself is here, staring you down with golden eyes. Glowing from the darkness, expression blank as he watched you. Caught-red handed. How long was here there anyway? How did you not hear his entrance? as for the smell, his scent was all over the place, and it is very strong. Luck was simply not on your side.

"Well well well," the grey wolf chuckles darkly, sending electricity down your spine. Instinct told you to run your ass out of there, but you froze, out of fear. "What's a little fox doing here in my domain? Wrecking my home, hm?"

You say nothing, eyes glancing behind him. The only exit. A laugh, as he approaches still.

"Since we are going to get very acquainted, my name is Ike Eveland," the wolf says cheerfully and you furrow your brows because what the hell? "And now, answer me this: what gave you the idea to come here? Death wish?"

"...b-because i wanna," your shaky voice replies and you clear your throat. You straighten your body and stare back at him, never backing down. Not too some puny wolf. "I go wherever I want."

Ike tsks at you, stalking closer. "Now now, I like the confidence yes, but do you realise your situation, dear?" He smiles, sharp teeth bared. "I'm going to eat you alive."

Finally, he launches himself at you, claws glinting in the sunlight. Immediately your legs tense and push you, sprinting below him out of the room and into the corridor. Your heart roars in your ears as you run as far as you possibly can out of the cave, breathing heavily.

What a fucking insane little shit! He was definitely a bit smaller than other wolves you met, but something about the way his sinister gaze sent shivers down your spine. You hated to admit it, but the wolf was actually pretty intimidating. His eyes were such a lovely shade of gold though...

You shake your head and keep running, hopping through a small river to make him lose your scent. You turn towards another direction, toward the familiar big tree you liked to lean against when you wanted to think. It was a good distance from the wolf's territory, so you should be fine. Besides, why would Ike come all the way over here for one silly fox? Heh.

You arrive at the foot of the tree and plop down, regaining your oxygen. Damn, you've never ran so much in your life. You curl your fluffy tail around you, plucking out leaves. Your beating heart slowed a bit as relief flooded your veins. That was simply a vibe check from the gods above. You have learned to stay away from there in the near by future, because if you went there again, you wouldn't have a future.

You lean down with the balls of your hand on the grass, stretching with your ass in the air and felt every bone crack in your back. You sigh contently. It has always felt good to do that after a run.

Your ear twitched and a sound of rustling bushes interrupts your stretch. You sit back, suddenly alert. You sniff the air, but only smell your wet fur. You survey your surroundings, and seeing nothing. A squirrel? However, you stayed cautious and kept your ears open.

While you were cleaning your teeth, another sound, the noise of a twig snapping under a huge weight. It is closer to you than before.

With no warning, you high-tail it out of there, not even turning to see who it is because you could already tell by that menacing aura alone. The grey wolf is hunting you.

"Go away!" you shout, shooting through bushes and swerving around thick trees. "Go find some dumb rabbit to devour!"

"You're much more intriguing!" Ike calls, and you're startled by how you can't hear his footsteps and yours is loud as shit. "Let's play a game, huh?"

"I don't play no games!" You snap, diving into a fox hole made from another fox and scurrying through the small tunnel. He couldn't get through because he's too large! ha!

"It'll be fun!" He calls from outside the tunnel. "Let's play hide and seek, little one!" Ike sings, and you find it oddly pretty.

Dude, really?

You shoot out the other end and continue sprinting. Fuck out of here with that hide and seek nonsense!

"I'll be the seeker," Ike says from behind, startling so much you almost stumble. "I'll give you some time to hide!"

His voice fades and you glance over your shoulder. Gone. Kapoof. Finally, holy shit, his presence was getting annoying as shit. Wait. Is he actually going to play hide and seek?

You curse in your mind, running as far as your legs could carry. You pause, chest heaving as you breath rapidly through your mouth. You turn in a circle, attempting to find a good hiding spot. You spy a big tree with a hollow center, obscured by a flower bush. It is right by a river too!

You dive into the hole without delay and try to rein in your breathing. You quickly adjust the bush so it didn't look like it was rammed through. It was not long before you felt that ominous presence again, your tail poofing up instantly.

"Little fox, where are you?" Ike coos from a good distance away. You cover your mouth with both hands. "You're a sly thing, huh? Walking around my own territory like it was your place. Now, it's time to make sure you learn your place."

You press yourself against the wall so hard, the grooves start to imprint on your skin. You're starting to regret your decisions. It seems like the wolf will never let you go until he captures you. You silently pray to whatever gods were listening.

Turns out they were not. They said screw you kiddo you're on your own.

"I will find you," Ike promises, his voice a tad closer. "I can feel your heart. So fast. Am I making you nervous?"

You grind your teeth, stopping yourself from growling. This cocky bastard.

"I tend to get that reaction a lot. I didn't think I was that horrifying, being on the smaller scale," Ike says and you roll your eyes because who the fuck asked? "I give off threatening vibes, supposedly. that's what the last one said anyway."

Huh?

"The last prey I had," the wolf continues, almost as if he just read your mind. "You must've seen the lines on the walls. All animals I've killed and perhaps devour. Sometimes, I kill for the fun of it and leave the carcass for other animals. Oh, how thrilling it is, watching the blood seep onto the floor and the life draining out of their eyes!" Ike sighs and your blood goes cold because it's outside your hiding place. A big hand reaches out to touch the flower in front of you. "Their blood, such a pretty shade of red just like this poppy."

The hand snakes out like a viper and snatches your ankle and you yell, kicking at him but he drags you out of the tree. Still kicking and screaming bloody murder, you kick his face in sheer desperation. His head turned toward another direction but his hand still latched onto your ankle.

"That wasn't very polite," Ike says, his gaze on you and you still. "What's wrong? Sad because you lost?"

"No way!" You claw at his hand but he doesn't budge. Just watches your pathetic attempts. "Let go!"

He leans in close to your face and you halt your actions. His breaths on your face as the wolf holds eye contact with you. The flecked color of brown in his eyes are mesmerizing to look at, entrancing. You swallow hard. Ike's hand slides from your ankle to your knee, to your thigh, sending goosebumps across your skin. He squeezes, his nails digging in slightly and you wince.

"No. You're mine to play with now, cute little fox."

Something about the way his voice went lower, or was it the hand movement? made your heart beat faster, and not in a frightened way. The wolf's hand travels to your hip and your breath hitches, still staring into the eyes of your enemy. The hand goes all the up from your arm, feather light, skins your collarbone and finds itself a new home on your neck. Wrapping his fingers around your delicate neck, Ike begins to squeeze lightly. Still looking down at you with those pretty eyes, hovering over you with such a smirk on his lips.

Ike stops squeezing, evidently surprised. He sniffs the air, but still a hand around your throat, his nose dipping lower. His nose bumps against your thigh and he growls low in his throat, yanking your legs apart. You squeak.

Arousal. Pure arousal, glittering in the light. Ike stares for a moment, still sniffing. His gaze slides back up to you and you stop breathing.

"Little fox..." he says quietly, and excitement jolts up. "Are you... aroused, right now?"

You don't respond, a bit ashamed. Why the hell were you getting horny for the man about to kill you? Who in their right mind-?

You gasp as you feel a hot mouth against your pussy, lapping up the juices with a shocking pace. You whine, struggling to get away but both his hands are on your thighs now, keeping you spread open and down on the grass as he ravaged your pretty little hole.

You tasted so fucking good, more than he could ever imagine! His nose bumps your clit as his tongue glides in and out of your wet hole, making squelching noises. You moan loudly, digging your nails into his scalp as you push him into you. Ike growls, sending more electricity up your spine. His teeth grazes your clit as he suckles the bundle of nerves and you gasp.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck- mph!" You cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your embarrassing sounds.

The wolf stops, narrowing his eyes at you. "Who said for you to hide those pretty noises?"

You bite your lip, legs squirming as the breeze hits your pussy. "I-I, well..."

"Keep our hands. Off. If you do so again, I'll make sure you never do it again, do you understand?"

You nod quickly, getting even more aroused by his threat and you subconsciously think, 'what the FUCK' and he smirks.

Ike eats you out like a wolf starved, fucking and teasing your hole with such accuracy you start to see stars, and watching him eat you like you were the best meal he ever had turned you on even more and you felt your walls clamp around his tongue.

"Good slut," Ike whispers against your clit, sucking on it for a brief moment before sinking his teeth into your thigh, making you yelp. "Horny little thing, for a predator who was going to devour you whole..." the wolf chuckles.

Your slick slathered across his face, buried in you, legs over his shoulders was a sight to see. You moan, "a-ah! Mmm, right there, t-there!" Your toes curl, eyes rolled back as the orgasm comes over in waves, making your body shake from pleasure as you release soft whines. But Ike isn't done, he's just getting started.

A finger pushes itself into you and you gasp yet again. It explores your walls, tickling that one spot. Then another is added, and Ike slowly pumps his fingers into you, watching with fascination as your pussy eagerly swallows his digits. Pulling him in.

"What a fucking whore," he notes, flicking his eyes up at your flushed cheeks and the drool leaking down your chin. "I haven't even put my cock in you yet."

Your walls squeeze around his fingers at the sentence and he laughs darkly. He bites your other thigh, drawing blood as you wince in pain. The wolf quickly laps up your blood with a groan. His fingers pump faster, curling at the right time and you moan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Greedy bitch. Do you want me to let you cum?" He asks, gold glowing between your legs. New hickeys flourish all over your inner thighs along with obvious bite marks.

"Yes please," you moan, angling your hips up and he repeatedly hits that delicious spot. "Hah- f-fuck! N-ngh! Pleasepleasepleaseplease... "

Ike pulls his fingers out and you immediately protest but he shushes you. The loss of his fingers inside you was making you insane, until you get filled up by something entirely different.

"O-oh... " you moan quietly, his cock hard inside of you.

"Dumb fox." Ike takes your wrists and pins them above your head as he looks down at you. Your breath hitches. "Dumb, horny fox."

He snaps his hips and you make a guttural sound. Ike's pupils are big, drinking in every single detail from your sweat collecting on your skin, your body squirming underneath him, to your mouth popped open slightly. Oh, and those luscious lips of yours, appearing soft and unkissed...

Might as well make you his new toy now, eh?

Ike smashes his lips into yours as he fucks you fast and hard, shoving his tongue inside your mouth as you open to moan. Tongues dancing together and his muscle exploring every single space within your mouth. You tasted so delicious and felt so delicious, there was no way in hell he was letting you go now.

Satisfied with your bruised lips, the wolf goes to mark your neck. Biting, kissing, sucking. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he digs his nails into you. Tears running down your face as you hiccup, crying and saying "it's too much, it's too much'.

Ike could not give a damn. You brought this upon yourself, and now he's going to have fun with his new fucktoy.

[elusivecagedmockingbird]

Ghost Of You

[jungkook x reader] [2.3k+ angst, supernatural-ish!au??]

A/N: I've been MIA for months and while I've been logging on from time to time to read fics, I never really had the energy to write one. But I'm back with the second part of Bad Omens. I just hope I was able to write something worth reading! Not proofread—whoops.

Anyway, part 3? >> Read Bad Omens

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Your husband complains at the long drive, stretching to ease the building fatigue in his muscles.

You knead his thighs. "Why don't you let me drive for a while?" Jungkook turns to look at you with stars in his eyes and shakes his head. You smile back with a nod and look out to the road.

"Did we take this highway this morning?"

"Yeah, I think so. This is the fastest route to the city." Jungkook briefly looks at you with a worried expression. "Something wrong?"

"Huh. That's weird..." You pull up your phone and open the web app.

Eyes glancing back and forth between you and the road, he asks you again what's wrong.

"Just.." you trail, thumb still scrolling through your search results. "I don't remember seeing the gasoline station we just passed this morning."

Jungkook hums, "Wanna stop by? You were probably asleep when we passed by earlier," he offers as an answer.

"No. I just got this strange feeling of like..," you mumble, trying to think of the right word. "Like deja vu." Brushing it off despite the gnawing strange feeling.

Jungkook extends his arm across the console to cup your cheek. Affectionately, you lean your face—the warmth of his palm is a welcomed comfort.

"We'll be home soon," he assures you as you close your eyes.

-

"Hey, sleepy head," Jungkook teases—lips centimeters away from your ears and his thick hot breath tickles you awake.

Your lips stretch to a smile, but your eyes refuse to open. "You're up early," you groan.

He chuckles. You feel the right side of the bed dip as Jungkook moves around you. "Baby, it's 11 A.M. already," he coos. Alarmed, you shoot up from the bed before he could finish his sentence, your shoulders almost hitting his cheek.

Regret quickly follows as you feel a sting of pain in your neck. "Fuck, I think I slept on my neck wrong." You stretch your limb sideways, trying to ease the tension.

Jungkook's warm hands were quick to help. His fingers gently run in circling motion as he noses at your shoulder. "Where are you rushing off to, anyway?"

"Uhh, work," you respond as if stating the obvious. But you're met with a raised brow from Jungkook.

"But it's Saturday today."

You mirror his confused face as you quickly search for your phone on the nightstand.

"What? Nuh uh, it's Friday." You shake your head as your legs swing off the bed.

Jungkook jumps to cross the bed and snatch you by the waist, pulling you back under the covers. Soft gasp and giggles erupt from your mouth as he tackles you in a bear hug, restricting you to leave again.

"C'mon, I'm going to be late for work." You pry his hands on your waist, but he refuses to give. And so, you wiggle around to face him.

"Hi," your husband chirps before kissing your lips.

Between your kisses, you call his name in broken syllables. You tap his shoulders, "I really have to go," you insist.

Jungkook's brows furrow in mixed confusion and mirth, "Baby, it really is a weekend," he insists and shows you his phone.

And he was right. Sure enough, the bold SATURDAY on the screen glares back at you.

Disoriented, you free yourself from his hold. You suddenly feel like the walls are closing in on you. Did you sleep through the day? You swore yesterday was just Thursday.

"Everything okay?" Worried eyes assess you and you feel even more anxious.

"Yes-no. I don't know. I think I'm having a deja vu?" You press the heel of your palm to your eyes. You think you feel an oncoming migraine.

"Deja vu?" Jungkook asks as he stands. "Like you've already experienced today?"

"No, not exactly," you stutter. Your brain lags to find an explanation. How do you verbalize the missing feeling inside of you?

"I feel like..." you trail off and see Jungkook's eyes are fixed on yours, patiently waiting for you to explain. "Like I skipped days? You know whenever I whined about the weekdays and hoped it was already the weekend? It's like I got my wish? But like today had already happened."

At your poor explanation, Jungkook giggles. His bunny teeth peeking and it was hard not to awe at his bright face.

"I think you're just hungry," your husband teases. "How about we get breakfast and go for a drive? Nothing too far, just until the scenery changes."

You hum in agreement. "If today's really Saturday, I might as well do something relaxing, right?"

Jungkook kisses your cheek before dashing away to the bathroom.

"You joining me in the shower?"

-

The moment you awaken, you feel the warmth of the sun rays piercing through your windows and a light breeze sweeps in every second and so. Yet, as perfect as the morning seemed to start, you're bugged by the feeling that something was amiss.

You couldn't shrug off the feeling that you're forgetting something. Jungkook's not beside you and you assume he's in the kitchen. You call for your husband and soon hear his footsteps padding across the wooden floor. Jungkook's head pops through the door frame, "You called for me?"

You meekly nod in his direction, "What day is it?"

Jungkook laughs, his obliviousness from your predicament has him amused in your state. "It's Saturday. Do you have plans for today?" he answers as he enters your room.

"How could it be Saturday again today?" You ask your husband, though the question was meant to be rhetorical, he didn’t miss the panic in your voice. "It was Saturday yesterday, and now you're telling me, it's still Saturday today?"

Confused eyes scan your face. "What are you talking about, Y/N? It is Saturday today and yesterday was Friday."

"No, Jungkook!” You exclaim as you jump off the bed. Your misdirected frustration directed at him. “If this is one of your pranks, you better own up now. It isn't funny."

"What? It's not," his hands quickly engulf your face. Yet somehow, the action gives you no comfort. "I swear, it's not."

You tear up out of frustration and your hands grip the table for support. You hear Jungkook call your name but somehow your mind is floating away.

Something's wrong.

Something's very wrong. You're forgetting something important. And anger and frustration rises inside you as you struggle to pinpoint what it is.

Next thing you know, you're hyperventilating. "I'm scared," you force the words out of your mouth.

Jungkook rushes to your side, quickly soothing you. "Breathe with me, Y/N. Focus on my breathing and follow, yeah?"

You still hear Jungkook talking, but everything is muffled. It isn't until you spot the mole just below his lips and focus on it that you regain your control.

Slowly, you feel his hands on your cheeks.

Then, your eyes travel from his lips to his eyes. Gradually, you register his voice, then his words. And you breathe with him.

You lean on each other as seconds turn to minutes. When you think your emotions are stable, you ask your husband again, "Jungkook, please just tell me now if this is just some stupid joke of yours."

A beat passes then another.

Jungkook looks like he's internally struggling with something, so you squeeze his hands to let him know that if it is a prank gone wrong, it's okay. You're not mad.

Jungkook visibly gulps and you worry. "It's really not a prank, but…” he cuts himself off. As if he was unsure of what to say. The look of confusion on his face slowly morphs into guilt.

"But what?" You urge. Confusion, anger, and fear are starting to rise inside you again. If it wasn't Jungkook standing in front of you, you would have already been impatient.

He remains pensive and quiet. And yet, his eyes look at you so lovingly, as if he yearns for you.

"Jungkook, please," you whisper. "What is going on?"

"I also don't know what's happening. But that Friday night after Jin hyung's party, something happened.”

Your anxiety grows as you see your husband start to tear up, his eyes downcast as he tries to hold back his tears. “Y/N, we got into an accident. Right after our stop by the lay-by..” Jungkook—your husband, the love of your life, the man who always toughened up for the both of you was suddenly crumbling to your arms. His words are barely coherent as he holds back sobs and tears. “I got better but..”

Your intertwined hands catch Jungkook's tears and somehow you know. He didn't have to say anything but his pained sobs told you what his mouth could not utter.

"At first, I thought I was dreaming or that the accident was a dream but I had cuts and bruises and when Jin hyung visited me he couldn't see you..."

You stumble back into the bed as you try to process what Jungkook just told you.

"Are you saying I'm—"

You couldn't even think of the word. Tears were quick to return and you looked up to your husband.

"Am I? What do you mean Jin couldn't see me?"

Jungkook kneels in front of you, his body slotting between your legs. "I tried to look for an explanation but I just accepted that this was a cruel blessing. It didn’t matter that they thought I had gone crazy and maybe they’re right. But baby, it doesn’t matter to me because you’re here. So please…” Soft hands firmly grip your own as if he was already pleading you to stay; accept your situation as it is.

Jungkook hated it when you cooed at his eyes, but he always knew when to use it to his advantage. And right now, as two doe glistening eyes plead for you and his lips pouty as he begs you to understand, you feel yourself melting to his whim despite being lost.

Still, you can’t help but cry at everything—it’s too much. And as always, Jungkook hastens to wipe your tears. He leans his forehead towards yours and hopes he can take whatever unwanted feeling you’re having right now.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes and starts to softly graze his nose to yours for an eskimo kiss—one of his ways of silently apologizing.

And it works. It was Jungkook. It was your husband.

Despite being more confused and agitated, you accept his apology. You get the feeling that he must also share the fear you feel right now. But overcome with your need to know you ask, "How long?"

Jungkook pulls away, just enough to look properly at you with furrowed brows.

"How long have I been in...limbo? Or whatever the fuck this is."

He gulps. Ruminates if he should lie or be honest.

"A year."

You recoil and scamper away from his hold. "For fucks sake, Jungkook. This isn't right. We need to get help or find someone." By now, you’re full-on panicking. You don’t know how this was possible. In all of the weird conspiracy and shit you watched when you were…alive, none of those could explain what is happening to you now.

"No," Jungkook was quick to reply; his tone was indignant. He's not letting you go—a decision he made months ago. He lost you and he believes this is a second chance for him. He shut himself and pushed everyone away to stay here with you.

And he can't let that happen.

Struggling to hold your hiccups, you at least try to make sense of your situation. "And what about the days? Why do I feel like I'm reliving or skipping days?"

A tattooed arm stretches across the bed to tuck a tear-soaked stray hair behind your ears. Jungkook's voice has that lilt he uses when he answers his six year old nephew’s questions when he answers you. "You never seem to remember anything new. You always think it's Friday, always before the accident.."

"This is so fucked up," you hiccup. Your forgotten habit of biting your nails resurfacing. "What about you? Your job? Our friends? Jungkook, you can't seriously think it's okay to be holed up here with me."

Jungkook moves closer again towards you. His sweater sleeves pulled around his fist to wipe your cheeks. "It's fine, baby. It doesn't matter if we relive the same day over and over again, you're here with me and that's all that matters. We're together."

At his sentiments, you sob. Your heart is in pieces for the man in front of you. You love Jungkook, you truly do and the thought of leaving him shatters you, but you can't keep him here with you. He said it's been a year. You look around and sure enough you notice things—the wine stain on the rug turning faint over the months passed, your basil by the kitchen window sill has grown taller, and what shatters the pieces of your broken heart is the absence of photos of your friends on the shelf.

You think about your friends. Jungkook's family. You cry harder.

Jungkook said Jin visited and thought he was crazy. You assume the worst happened.

And what about your other friends? Did they share the same sentiments?

Your wail at the thought that Jungkook not only lost you that night, but his friends, too. And it’s all your fault.

"You have to let me go," you plead. Your voice weary and hands shake from being overwhelmed. "You have to live your life. Please, Jungkook,” you plead.

"I am, Y/N. I am. As long as I’m with you, I am," your husband insists repeatedly. "Please don't leave me."

Your heart aches from his plea. How can you leave someone like him?

You’ve only been married for a few years. You barely did all of the things you said you would do—roadtrips to the country, backpacking across continents, and fuck, you wanted to build a family together; grow old together.

You curse at no one in particular; desperate for someone to blame. In the seconds that ticked, you grew spiteful.

Maybe Jungkook was right.

This was a blessing. Yes, it was cruel to live this way, but a second chance, nonetheless.

And so, you allow yourself to be selfish. You'll stay.

You'll stay with Jungkook. For Jungkook.

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Take My Hand

[propertyoftoru]

[5:27pm] L.MH

wc: 2.3k

pairing: Lee Minho X Fem!Reader

warnings: menstrual cycle/reader is on her period, the tiniest bit of angst, miscommunication/poor communication skills??? brief mention of cheating (hardly), fluff, soft!minho, literally so soft wahhh ;v;

A/N: This was completely self indulgent. I started writing this when I was on my period and I just now got around to finishing it. This is me actively avoiding working on the soulmate series. Anyways enjoy soft Minho because I cant get enough of him.

It was almost like a 6th sense at this point. You were lounging on the couch, enjoying your day off. Some shitty rom-com playing on the TV making you way more emotional than it normally would. That was when you felt it, seemingly out of nowhere. The all too familiar ache in your bones and muscles, followed by the odd cramping in your lower stomach. You let out a loud groan as you realized what was coming.

You tried to ignore it the best you could, opting to fetch your heating pad from the bedroom and taking a pain reliever in hopes of lessening the aches. Though it seems like your own body is determined to ignore your attempts to soothe it because the pains only worsened.

Thankfully your boyfriend of 3 months was at dance practice so he wasn't there to hear the pathetic whimpers that you let out when a cramp was particularly aggressive. It's not that you thought he would judge you, you know he wouldn't. It’s just that as sweet as Minho was, he loved to tease you. While normally you would play along and tease him right back something told you that you couldn't handle his teasing words today.

Once you felt the hot water touch your skin you let out a sigh, finally feeling a brief respite from what seemed like endless torture. As ridiculous as it felt, you let yourself sink to the floor, resting your back against the cool shower wall, allowing your eyes to slip shut and enjoying the warmth of the water. 

The sound of your front door opening and closing had you opening your eyes. You knew it was Minho, hearing him cooing at your cats before calling out your name. How long had you even been sitting here? Did he get out of practice early or had that much time passed since you got in the shower? 

The sound of your front door opening and closing had you opening your eyes. You knew it was Minho, hearing him cooing at your cats before calling out your name. How long had you even been sitting here? Did he get out of practice early or had that much time passed since you got in the shower? 

“Baby?” followed by two soft knocks on the door. 

“Hey Min, I’m almost done in here, I'll be out soon.” You reached for your body wash, deciding to just wash up quickly, but stopped when he spoke again.

“That’s alright I'll just join you, I'm all sweaty from practice anyways.” Minho always joined you when you showered, he treasured the intimate moments you two would share. The domestic bliss that was quiet giggles and hushed conversations, not wanting to speak too loudly in fear of breaking the peaceful bubble that surrounded the two of you. It was truly one of his favorite things to do with you. The soft looks you would give him as you helped clean one another and your gentle hands massaging his scalp as you washed his hair for him always made his knees feel weak. 

But he had been out of the country last month during the week of your previous period, and before that you had just begun dating after your period ended, making this new territory for your relationship. You weren't sure why but you felt embarrassment wash over you at the idea of mentioning your period. It was ridiculous, you knew that. You were both adults and he’s not oblivious to the idea of menstruation, his comforting words that he offered to you over the phone last month assured you of that. Yet you found yourself not wanting to tell him.

“Actually Min, I think I just wanna shower alone today.” Silence followed your words and you wondered if he had already gone to grab clothes to join you. 

“...Oh alright.” A few more seconds of silence followed before he spoke again softer this time. “Have I done something to upset you?”  

Your face scrunched up and you shook your head before realizing he couldn't see you.

“No no of course not” you answered a little too quickly, attempting to reassure him “Like I said I'm just about finished then the showers all yours!” 

“You don't wanna shower with me?” He cleared his throat not wanting to come off as clingy but the pang of disappointment in his chest made him begin to question if he had done something wrong the last time you showered together. Was it because he spiked your hair up when he lathered it with your shampoo? You had laughed at the time, doing the same to him shortly after, and it quickly became one of his favorite memories with you. Maybe it was because when you had turned your back to him, he turned the water to freezing cold, a loud screech coming from you as you jumped from the water. He received a playful glare from you in return but he assumed things were okay because you had pulled him under the frigid water right after. 

His downward spiral was interrupted when you spoke again “No! I do! You know I love showering with you, it's just…”  You trailed off having run out of excuses and not wanting to upset him further. Just like that his downward spiral had increased tenfold, his mind going to a much scarier idea. Now don't get him wrong Minho was NOT the type of guy to throw unfounded accusations around, but you had always been straightforward with him, your bluntness matching his almost to a T. So your seemingly evasive answers and hesitation had his heart in his throat. His next words had you feeling like someone had punched you in the stomach, his voice more hesitant and timid than you had ever heard him. 

“...I-Is there someone in there with you?” He said it so softly you barely heard him over the sound of the water and your heart breaking in your chest.

“W-What? No. Of course not Min.” Trying to make sure your tone conveyed how serious you were. You prayed to god that he would believe you, That he trusted you enough to know that you would rather be burned alive than ever hurt him. 

“I don't even know why I just asked that.. I know that you would never do that to me.” You relaxed a little at that. “I just.. had a rough day and I was looking forward to this so when you said you wanted to be alone my mind just went to a weird place.” 

“Oh Min… I’m so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you” You sighed again looking down at your pruned fingertips. “I really do want you to join me... It’s just…you can't.” God just tell him you idiot! Beating around the bush and upsetting him all because you're too embarrassed of something so stupid.

“Cant?” You could practically see his eyebrows pinching together and the confused pout on his face. 

“It’s embarrassing…” You were clenching your fists trying to choke down the humiliated whine that was trapped in your throat. Your eyes were burning with tears now, your lower lip beginning to tremble with every moment of silence as Minho racked his brain.

You hated how you felt right now. This is Minho we’re talking about. The same man who texted his mom bursting with excitement when you agreed to go out on a date with him. She had shown you the very texts when you met her for the first time and you dont think youve ever seen Minho turn a deeper shade of red. The very same Minho that despite how much he loves watching horror films with you, insists on keeping his kitty plushie tucked into his side the entire duration of the movie. He claims it's to offer you comfort in case you felt afraid no matter how many times you assured him you weren't. The same Minho who would refuse to continue cooking dinner unless you joined him in wiggling his butt, emphatically stating that it was the only conditions he could work in. 

There were misconceptions about Minho that even some of his closest friends believed. That he was standoffish and closed off. That he had a cold personality or that he couldn't be sweet and outwardly loving. You knew those ideas to be untrue even after your very first date. You swear to this day that he had somehow captured all the stars in the night sky in his eyes that night. His eyes gleamed with excitement and the soft smile never left his lips.

 A month into your relationship you were surprised by just how affectionate he was (don't you dare ever mention it out loud though). Like clockwork every single day started with him latched around you in his sleep, his arms caging you against his firm chest and even his legs were locked around yours. Then while he made breakfast he would be sure to come and peck your forehead every few minutes while you watched him. When he would return from traveling away from home is when it was the most intense. He wouldn't even bother announcing his arrival before he was practically speed walking over to you and burying his face into your neck. He would stand there for a few minutes just inhaling your scent and gently rocking you back and forth before he would finally pull back enough to attach his lips to yours. 

The realization that Minho had always been comfortable enough to be completely himself and totally uncensored around you had your heart clenching almost painfully. Yet here you were, a grown woman, too embarrassed to admit you were on your period. But before you could allow your frustrations with yourself grow any stronger Minho calling your name softly brought you back to reality. 

“You're on your period?” You could sense the hesitation in his question, not wanting to make any sort of implications in the case that he was misreading what you said. 

Offering a hum in response, the internal battle in your mind continued as you were still feeling quite frustrated with yourself. You pushed yourself up off the floor and quickly washed up before reaching out to turn the water off. Wanting to finish this conversation while being able to at least look at your boyfriend, you dried off quickly and wrapped yourself in a towel. 

A frown made its way to your lips as you swung the bathroom door open only to be met with an empty hallway. 

“Min?” you called out for him but got no response. You shut the door once again and slowly began to get dressed, pulling on one of his sweatshirts that you always wore when he was away. You took your time applying your skin care and hair oils as you once again choked back tears. 

Dread was the next emotion you felt on today's emotional rollercoaster. Was he angry with you? Annoyed with how childish you had acted? Had he left? Or was he simply ignoring you as recompense for upsetting him?   

You exited the bathroom and on your way to the kitchen you stopped just around the corner as Minhos voice caught your attention. 

“...So when she gets out here you guys better help me out okay? We all have to do whatever we can to make her feel better. No slacking…I’m lookin’ at you Pudge.” 

Poking your head around the corner you were met with Minhos back as he unboxed what looked like takeout from your favorite place up the street. Your cats were gathered around his feet looking up at him expectantly. He was still in his practice clothes, the sweat stains prominent on the gray material of his t-shirt. Yet you still found him to be devastatingly handsome even from behind. As he began plating the food you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your cheek between his shoulders. 

You felt him tense for a second before he turned around to face you, gently pushing you away from him. He was quick to mumble something about being all gross from practice before your brain could misinterpret his actions. Still, he carefully took your face in his hands and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“I ran to grab you that food you've been craving all week.” He leaned to the side so your vision was met with all of your favorites spread out on your kitchen table. “I turned on your heating pad and grabbed your kitty plushie from your room… I figured we could watch a movie or something and I'll give you some back rubs after you finish eating?” There was a trace of nervousness in his eyes along with a bit of uncertainty. He was unsure what you wanted from him but he would do anything in his ability to make sure you were in the least amount of discomfort as you could be.  

His eyes nearly fell out of his head when you started sniffling in front of him, your pretty eyes quickly filling with tears.

“Nonono baby dont cry, we don't have to do any of that.” He brought you into his chest and rocked you gently attempting to soothe your crying. Your sobs broken up by the giggles that came from his quick change of plans. 

“That sounds perfect Min” You pulled back slightly to witness the relief that flooded his expression before he pressed his forehead to yours. “But only if you go shower first because you seriously stink” It was his turn to laugh as he scrunched his nose at you.

He pulled away to glance down at the cats that were still lurking by your feet. 

“Alright guys… You're up.”

[20nugs]

Could you PLEAASEE write a day with matt in which he facetimes her in the morning and just watches her get ready and he begs her to come over, overall a very clingy matt PLEASEEE I LOVE YOUR WRITING

Tyy<33

Missed you

a/n: I love me some clingy Matt

pairing: Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

cw: kissing😼

summary: request🤓

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I wake up at 8:00AM, and immediately grab my phone to check for messages. My boyfriend, Matt, has already sent one.

Matt❤

hey baby, how'd you sleep?

I smile at his sweet message. He knows I always check right after I wake up.

Me

I slept well, what about you?

I set my phone down and wait for his next message. I brush my hair and wash my face. I hear a ping on my phone and I check it and see that Matt has messaged me again.

Matt❤

I slept good. Facetime?

I quickly check my appearance and text him back.

Me

Sure :)

I watch my phone get sent to a FaceTime and I answer it, seeing Matt's tired face.

"Hi baby," he says, smiling. A shiver runs down my spine as his voice is still raspy from sleep.

"Hi," I laugh. We gaze at each other for a few moments. "I'm getting ready right now, I don't know if that'll bore you or anything." I tilt my phone to show him my bathroom sink with my cosmetics on it.

"Nah," he says, sitting up on his bed. "I like to watch you do that stuff." I smile at him and start fixing my hair, using just a tiny bit of hairspray to keep the flyaways down. I hear a soft sigh on my phone.

"What's wrong?" I ask Matt, grabbing my mascara.

"I just miss you," he says. I look at him with a blank face.

"Honey I saw you yesterday," I say, lifting an eyebrow.

"Yeah but that was like forever ago, I wanna come over," he huffs. I giggle.

"Matt I have to go to the store today," I protest, finishing up my mascara.

"Nooo, stay home with me, you can go tomorrow," he whines. "I wanna hold you and kiss you."

I laugh. "Fine, I'll go tomorrow. You better get here quick before I change my mind," I say. Matt immediately smiles and I see him leave the frame to put on clothes. He comes back in record time. He grabs his phone and takes it into the bathroom, setting it up on his wall as he brushes his teeth. As he brushes his teeth, I pull on some jeans and the sweatshirt Matt left here last night. I notice Matt staring at me with a soft smile on his face. "Everything alright? Is there something on my face?" I ask, laughing.

He laughs and I notice a light blush sprinkled on his cheeks. "Everything's fine, I just love seeing you in my clothes." I blush, but before I can answer, I hear banging behind Matt. I can hear Chris distantly yelling 'Matt! Get the fuck outta the bathroom!'. Matt sighs and looks back at me. "I have to go, I'll be at your house in ten, alright? I love you," he says smiling.

"Okay, I love you too," I grin. Matt hangs up and I rush around my house to clean up. I finish cleaning and almost fall down the stairs when I hear keys unlocking my door. As Matt steps into my house, I run up to him and jump into his arms, giggling. He laughs with me and catches me in a warm embrace. He kicks the door shut and walks me over to the couch, sitting down so I'm on top of him. He pulls back from the embrace to smash his lips against mine. Our lips work in sync, expressing our love for each other. He pulls back and giggles as I chase his lips with my own.

"I missed you," he says, peppering kisses all over my face.

"We literally saw each other less than twelve hours ago, Matt," I laugh, his kisses tickling me, giving me butterflies.

"I don't care," he mumbles, nuzzling his face into my neck. "Missed you anyways."

I press a kiss to his temple and hug him closer to me. "I missed you too, you big goof."

[reds-writings]

Hello there lovely!

I saw requests were open so, I'd like to request this fluff prompt with Rust (2012) ;

4) brushing a strand of hair behind their ear

(scenario where we are the ones brushing a strand hair behind his ear)

I thought that I would be interesting and cute since he has long hair and all

Anyways, thank you for your time and if you don't wanna write this is completely fine :)

Bye and take care!

omg! first request ever! this had me so excited! i hope this is to your liking, anon! <3 (sidenote: set in the jj universe after Marty and Rust take down Childress)

Rust sat in your clawfoot bathtub almost deathly still as you gently ran some water over his hair. It had been a few days since his release, more like dash, from the hospital and his insistence on being able to manage his own proved to be a lie when he almost busted his damn stitches open from buckling over after trying to stand on his own for too long. After wrangling him back up you had declared you wouldn’t have no stinking man in your house any longer so a wash-up was in order whether he wanted your help or not. 

This was the last place he thought he’d be accepted into after all this time. Apparently, Marty and you had come to an agreement that this would be the best spot for him to regain his footing while healing up. It was the most familiar, albeit painfully so. 

He felt all seventeen years of pent-up shame and guilt catching up to him at once as you doted on him in silence. The softness of your touch and the warm scent of the perfume you still stayed loyal to after all this time brought him such an overwhelming sense of comfort that he didn’t know what to do with it. It had been so long...being this close.

 He didn’t deserve you. Not then and surely not now. 

He’d never felt so pitiful…so unworthy. You either didn’t notice his swirling internal storm of self-deprecation or you just didn’t care to acknowledge it. You never were one for pity. That’s how he knew he was here because you wanted him to be. Not because of any underlying favors you felt like you might’ve owed him just because you had once been together. 

When you had been notified of the fallout that took place after Errol Childress you hadn't thought your world could be rocked so violently at this point in your life. But it always seemed like, no matter the circumstances, Rust’s existence would have a formidable hold over you one way or another. Sitting there, weeks on end while waiting for him to just wake up had been nothing short of excruciating. He looked dead enough with the way Childress had clearly had taken no mercy. Weathered face sunken in, marred by the near-midnight shade of bruising that had him almost unrecognizable. That nasty stab wound…it was like the sick bastard had been trying to gut Rust clean. 

Thinking about it now had you fighting off the acrid taste of bile rising in your throat from sheer nerves. 

After finishing up and toweling off his frail form you guided him to the guest bed that had been made up for him days prior. Taking a brush to his long, damp hair after getting him dressed you worked your way through its knots as lightly as you could. Hands trembling with such reverent care that you hoped he didn’t clock. This current look of his was something you were still in the process of fully absorbing but you didn’t really find yourself opposing it. He was still as handsome as you remembered, just more tired and more…1993 Tombstone than you were used to. 

There weren't many a situation in this lifetime where you wouldn’t take Rust Cohle just as he was. 

Once you were done you laid him back in bed and brought the covers up to his chest, trying to make him as comfortable as possible in his current state. You remained on the edge of the mattress at his side for an extended bout of time, just taking him in. You’d almost lost him for good and you’d been trying to ignore how it would’ve made you feel had his existence wiped from the earth once and for all. 

It would've completely gutted you no doubt. A fact that could never be denied. Not with the way you’d never stopped truly loving him no matter how much time slipped by. Past transgressions or not.

A deft finger found its way to a greying strand of hair that found itself in his line of sight, softly brushing it back to take purchase behind his ear. The tenderness of the action had his throat growing impossibly tight, the battle of fighting off the burning sheen of his eyes was lost as his bottom lip started to tremble. There was so much to be said that resided within his broken gaze but you just tutted and went to curl up beside him, taking his head to your chest to let him take comfort in hearing the steady thumping of your heartbeat. 

“I-..I’m…s-sorry…” It came out so heartbreakingly choked. For leaving then. For how things turned out now. He wasn’t sure. You’d never witnessed him so fragile. 

“It’s long over with now…hell, I figure you’ve gone through enough lately to consider us even.” You huffed a dry laugh through your nose at the morbidly placed humor as your eyes took on their own stinging wetness. He didn’t have the strength to find it funny, choosing to clutch at you tighter as you graced him into your orbit. Feeling the soft stamp of your lips at his brow and another at his temple was enough to have him cave in completely. All you could do was hold him tight and make him feel a little less alone, 

“If no one else has said it, I’m grateful you were able to stick around.”

[ccalhoun]

Hey can I request Sebastian (sdv) x m!reader, maybe a oneshot about Sebastian asking reader on a date so he can give him a mermaids pendant

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sebastian (sdv) x m!reader oneshot

warnings: male reader, reader can be cis or trans, stoner!reader, stoner!seb, fluff, motorcycle riding

wc: 600+

note: i haven't written in awhile so my writing is kinda rough... just bear with me here

cut for length!

motorcycle ride, sebastian had a few favorite places to take you but your favorite was a quaint little field outside town, away from everything. it wasn't as much about the location as much as it was just being with him.

everytime you went there it just felt... calmer. laid out on the blanket sebastian had picked out with you because you didn't like his old one, just holding eachother and cuddling. it quickly became your favorite part of every month, sebastian even bought you a custom helmet so you didn't have to wear his old one.

you treasured every moment with him, especially your current one, laying on the couch watching some weird old romcom together. sebastian's head was on your chest, laying between your legs with a blanket lazily thrown over you two.

you run your hand through his hair that you'll never get used to the softness of and sebastian lifts his head slightly so he could look at you.

"hey baby, do you think we could on a ride?"

"right now? sebby it's almost dark out," you object, though it's hard to stand your ground when looking at his big dark green eyes, giving you a pout that could convince you to do anything. "fine, you big baby." you teased lightly before leaning up to kiss his forehead.

"sweet! you want to finish the movie or can we get headed out now?"

"now's good, this movies kinda boring, anyways." sebastian quickly gets up after you agree, smiling wide; awfully excited to go on a casual ride with him. you swear you saw him grab something in your room, but he denied anything, then you remembered you have the silliest stoner boyfriend ever and he's probably just trying to 'surprise' you with some joints, goofball <3

he drives his beloved motorcycle to in front of the house while you put on your helmet, and then you were off. you didn't often make such abrupt choices but, that just fed into the thrill of it! you held on tight and relaxed against his back, feeling the cold air nip at your skin, and then before you knew it you were at the field and sebastian was taking your helmet off for you, ever the pamperer.

you grabbed the electric lamp while sebastian got the blanket and you headed off to get a good spot to cuddle and look at the stars. thankfully, since you went there so many times, you both had somewhat of an idea on where to go.

you set the lamp on the blanket after sebastian carefully laid it out, curling up to eachother and warming up in silence for a few moments.

"i'm glad we did this," sebastian spoke softly, just loud enough for you to hear, "i have something to show you, it's,, really important. to me." he spoke a little louder

he was so dramatic, over a few joints? you started getting suspicious, what was so serious??

and then you saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a mermaid's pendant. even in low light it was beautiful, you could hardly believe your eyes!

when you finally came back to reality, you could feel tears in your eyes

"what do you say...? you wanna be my husband..?" sebastian squeaked out, while you stared with wide eyes.

"a- i mean- do you really- me?- you want to? with me?-" you stuttered, your mind going a million miles an hour; nothing made sense and you could hardly put a coherent response together.

sebastian smiled, chuckling lightly, "yes! only if you want to!" he rushed and smiled wider as he saw you quickly start nodding your head.

"yes! i mean, god yes! yes!" you exclaimed happily while basically tackling him to the ground as you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him as close as you could, basking in his warmth. he sat both of you back up and put the pendant around your neck.

"you're so handsome," he mumbled before kissing you, slow and loving. a simple declaration of love from your soon to be husband <3

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[stardustcatcher]

Pretty Boy

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors DNI), swearing, needy subby-ish josh, dry humping, praise, fluff, josh being a lil sad (bc that indeed needs a warning), biting? like once, a lot of pet names cause i'm a slut for that, uhh i don't think there's anything else but let me know if i missed anything.

AN: babby posts writing?!? it's a christmas miracle! this has been in my drafts for literally ever but i kinda revised it and decided why the fuck not. idk if i'm really happy with it but i wanted to get something posted and i'm deep in josh land so this is what happened. heavily inspired by the need i have for josh to be in my lap. it's not my best and it's short but i hope you all enjoy it anyway :)

this is also my first time writing in second person and it wasn't as hard as i thought so maybe all my fics will be like that from now on, but with my inconsistency, who knows  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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You were sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand reading your favorite book for the umpteenth time when you heard the front door slam. The jingling of keys were heard as they were set on the little hook by the door and you peeked over to where your beautiful lover stood, toeing off his shoes with a heavy sigh. Josh looked absolutely drained, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and shoulders tight with an unknown tension. Nevertheless, the sight of him made you smile. He’d been so busy recently, putting the finishing touches on the band’s newest album, and it felt like he hadn’t been home in ages. 

Josh trudged over to where you sat on the couch, his lips pursed in a slight pout as he bent down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, and then planted a chaste peck on your lips. “Hey, mama,” he said with a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes and it seemed forced. 

“Hi, baby. How was work?” you asked, handing him the glass of wine knowing that he could probably use it. He sighed with a roll of his eyes and took a gulp of the red in the glass. 

“Don’t wanna talk about work,” he shook his head, running a hand down his tired face. You nodded, knowing that wasn’t true. Josh always said he didn’t want to talk about what was bothering him, but in fifteen minutes or less, he’d be venting. 

“Okay, we don’t have to talk. But come sit with me, I miss you,” you shut your book, laying it on the coffee table before patting the space beside you. Josh flopped down on the cushion, sinking into the softness before you cuddled up to his side, head on his chest and arm thrown around his waist. His hand made its way into your hair, smoothing it over and pressing his fingers lightly into your scalp. His lips left a kiss on your temple as you listened to the song of his heartbeat, his body heat warming you up. 

“How was your day? Hope it was better than mine,” he whispered, lips on your forehead. 

“Boring without you,” you answered. “I put those shelves up in the bedroom, did the laundry, and cleaned up the kitchen. Just stuff that needed to get done,” you shrugged and felt his chest rumble with a small laugh. 

“What a pretty little homemaker you are,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you laughed along with him, shoving his side playfully. “I’m happy you're home.”

“I’m happy to be home,” he replied with a hum. “Today was just not my day. Sam was extra late today and cranky, we found out that one of the takes for a song we recorded was almost completely unusable, Jake was being an ass, I didn’t get to eat lunch, and just to top it all off, I got a fucking flat tire on the way home,” Josh ranted, face becoming redder with each inconvenience he recalled. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” you pouted at him, genuinely upset that he had such a bad day. Josh was the sweetest, kindest man you’d ever met. He deserved nothing but the most wonderful days. “I can’t do much but would a cuddle help?” you asked hopefully, pushing yourself away from him and opening your arms welcomingly. Josh smiled, the first real one you’d seen, his pearly white perfect teeth on display, looking just a little bit happier at the suggestion. 

“A cuddle always helps,” he grinned. You readjusted yourself in your seat, lifting the blanket up with one hand and patting your lap with the other. 

Josh got up before plopping himself down in your lap, straddling you with a leg on the side of each hip. His head burrowed into your neck as you laid the blanket back over the both of you. Your left hand moved to his curls, raking your fingers through them while your right hand slid under the back of his shirt, nails training up and down his spine. He wrapped himself around you like a koala, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and body wash, taking slow deep breaths and calming himself. 

With his incessant need for constant physical touch, you’d found out early in your relationship that this was the ideal position for Josh to get what he needed to ground himself and calm down. Everyone needed to be held sometimes, and he was no exception. His arm tenderly wrapped around your waist as he gave you a squeeze, his breath warm and soothing against your neck. “Is there anything else on your mind, lover?” you asked, leaning your cheek against his head as you continued to rub his back. 

“Just miss you, I guess,” he mumbled into your skin. “Feels like forever since we’ve been like this. Miss holding you, being held by you. Miss your kisses, touching you, loving on you. Just miss you.”

“I miss you too, Josh,” you sighed, feeling tears well in your eyes at the thought of him feeling so starved for attention and affection and love. “But we’re here now, and you’re off for the next few days, aren’t you?”

He nodded, hair tickling your face. “Yeah, wanna spend them just like this,” he hummed, completely and utterly content. 

After a few moments he lifted his head, moving to rest his forehead against yours. His lips gently pressed into yours  and he melted against you even more, your hands moving to hold his hips. Your lips melded together as he poured all his love into you with a kiss that said I love you, I miss you, I need you. 

Josh deepened the kiss as his mouth parted, a tiny high pitched whine escaping his throat. His hands moved from behind you to tug at the bottom of your shirt. “Want it off,” he muttered against your lips. You smiled before pulling back, tugging your shirt off carelessly and tossing it behind you as he did the same with his own. He groaned at the sight of your naked chest and you could feel him grow hard in his pants from where he sat in your lap. “You’re so beautiful, mama,” Josh whispered before reconnecting your lips, his tongue immediately tangling with yours in a sloppy kiss. You swallowed the wanton moans and sighs that left him, gulping them down greedily as his hips began to move against you on their own accord. “Fuck,” he shuddered when his hips caught a particularly good spot.

“Feel good, sweet boy?” you asked, caressing his cheek with your thumb. His face was flushed and his eyes were clazed over with lust and love and pleasure. “It’s been so long, you must be real pent up, huh?”

“Yeah,” his breath hitched and eyes clenched shut as he ground his covered c ock against your lower stomach. “I had plans, y’know. Soon as I got home, was gonna make you cum on my tongue, then my fingers. Then I was going to fuck you, slow and sweet, just like you deserve.”

“We can still do all that, baby,” you kissed his neck, sucking and biting in all the places you knew drove him crazy. “But you deserve this, and you look so fucking pretty like this, Joshua.”

He keened high in his throat, the noise needy as his hands grappled at your sides, squeezing the soft flesh. “Say that again, please?”

“You like being called pretty, baby?” you whispered into his ear as his head dropped to your shoulder, his hips grinding faster against you now. “You wanna be my pretty good boy?”

“Yes,” he groaned, biting lightly at the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Gonna be so good for you, promise.”

“You already are, baby,” you said, and he was. Josh was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen, all the time. When he was on stage performing for thousands, when he was concentrating with his tongue poking between his lips, when he was sitting as still as he possibly could while getting his rhinestones applied, but he was especially pretty like this when he was sat on your lap, grinding his hips back and forth feverishly chasing that high that was building in the pit of his stomach. You kissed his bare shoulder, loving the feeling of his naked chest pressed against yours, how his hips rutted into you without care, how his neck and chest and ears were all blushed pretty pink. Your hands held his hips firmly, helping guide his movements, to grind him down on you just a little bit harder. “You’re always so good for me, Josh. So good to me. No one has ever loved me like you do, cared for me like you do, fucked me like to do, made me cum like you do. My best boy, the sweetest boy in the world, and you’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

“All yours, all fucking yours,” he gasped and lifted his head and threw it back, an expression of pure bliss etched onto his god-like face. 

“God, I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Do you know how many people would kill to see you like this and I get it all the time, anytime I want,” you mouthed at his collar bones and moved one hand from his hip to cup the bulge in his pants. “You’re so hard, pretty boy. This must hurt. You wanna cum?”

“So bad,” he nodded, his back arching while he ground into the palm of your hand. You could almost feel him throb through his pants. 

“Go ahead, cum for me,” you leaned up to capture his lips once more. “Just like this. I wanna see it.”

“But my pants,” he whined but didn’t stop or slow his movements. 

“I don’t care, and I don’t think you do either. Now c’mon, make a mess, pretty boy.”

A broken moan clawed from the deep within his chest as his hips stuttered against you and a warm wet spot blossomed on the front of his pants, darkening the fabric. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cried before slowing the movement of his hips gradually, riding out his high. 

When it finally died down, he slumped forward and pressed a row of kisses across your shoulder, breaths coming out in heavy pants. “Feel better?” you asked, hand tangling in his hair once more. 

“So much,” he smiled with an airy, fucked out giggle. “Thank you, darling. I needed that so bad, you have no idea.”

“Anything for my pretty boy,” you ran a hand over his warm face before tapping his hip. “Now get up and I’ll run us a bath, then we can order-in dinner. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven.”

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pls pls tell me about your hcs for the first members of the crew fitting the elements of harmony, i very much wanna hear 👀👀👀

Thanks for asking I love u very much allow me to bring a chair so you can sit down and read all my rambling 🪑

some notes about this absolute madness:

I feel like they fit the element but also some traits of the mlp characters too so I will add that when it's necessary

When I talk about the mugiwara's dreams I assume they've already reached them bc the story is not finished yet like mlp and I KNOW THEY WILL ACHIEVE THEIR DREAMS anyways

Please don't have high expectations ahhh I don't wanna end up feeling like I thought something cool and it ended up being lame, I'm not used to writing or explaining stuff this way (and in english tho oof double brain work)

I'll put a everything under a read more bc it ended up being long and also uhh CW: spoilers for both series yeah

✦ Magic: First of all and obvious reason, main character lol.

Character who gathered the group in the first place

Royalty !!! King of the Pirates!!! Princess of Friendship!!! besides the fact that Luffy's dream is becoming the king and Twilight just had to do it etc etc

Very powerful mentor who's far away but encouraged them to start their journey and find their friends

They're not similar in personality at all I get it lmao

✦ Kindness: oof do I need to say anything

Sanji is kind, that's like one of the traits that made him one of my fav characters (more than his totally badass habilities).

and of course that's one of his most important traits

His mother sacrificed everything and celebrated everytime he showed his kindness, he was a sweet child, he's soft with children and helps anyone who's in need.

He's so full of emotion and can go from the softest to the meanest in a second if he needs to (flashbacks to fluttershy literally confronting a bigass dragon, making him cry and leave bc he was mean to her friends)

Also both characters are certified Friends of the Little Critters ™ and can't fly very well

Special mention to Pinkie Pie here, since she shares the "Third child who stands out like a sore thumb from his other siblings because she's weird to her family standards" backstory with Sanji

✦ Loyalty: That's like one of Zoro's main character traits right? He's in the air before Luffy says jump

Cool, they're just cool and probably the most liked characters + the ones who sell more merch for sure lol

Both have a childhood dream, becoming the best swordsman/wonderbolt, but that doesn't push them to leave their friends to achieve it alone + having friends actually helps them reach their goals

hot headed kids + dumbass sometimes

✦ Honesty: The group's voice of reason

Character that pretends to be okay but hell naw she's not ok (AJ harvesting sweet apple acres and almost dying / Nami Pretending to be Arlong's little trustworthy human so she can save her village) until their friends help them to be honest and ask for help

Also they have similar lifes cultivating apples/tangerines with their families and I thought that was cute hehe

✦ Generosity: SCREAMS Chopper my little chop chop I love u my sweet child

The way that Rarity shows her element is usually by giving away something important to her (her time, her talent with fashion, HER FRIGGIN' TAIL) so she can help other people (creatures?) feel better, and there's no signs of repentance after that, she does it with her heart (and sometimes to show that she can make things fabulous)

This brings me to Chopper looking for the mushroom to cure Dr. Hiriluk's illness and showing up at his door all hurt but he's like heyy I got the thing. I understand that's another kind of "sacrifice" The way he showed his thankfulness to his mentor by risking his life looking for the mushroom and trying to prove that he's a good doctor too (even tho uhh we know how that ended)

This was a little bit more difficult to connect with his element and that's why I was in between choosing kindness and generosity for him, but

kindness had to be sanji's element for suree

Dr Kureha specifically told him that "kindness wasn't enough to save lives" and I won't contradict her she scares me so much

AND I feel like Chopper's generosity it's shown all along the show just by treating all those injured pirates over and over again for free lmao

My overall feeling when giving him the element was "He's a little doctor, of course he's generous, doctors are generous enough to learn how to save lives! so we don't like.. die! next question"

✦ Laughter:

This one was pretty simple too, I love Usopp bc he makes me laugh a lot, he's such a comedic relief for the story and also: my best friend in the whole wide world, yes *gives him a lil kiss*

Of course he's not just a comedic relief, he tries to make things easier trying to solve conflicts (sometimes) or joining the sillyness (most of times)

Also they like to tell stories! I feel like that's a cute trait that makes both characters more interesting, even when someone's stories are lies *eyes emoji* I like storyteller characters a lot !!

they're good with kids + tell them stories too !!

also the whole.. alter ego thing, yeah

AND THE PUFFY HAIR ♥

AIGHT

Hope you enjoyed my TED talk, thaks for giving me the strenght to be a little unhinged, I don't talk too much here but this whole mlp au has people coming and encouraging me to talk/write and I have a problem, once I start talking about something I like I can't shut up

And I like MLP since I was 12 years old, i started drawing because of it and I'm currently rewatching the whole series with my bf so if I see anything else I'll come back and add stuff for sure ♥