#its just scary. it is very strange to be scared of yourself and know that. there are few things you can do to ease it.

[autism-corner]

erm

[sukunasweetheart]

kimi ni todoke inspired, but with a twist?? except sukuna is suuuuper into your whole scary/creepy vibes (strange fetish) this is more just rambling, not a proper fic sorry, its a little smutty, scratching and knifeplay involved (he's quite submissive), sukuna's a whole FRREAK

sukuna in college au, where he has a strange infatuation with the horror genre-- has a deep appreciation for scary films, and is a huge nerd in this area, and many of his favourite celebrities are actors and actresses that starred in one of his favourite films. his brother yuuji is also a huge cinema nerd but he's not as obsessed with horror as sukuna is. and frankly, yuuji thinks he's a slight weirdo for being able to analyse them in a very detailed manner, whether it's the jumpscares or how realistic a gore scene looks.

and now this horror nerd discovers someone very noteworthy in his area. there's this semi-famous haunted house that operates year-round nearby his university, which he decides to visit alone, out of boredom.

...the atmosphere is alright. the decoration could use some work. the bloody sheets don't look convincing enough. it's too pink and tacky. the "ghosts" give an effort to try and scare him, but he gives them a deadpan look.

"can you try any harder?" sukuna keeps walking.

next, a man dressed like a typical serial killer walks in holding a real chainsaw. oh, boy. the "killer" walks up real close to him, to his annoyance. he takes the chance to inspect the mask on his face. he flicks it lightly with a finger.

"shit's made out of plastic. do better."

the man revs up his chainsaw.

"ha - that's the spirit." he continues walking.

there's suddenly eerie silence, now that he's almost at the exit of the haunted house. what, did they run out of ideas?

he thinks he catches a glimpse of someone in the corner of his eye. sukuna stops and turns back, but there's no one in sight. that gets the hairs on the back of his neck rising, ever so slightly. he likes that.

he feigns ignorance and keeps heading to the exit, wanting something to jump out at him. he hears little footsteps behind him, this time. he whips around again, but there's nobody.

"you're edging me, are you?" he says sarcastically with a chuckle.

you're hiding in a little pocket area out of view, when you hear the man mention something about edging. great. another fucking weirdo. sometimes, you feel like you should just get a new job.

the third time, you actually reveal yourself and stand still in view when he turns around. the weirdo just stands there and grins at you. the fuck??

oh, sukuna loves this one. you look terrifying. like you came directly from a horror film set. you give him the creeps.

"look at you... a diamond in the rough."

the fuck is this man talking about? you want to tell him to just leave already. but he just continues observing you silently, like someone analysing an artifact. you move stiffly towards him, even while knowing that it probably wouldn't be enough to scare him off.

"your makeup looks too real... do you do that yourself?"

you glare at him. it's part of the script anyway. sukuna chuckles, because something tells him that the disdain in your eyes are real.

"i know, i know. i'll get going. any chance i could get your number before i go?" he asks boldly, hands in his pockets. it's a half-hearted attempt, but he felt the need to really try at least once.

he must be joking. what kind of perverted man sees a woman looking like this and asks for her number? well, he probably isn't being serious anyway. silence permeates the area as you backtrack away from him, deciding you've done enough for your pay's worth.

"running away? a shame..."

you feel odd. many men have seen you and ended up running out screaming. none has ever tried flirting with you while you were in this getup. what a weirdo.

sukuna walks out feeling better than expected. that last section really saved it. not a totally worthless experience. maybe he'll swing by again, just to see you.

except, he doesn't really need to. because the next day you bump into him at uni - and he recognises you instantly, like the freak he is. you try to brush him off casually, but he can't be shaken off so easily. and then sukuna pestering you wherever you hid around on campus became part of your schedule.

"what's your deal? why do you keep following me around?" you eye him suspiciously, when he sits down next to you on the bench, unprompted.

"well, i'm interested in you, for one," he says casually, shrugging.

"listen... if this is because you have some weird horror fetish, then i'm not interested..." you tell him truthfully, shuffling yourself away.

sukuna laughs out loudly in response, which makes you jump.

"i won't deny having unusual tastes, but my interest isn't that shallow. if it were the case, i could probably seduce any other girl and dress her up instead of chasing after you."

well, you guess he's correct about that. you've received a couple of stink eyes from a number of girls after being seen with sukuna so often.

he's an annoying guy - when you ask other peers about him, they tell you he's stoic, mean, and rude as fuck. well, you understand the last two a little bit, but stoic? every time he sees you, he seems like the opposite. he's rather loud and overbearing.

"i'm telling you - you have a talent. why not make use of it?"

he's referring to your future acting career, apparently.

"and i'm telling you - stop with the nonsense! i can't be fooling around with a silly idea like becoming an actor. seriously."

you only started working at the haunted house for some cash. you're not even that into the genre itself. what's with this guy?

"why would it be fooling around? at least give it a try before dismissing it."

this back and forth continues, for quite a while. he even forces you to watch his favourite horror films, "for future reference".

and then he proposes a deal to you. that you try and audition for a small role as a ghost in a film. he guarantees you'll get picked, even though you doubt it. and if you don't he promises he'll never bring the idea up to you again. you decide to go with it, just to shut him up.

but guess what? you're selected for the role.

sukuna shrugs at you with a smug smile on his face.

"see? i'm always right."

he pisses you off.

and he somehow pushes his way into becoming your personal "trainer". sukuna revises your script with you, and gives you feedback on your acting. he sits you down and watches classic horror flicks with you, analysing every scene down to every frame. many things happen the more you spend time with him..... you find yourself getting more and more attracted to this weirdo. this horror nerd.

"are you paying attention? this part is important."

the film gets paused, and you very swiftly, dart your eyes away from admiring his jawline.

"i'm trying... i just can't concentrate. i'm hungry," you lie fervently.

"hungry for what? me?" sukuna grabs your face and makes you turn your head towards him.

"...no? whatever gave you that idea?" you ask, heart hammering in your chest.

"how is it that an aspiring actor can't even lie properly? maybe we need to go back and revise some of your acting lessons."

you know that he's studying to become a film director, and honestly you feel sorry for the future actors that'll be working with him.

"whatever. let go of my face, you ass." you swat his hand away.

sukuna chuckles deeply at you, eyes softening.

"you're lucky that you're cute. how about i give you a kiss? will you concentrate better then?"

"yeah... wait, what-?"

too late though, he's already on your lips. and damn, he's a good kisser. anyways, that embarks the start of your relationship with him. shortly after, the filming process for the short film begins, and it becomes a decent success. you're a little ecstatic. maybe more than a little. you get the feeling that a whole new life is awaiting you.

and your boyfriend is so endlessly cocky about it. "all thanks to me," he says, which is technically correct, but you don't want to openly admit it in front of him sometimes.

and...

occasionally...you do dress up scarily before sex as well. at first, you were quite reluctant and awkward with roleplaying in bed, but after you got used to it, you found that it's hot as hell to see sukuna beneath you, squirming as you press a knife close to his throat, grinding your clothed cunt against his boner, dressed as a terrifying ghoul.

a safe word was established beforehand, of course, just in case either of you suddenly feel like backing out.

you want to keep yourself immersed into the role as much as possible, but it's difficult when sukuna's cock is so big, hitting all the right spots. this time, you're choking him with one hand as you ride him like he's a toy.

sukuna's hands are guiding your hips, fingertips digging into your flesh, his dick aching from the soft pressure you apply to his throat. you look so utterly scary, it turns him on. he'd let you kill him, if you wanted. he fucks into your cervix, looking up into your eyes with a blush on his face, groaning openly at the insane look in your eyes.

choke me harder. scratch me. bite me. he provokes you through his gaze.

you do grip his throat harder. and then you dig your fingernails into his chest, and scrape them down slowly, leaving a trail of red marks down him. sukuna shudders under you and curses under his breath.

"just like that... fuck, baby," he moans, cock throbbing inside of you. your walls squeeze him so good.

he cums the hardest he's ever cum in his life that night - thighs trembling and sweat rolling down his temples, and it doesn't help that you lean down to sink your teeth into the side of his neck while he orgasms.

aftercare consists of him cleaning you up and helping you de-costume. when he's wiping all that dark makeup off your face, he tells you that you're pretty with his soft voice, flustering you.

and of course, vanilla sex also occurs regularly, to get away from that freaky stuff sometimes, with the gentle kisses and tender hand holding, in a missionary position, exchanging sweet, sweet gazes with each other. giving you the princess treatment you deserve for being so good to him.

in the future, you run around and play bigger roles until one of your films become a huge hit, and sukuna finishes his degree to become a famous film director... no surprises there! the best horror actress + the best horror film director goes hard... the two of you are already married at this point.

when the both of you finally get together to make the ultimate film, the internet explodes... sukuna is surprisingly bad at being professional. he's seen often taking care of you rather affectionately around the filming area, personally making sure your makeup is done perfectly, and bringing you food and water as if he's bragging to everyone else about his marriage. and it shows in the way he sugar coats his critique for you, when he has never done that for any other actor/actress he's worked with previously.

if there are some snooty coworkers that try to speak with him about the gap in treatment, he would simply scoff at them and say 'and? she's my damn wife.'

when he's working with you, it's all like:

"cut! honey, that was great, but i think this part can be done a bit better."

but when it comes to other actors:

"cut! what the fuck was that? sounded like you were reading off the damn script. get your shit together."

he's notorious for being relentless, but nobody has anything to say because all of his films climbed to the top of the industry. everyone is dying to score a line or two in his films.

and i'd like to think that sukuna himself dabbles into acting a little as well. there's probably one film where he stars as the killer, and it becomes a classic :) but the one featuring you and him probably becomes both of your biggest hits ✨

oh, and on days where you two finish filming together, he takes you home with his own car, but before that, some freaky car sex probably occurs around some corner with his windows tinted... (he's been hot and bothered the whole time filming, watching you act)

the end <3

Masterlist

[midnight-bay-if]

👻🎃 It's spooky season! 🎃👻

ROs reactions to an MC who gets very scared/anxious watching scary movies? Like to the point of hiding their faces in the ROs necks or insisting they can't sleep by themselves after?

(Sorry this took so long! But it’s still spooky season so I’m not too late, haha.)

S: They find it incredibly endearing. They have watched you, time and time again, put yourself in harm’s way with real-life dangers. And yet, fictional horror stories (often with questionable acting) are what gets your blood really pumping. “You do realise we could turn this off, right, darling?” They muse, with a smile. “I certainly have no qualms about turning it off.” If you insist you enjoy horror movies despite them scaring you, S sighs but leans back and throws an arm around you, pulling you tight into their chest.

“Well then, I’m right here, love.”

Rain: Rain also gets frightened at horror movies. You’ll both be huddled under blankets as you peek over them to watch the movie and when the tension reaches its crescendo, you’ll dive underneath, pulling the blankets entirely over your head. Rain will try to act braver for your benefit. “I-It’s okay, MC. We’re fine. It’s not real.” But the whole time, their voice is wavering and their hands shaking.

Taj: Taj is amused. They don’t even watch the movie, are too busy watching every twitch and every flinch, and are just waiting for the next jumpscare to get you. Taj will let you do whatever you want to them to make you feel better, just as long as they can chuckle or smirk in return. Dig your nails into their skin when you jump? Sure. Punch them in the arm as a reflex whenever the jumpscares make you jump? Okay, but Taj is going to laugh. Then, when it’s over, Taj will pull you in tight as you lay together on the couch.

“None of that was real, Koel,” they whisper sincerely. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

N: They do not know what to make of this particular anxiety of yours. You are deathly afraid of horror films yet willingly choose to put one on? And why? Why are you afraid of something unreal when sitting beside a Demon prince of Hael? There are literal horrors in your life. They puzzle over this every time you flinch at something happening onscreen. They put it down to the strangeness of humans, and they won’t deny it feels nice when you tuck your face into the crook of their neck to hide away.

“Come here, my dear. This big, bad demon will keep the monsters at bay.”

Umbra: They don’t understand why you put yourself through such a thing. They hate seeing you distressed, but it feels nice when you tuck yourself in closer to them, gripping his shirt, or taking their hand when you feel anxious. It’s a reminder you feel safe with them. They never believed it would happen, but the proof is right here. Whenever the horror onscreen makes you jump, yelp, or shake… Umbra’s hand begins to itch. They have to consciously remind themselves it isn’t real. There is no real threat to you. They are grateful when the movie ends.

“Shall I get some ice-cream? You always say ice-cream helps everything.”

[stinmybubs]

“AudioFic.” 100 Followers Special! SLIGHT NSFW

AN: HIII, I am so sorry for not posting ive been very busy getting ready for graduation! Xoxo! I am making more things for my 100 follower specials! Just check the link bellow to see what I will write my lovelies!

100 Follower special Post!

B. Katsuki x AFAB! Reader

“High School Sweethearts.” - By Melanie Martinez

"Can we just be honest? These are the requirements. If you think you can be my one and only true love."

Everyone called you picky. You were picky with food, friends, and men. Its not like you were picky, you were just cautious always taking precautions so you wouldn't get hurt by anyone you surround yourself with.

"You must promise you love me."

When Bakugou Katsuki confessed to you it was a shock, you always hid around Bakugou, clinging to him because of your constant anxiety with interacting to others. You didn't know why but he always let you cling to him, maybe he liked to protect you because you seemed so weak.

And when he confessed you didn't know how to feel, scared or happy? But what Katsuki did that day made your heart flutter, he simply kissed you and offered you to sleep in his dorm that night.

"And if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart."

You had serious jealousy problems, anytime another girl interacted with him you felt the most overwhelming feeling of jealousy which made you feel sick. But you warned you new boy friend.

"I'll ruin you if you fuck me over Katsuki."

"Step one, you must accept that I'm a little out my mind."

The little threat you gave Katsuki caught him off guard, he didn't know a little meek thing like you would ever threaten to even hurt a fly. That is till he started dating you.

An example will be how a girl from a general studies class was fawning over him at lunch, you were getting yourself food when you saw the horrendous scene in front of you, the sickening feeling of jealousy and your blood boiling making your hands shake.

"Katsu!" you call out to him, a large smile planted on your face. Katsuki turned away from the girl to walk over to you.

"If you ever let a girl fawn over you like that. I'm afraid i wont be able to become a hero anymore. Especially for murder!" You cheer, giving your boyfriend a nice pat on the shoulder.

He found this side of you quiet attractive.

"Step two, this is a waste if you cant walk me down the finish line."

"Do you wanna get married one day Katsu?" You were currently laying on his bed while he was at his desk doing some homework.

"Eh? Where did this come from?" He turned to you questioningly.

"Well...I think that what's the point of a relationship if you aren't in it to marry? So tell me now so this isn't a waste..." He heard your voice drop as you tuck your face into your arms, trying your best not to cry already.

"Of course I wanna marry you ya' baby." He stood up from his seat, sitting down next to you causing the springs of the bed to bounce a bit. It was quiet for a bit while he played with your hair.

"Thank you Katsu.."

"Step three, Give me passion, don't make fun of my fashion."

"Katsu! How do I look hm? Good?" You had forced Katsuki to follow you to the mall to do some clothing shopping, he sat on the dressing room bench with his arms crossed and a very scary scowl on his face.

"You look fine."

"Thats all? I look fine? C'mon i know you got better style than that be honest!"

"Fine, but don't say I didn't try to be nice."

With that you two had a fun clothing date, the two of you trying to style each other in different ways, katsuki getting mad at you when you picked out something stupid for him or for yourself.

"I want my girl to look the best out there! Give me that you're wearing something else." He snatches the piece of clothing out of your hands causing you to laugh. Watching him try to help you, make sure you shine out the other girls made you strangely happy.

"Step four. Give me more, Give me more."

You love the way Katsuki held you, always keeping his hand on your waist or around it, the feeling of his big rough hands touching you made the heat in-between your legs intense to where you were whimpering and begging Katsuki to fuck you.

Katsuki would always tease you in different ways, making sure by the time you both made it back to the dorms you were a wet mess begging for him while you were underneath him on his bed.

"If you cant handle a heart like mine, Don't waste your time with me. If you're not down to bleed, no, oh."

Katsuki can be mean. Really mean, even to you his own girlfriend. Its not a surprise to anyone that he has anger issues especially after a rough day at school Katsuki doesn't want anyone to bother him so he just goes straight up to his room to shut the world out.

"Katsu? Can I come in...?" You carefully knock on the door, really wanting to see if he was okay. But you got no answer.

You knock again, surely you're the only person he wont shut out! The only person he wont snap at! Right?

At some point you give up knocking, but that last knock you did made Katsuki open the door so quickly it made you jump back.

"What the hell do you want? Go back to your fucking room I don't wanna hear your voice right now." The look on his face made your heart drop, the feeling of all your words getting caught in your throat.

"Oh....I-...I'm sorry." Tears begin filling up your eyes, Fuck don't cry. You couldn't help but cry, you were really sensitive and that's something you hated about yourself.

You were a cry baby.

"Fuck-...Y/n Cmere, I'm sorry." He quickly pulls you into his arms, making sure to close the door behind you. Letting you cry into his shirt. "I'm sorry for crying so much...I-...I know you m-might need some time alone!" You say through choked sobbing.

"Cmere...Don't worry about that anymore, Jst' stop yer cryin and lets sleep together okay?" You simply nodded at him, trying your best to stop your tears.

"If you cant handle the choking, the biting, the loving, the smothering 'til you can't handle it. no more."

You loved being clingy, and Katsuki loved being clingy as well, or course he will get embarrassed if you two are caught kissing in anyway but he doesn't mind you clinging onto him. He will always hold you in anyway he can, he does not care what others think because you are his girl!

Cut off

AN: Sorry for the cut off of the song! It has so many lyrics and I'm trying to get Dragon King! B. Katsuki x Reader done! Xoxo Stimnybubs.

[deakyjoe]

Stormy Skies

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns used I think)

Category: friends to lovers

Summary: Din breaks you out of an Imperial prison (loosely based on chapter 15).

Warnings: angst, fluff, touched-starved Din, helmet is off, prison, nasty guards, restraints, bad men, talks of death, separation, loose implication of what bad men can do, pet names (cyar’ika), canon-divergence (I guess??), when I say loosely based I mean very loosely based

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: Sad, brown-eyed, pathetic love of my life. (He's not pathetic but I’ll make him pathetic.) Din is slightly out of character but only because he's head over heels in love and feeling all soft and squishy inside about it. He's also a little insecure. Poor guy. It's purposefully ambiguous about how long reader has been imprisoned, so guess however long you'd like.

Consider buying me a coffee :)

It took three weeks, four days, sixteen hours and twenty two minutes before you realised that the inside of this Imperial prison would be the only thing you saw for the foreseeable future. The three walls and one row of bars now being your home. After that you resigned yourself to the idea that you'd be there forever so you stopped counting the days, the weeks, the... months? You didn't know how long you'd been there and you didn't want to know how long either.

All you knew is that you wanted to leave. Not because you were scared of death or scared of never seeing the outside world again. But because you missed two very important people in your life. The big, scary Mandalorian who had hired you just under a year ago as his mechanic and his strange green son who had weird superpowers who you sometimes babysat. The both of them meant the world to you and the idea of never seeing them again hurt you. You feared for the child's life as he had also been taken at the same time as you but had been imprisoned elsewhere, probably to be experimented on. And you feared for the state of your Mandalorian who would be lost without his kid.

"Food."

The announcement made your stomach lurch as it knocked you out of your thoughts. A small plate, with a pile of something in the middle, was pushed into your cell - probably the most unappealing thing in the galaxy but your only source of nutrition. Your mind strayed to nicer things as you desperately tried to ignore the revolting taste.

You thought of days spent in the Razor Crest, your Mandalorian's ship, as the three of you travelled from planet to planet in order for bounties to be collected. The memories of attempting to teach the child to speak some words in Basic but only getting baby babbling in response, it didn't matter as his eyes always shone as if he knew what you were saying to him.

You ached for your clan of three to be reunited, but realistically you knew that was unlikely. If anything, you just wanted Grogu to be safe. Back with Din and safe. And there was no place safer for him than under the care of Din Djarin.

A guard walking into your cell had you scrambling back against the wall as he took your plate from you and laughed, slightly muffled by his helmet. He kicked at the chain bound around your feet and walked out again, locking the bars behind him.

He was your least favourite of everyone who served in your section of the prison. He didn't seem to like you very much, and wasn't afraid to show it. You feared that one day he'd use the power he had over you to do something awful. So, for now, you tried to play as nice as possible with him.

The sound of low chattering caught your attention, the unmistakable noise of Stormtrooper armour bashing against itself making its way down the corridor. Plastic against plastic made an unbearable racket. You looked up to peek through the bars of your cell and crawled towards the sound, hoping that they weren't coming for you. If you could guess from the sound of them alone, you'd say there were about three or four of them. Definitely more than two and probably less than five.

Your assumption was proven correct when three Troopers turned the corner at the end of the hallway. One was clearly in charge, leading the other two. You thought his name was... you didn't know actually. And you didn't care either. But he was their superior. But the other two... They were low ranking officers, obvious by their uniform and the way they looked around as if they'd never seen the inside of a prison before. Maybe it was their first day on the job? Boy, were they in for a surprise.

The bald one seemed vaguely familiar, although he looked like pretty much any other guy in the galaxy so you didn't dwell on it too much. The other one, however, held no resemblance to anyone you'd ever seen before. He had sad eyes.  That was the first thing you noticed about him. Sad, brown eyes. Along with a strong nose that matched his face. Golden skin. And messy hair along with unkempt facial hair. Very un-Trooperish. You wondered how he managed to get away with it. He was rather beautiful to look at. You pushed the thought away with a reminder of what he was - Empire.

As they got closer, you began to overhear their conversation. They were talking about some battle that had been fought a while ago, lots of soldiers lost. Baldy appeared mildly upset as he disclosed that some of his friends had died. Brown eyes wasn't listening and clearly searching for something. And he seemed to find it when his eyes landed on you.

He paused for the smallest fraction of a second before he carried on walking with the other two. He stared at you but you didn't back down, staring right back through the cell bars. You wouldn't let a Trooper intimidate you, especially not a new one. A sense of achievement hit you when he finally looked away, swallowing thickly and averting his gaze as far away from you as possible. He nudged the bald guy next to him with his elbow and tilted his head in your direction.

What the fuck did these guys want with you? You shivered at the thought, a million horrifying ideas running through your brain. You relaxed slightly when they disappeared around the next corner.

The rest of the day passed slowly, as they all did, and soon enough the lights were going out and all prisoners were warned to stay silent for the next few hours. You shifted to get your body in the most comfortable position possible, pretty difficult when you had chains restraining your limbs, and laid down, resting your head in the crook of your elbow.

You drifted off easily, the low drone of the power running through the walls and the floor lulling you to sleep. With nothing to do all day, zero access to natural light and limited portions of food you were tired all of the time. And the little energy you had was reserved for keeping your defences up when guards entered your cell on rare occasions.

Your dreams were full of Din and Grogu, as usual, and you often wondered during your conscious moments whether your brain was reminding you of happy moments to keep you sane or telling you what you'd had and what you'd lost as a way of punishing you.

What you didn't expect was to be awoken a short time later by your cell door being unlocked, the clanging of the metal shocking you out of your dreams. You sat up instantly, freezing when two looming figures walked in, whispering to each other in hushed tones.

The two Troopers from earlier.

You felt sick.

They were both wearing their helmets now and their heads snapped towards you when your chain scraped across the floor painfully. The broader one, who seemed to be leading the team of two, stalked towards you slowly.

"No, no, no, no!" You kicked at him as he went for your ankles trying, and failing, to fight him off. The breath spilling from your lungs was panicked as you failed to notice the other guy groaning and sticking his arms out to tell you to be quiet.

Your name came through the Trooper helmet in a familiar, reassuring voice. It was Din. Your Mandalorian. You'd never felt such a sense of relief race through your body as you relaxed underneath his touch.

"Mando?" You avoided using his real name around other people, as you'd agreed when he first told you. It was a small price for such a wonderful gift. His name. "You're here. You came for me?"

"Yes." He fumbled with your restraints, managing to get the ones off your ankles and moving to the ones on your wrists.

You looked at the other guy who had slipped his helmet off at some point. The bald guy. "Hang on. I saw you earlier. You walked through here with that guy in charge and-" Your eyes snapped back to Din. "That was you."

He was looking at you through the helmet, you could tell. "Come on, we don't have much time."

"B-but... you... your face." Your voice was weak, mind scrambling back to the memory of him. Brown eyes. Sad eyes. Messy hair. Unkempt facial hair. Strong nose. Golden skin. Beautiful.

He faltered. "I know. I did what had to be done."

"You broke your creed." You were almost crying. "To save me."

Hesitation. "Yes, of course. Come on."

The shackles finally fell from your wrists and you launched yourself at him, embracing him even if you were in a life or death situation.

"Thank you."

He seemed uncertain at the gesture as his arms slowly wrapped around your waist. "You don't have to thank me."

You pulled away quickly, not wanting to push it and make him uncomfortable. "Yes, I do." Looking back at the bald guy as you stood up, you squinted at him. "You're familiar."

"Mayfeld." He had a smirk on his face as he watched the interaction between you and Din, sticking out his hand in greeting but you ignored it. "You're welcome for this, by the way. I'm the main reason we're here right now saving you."

His name reminded you of who he was, a scowl settling over your face. "I appreciate it. But we're not out yet. They have people guarding everywhere. And I mean everywhere."

"It won't be a problem." Din's voice was low as he straightened up.

"How do you know so much about this place, hm?" Mayfeld asked you, stepping slightly closer.

"I may have attempted an escape... once or twice." You shrugged and kicked your restraints away from your feet. "That's why I was chained to the wall."

The two men were silent as they stared at you, Mayfeld looking surprised and Din's gaze burning into you despite being obscured by the helmet.

"I know their rotation schedules, how long of a gap there is between shift changes and which Troopers like me best so will leave the handcuffs a little looser." You looked between the two of them. "What? I had time to plan."

"And what have we got now?" Din questioned, glancing back at the open bars. "Anything scheduled to happen?"

You thought it over for a moment, glancing at the clock just outside of your cell. "Shift change in about six minutes. There will be a thirty-three second gap where the doors are unmanned."

"We can work with that." The Mandalorian replied, producing a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket.

A sick feeling settled in your stomach at the sight of them. "Ah, so I'm fake prisoner. Right?"

"In case we come across anyone." Mayfeld explained, a smug grin on his face. "Need to make it believable that we're moving you to a new cell."

With a nod, you looked back up to Din. "Be gentle, okay?"

"Of course, cyar'ika."

You sighed, storing away the nickname to ask about it later. "Where's Grogu?"

His fists clenched by his sides, the leather of his gloves squeaking. "They still have him."

Bile rose in your throat. "What?"

Why was he here if the child was still missing?

"Maker, why are you here?" You asked him, pushing at his shoulder. "You need to save him!"

"I'm here to save you." He was already bored with you again, you could tell by the lack of emotion in his voice. Maybe he was regretting saving you.

"I could have waited! Grogu's a baby!" You cried, worry settling in your stomach at the thought of your poor, poor Grogu possibly being tortured and experimented on whilst you were swooning over Din rescuing you.

"They had information on the kid's location here as well." The Mandalorian offered.

That made more sense. "Ah, so it wasn't just to save me."

"I would've come for you even if they had nothing on him." He sounded annoyed now, frustrated at your questioning.

"Grogu's priority." You turned to Mayfeld. "Why did you let him come here when the child is still missing?"

His hands raised in surrender. "Hey! Don't turn this on me!"

"Be more grateful." Din stated as he walked towards you and turned you around, pulling your hands behind your back to secure them in place with the cuffs. "I could have left you here forever."

You didn't want to admit out loud that what he had just suggested was your worst fear and something you truly believed until he'd showed up. A part of you thought you'd be there for the rest of your life. But you couldn't tell him that. So you offered a weak joke.

"You know what they say... third time's the charm. I'm sure my next attempt at an escape would have worked." The cuffs clicked into place and you tried not to focus on the feeling of being restrained again. You'd spent too long like this, and here you were about to escape and you were back in the same position. It was almost funny.

Din could sense your unease and placed a gloved hand on the small of your back in reassurance.

"Let's go." Mayfeld chimed and marched out of the cell in front of the two of you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and followed behind, Din's hands locked around yours to make sure the restraints didn't pull too harshly. Weaving in and out of corridors was dangerous, especially with the guards constantly patrolling. Unfortunately, it didn't take long before you bumped into a couple of them.

"Halt!" They shouted, raising their weapons to the three of you. "What are you doing with prisoner five six one?"

There was probably too long of a pause between the question and the answer that was finally given, setting off the initial seed of suspicion.

Mayfeld stepped in with his sly smile. "We were instructed to move the prisoner to a new cell."

The two guards bowed their heads together, mumbling a quick debate. Your hands twitched with nerves behind your back and you felt the Mandalorian trace a thumb over them in comfort. It somewhat worked.

"We'll need you to come with us to confirm." One of them said, straightening up and re-aiming his blaster right at you.

"I'm sorry, cyar'ika." Din grumbled with a sigh behind you before there was a slight squeeze on the side of your neck and you were out.

When you awoke you were surrounded by the sounds of a humming engine and the whirring of the inside of a ship. You jolted up and almost hit your head on the top of the bunk you'd been placed in.

Wait. A bunk?

You looked around you rapidly to suddenly realise that you weren’t just in any bed. You were in Din’s bed. On the Razor Crest.

You jumped out of it and stumbled once you landed on your feet, leaning on the wall for support.

“Woah, woah! Slow down, take it easy.” A modulated voice appeared behind you as strong arms wrapped around your torso to keep you steady.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” You slurred, still slightly groggy from being unconscious. “How long was I out?”

“A few hours.” Din replied, letting you turn to look at him. He was back in his Beskar armour, looking as shiny as ever. The sight of him made you smile.

“You knocked me out!” You cried but there wasn’t an ounce of real anguish in your voice. In fact, it was rather playful.

He didn’t seem to pick up on that. “It was necessary.”

You waved your hand at him, showing you weren’t really bothered by that. So you approached the subject you were really affected by. “You saved me.”

“Yes.” His voice was a gentle rasp as he spoke the singular word. He was never much of a talker. But you hung on to every word.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“You removed your helmet to save me.” You frowned at him, like you were annoyed at him for breaking his creed.

Another rasp. “Yes.”

“But-“

“But what?”

You laughed like it was obvious. "I don't understand why. I'm just me."

"And it's just a creed."

Your head reared back. "Just a creed?"

"Just you?" He answered back, imitating your tone and inflection.

"That's- Din, it's your life. Being a Mandalorian is everything to you.” You cried, hands waving in emphasis. “Why would you risk that? For me?"

His head tilted to the side in his usual expression of emotion. Or lack of. "This is the Way."

"No.” You snapped. “The Way is not showing your face under any circumstances. And you- you showed your face!"

"To save you."

"Yes!"

The helmet tilted even further. "What part do you not understand?"

"I'm not worth it." You said, hands wringing together in front of you. And you truly believed what you were saying.

"What?"

"Why would you do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you."

Your mouth snapped shut, the protest you had prepared dying in your throat.

"You and the kid. I'd tear apart this galaxy for the both of you. You're... you're part of my clan."

A part of you wished he'd left you in that prison. If he'd done that then your head wouldn't be spinning and you wouldn't be overwhelmed with emotions at what he was throwing at you in that moment. His clan. You were a member of his clan.

"Din..."

His name was soft from your lips and he sighed slowly at the sound.

"The only way to explain is-" He cut himself off and inhaled, taking a step closer to you. Placing his hand under your chin, he tilted your head up to face him and lowered his helmet so your foreheads rested together. The cold of his armour sent shivers down your spine. Although it might have also been caused by the action of what he was doing, what he was saying.

Din had explained this to you before when you'd asked about affection between the people of Mandalore. It was a way for Mandalorians to kiss without having to show their faces. It was... intimate, to say the least.

Your eyes fluttered shut when the reality of what he was telling you dawned. "Din..."

Another soft whisper of his name had him sighing again.

Unfortunately, he took it the wrong way and pulled back. "You don't have to- The kid and you are important to me. That's... that's what you need to know. About why- why I did this."

You shook your head and smiled at him, hooking your hand around the back of his neck and tugging him down towards you again so your foreheads touched. "And I was willing to die in that prison to keep you and the child safe."

"They... they were planning to kill you?"

"I kept refusing to teach them how to get the kid to use his wizard baby powers. And I wouldn't tell them where you were either. Or how to contact you."

"What did they need me for?"

"See you as a threat. Or to use me as bait. I'm not sure which. Maybe both."

"It would've worked. You as bait. If I didn't already know where you were, of course."

"Of course." You grinned at him and hoped he was smiling back. You tended to guess what his facial expressions were, normally hoping that he was returning whatever you gave him but usually settling on the fact that he was probably bored and his face would show it. "I missed you."

"I missed you too, cyar'ika."

Your stomach flipped at the Mando'a. "What does that mean?"

"It's Mando'a."

"I guessed that. I'm asking for a translation." You rolled your eyes, finally pulling back from the Mandalorian kiss to look at him properly again. "I hope it's something nice."

You could tell he was smiling when he said his next words. They were hesitant, but tender. "It means darling or sweetheart. A term of endearment."

"Oh... that's- that is nice." Mentally berating yourself, you bit on your lower lip to hold back an excited giggle. Nice? There were so many words that were better than nice. "I don't have anything like that where I'm from. If I did I'd-"

He cut you off with a hand cupping your cheek. "I know, cyar'ika. I know."

There was a moment of silence as the two of you just looked at each other. It was broken when Din sighed suddenly and dropped his hand from your cheek.

"I never wanted you to see my face that way."

Oh.

"Din, I-" You cut yourself off to contemplate your words. "I'm sorry that you had to reveal your face. And that I saw. If I'd known... I wouldn't have stared at you."

"No, I didn't mean it like that." He exhaled loudly. "Do you remember? What I look like?"

The memory of his face flashed in your mind. Of course you remembered. Every single detail. And you'd probably secretly treasure it for the rest of your life.

"Yes..."

His head dropped for a second, helmet aimed at the floor, before it suddenly shot back up to meet your gaze. "And?"

"And what?" Having no idea what he was asking of you, your brows scrunched together.

He was so close now that you were sure you'd be able to hear his breathing even without the modulator. "Was I- was I a disappointment?"

"What?" Disbelief ran through you. How could this wonderful, gorgeous man ever be a disappointment? With or without the helmet obscuring his face he had always been and would always be perfect to you.

"Well, you must have had some... some image of what I'd look like in your head."

You immediately disagreed with him. "No, never."

"Don't lie. It's okay. You can tell me."

"I'm not lying. And I am telling you."

"Cyar'ika..."

Your heart did somersaults in your chest. "No, I never conjured up some fantasy of what you'd look like. Because this here-" You gestured at the whole of him, hand waving up and down his body. "-is my Din. This is you to me. Why would I ever warp who you truly are for some made up version?"

"You must've been curious."

You shrugged. "Maybe at the beginning. But who you are on the inside is all that has ever mattered to me."

"So what did you think when you saw my face?"

Your eyes snapped away from his on instinct, embarrassment crawling through you as you recalled your immediate thoughts of him. Thoughts you'd pushed away at the time because you thought he was a Trooper. Thoughts that had resurfaced when you found out that it was really him.

"Oh, no thoughts." Your voice was weak, barely coming out as more than a squeak. It was clear you were lying. "Just that you were a man..."

"Cyar'ika..."

A flush racked through you at the use of the term of endearment. He knew how to make you weak in the knees, how to make you break, you were sure of it.

"Calling me that isn't fair."

"Don't avoid the question." His head tilted to the side. "Tell me. What did you think?"

Unsure at how he'd turned from insecure, sweet Din to a version of Din that had you swooning, you shook your head at him. "I told you. No thoughts."

"And I can tell you're lying. Look at me." He placed his fingers under your chin to angle you to face him. "Tell me."

You started with a small truth. "Your eyes were sadder than I thought they'd be."

He seemed slightly taken aback by that but didn't hesitate too much in answering. "I was scared I'd lost you."

"But I thought you said you didn't know they were planning on killing me?"

"It was always a possibility." He shrugged. "We were getting towards the end of the cells when I saw you. I was... getting nervous. Thought maybe they'd transferred you somewhere else and I'd never find you. Couldn't live with that idea."

If it were possible, you softened even more under his touch. "But you did find me. And I'm here. Safe. Because of you."

"Hmm." He just hummed in agreement, shifting his hand so it moved to cup your jaw instead. "What else?"

You huffed, hoping you'd got out of the line of questioning about your opinions on his appearance. Whilst having openly admitted a whole spout of feelings for each other, you weren't quite ready to declare how absolutely breathtaking he was.

"Don't make me say it."

"Say what, cyar'ika? Hm? I'm just asking."

You leaned into his touch, the warmth from his palm along with the sound of the Mando'a pet name set off a spark within you. When his gloved thumb swooped over your cheek gently you were sure that your brain short circuited.

"You're beautiful, Din."

The statement was breathless but held certainty in it. The Mandalorian didn't reply, too shocked by your confession. He honestly hadn't been expecting you to be so open. And to say that of all things.

So you kept going. "It was never going to matter to me what you looked like underneath the Beskar. Because who you are as a person is the only important thing. But I have to admit that I thought you were gorgeous when you walked past my cell. And then I immediately felt guilty because I thought you were a Trooper." Your head dipped in shame for a moment. "You are beautiful, Din Djarin. Inside and out."

He still said nothing, hands just lifting to the bottom of his helmet.

When you heard the hiss of the seal, your hands slapped across your eyes. "Ah! What are you doing?"

"Taking off my helmet. What are you doing?" He sounded amused.

"Covering my eyes so I don't see obviously." You scoffed and scrunched your eyes beneath your palms.

"Cyar'ika, you've already seen my face."

"So? I might have remembered details wrong."

"Thought you said I was beautiful?"

You huffed, not liking how he was turning that against you. "I did but revealing your identity is a big no-no, Din! That's what the Way says, right?"

"Right." He was holding back laughter.

"Exactly! Doesn't matter if I've seen you before. Might not remember you completely correctly." You remembered him completely correctly. "So we cannot risk you revealing yourself a whole other time."

The way you were so respectful of his creed, no matter how ridiculous you were being at that moment with your hands pressed tightly over your eyes, had Din tingling inside.

"I don't think it's a risk if you've seen me before and you're a part of my clan, hm?"

You grumbled something underneath your breath. "I can't argue with you on Mandalorian culture because you're the expert. But I feel as if you're finding loopholes here."

"Perhaps. Just look."

The sound of his helmet hissing and the dull clang of it hitting the floor had you hesitating before slowly peeling your hands away from your face.

He was exactly how you remembered.

Every line, every scar, every eyelash, every inch of skin, the deep brown of his eyes, the angle of his nose, the unruly tufts of curls atop his head and the uneven patches of facial hair peppered across his jaw and down his neck. This was your Din Djarin. Stood in front of you, everything exposed and exactly how you remembered him. Exactly how you wanted him. Perfect. The whole of him was perfect.

With a stifled sigh of relief, you reached out your hands to cup his face, hesitating for a moment when you realised he might hate that. "Can I?"

He nodded, his eyes looking sad yet hopeful - an improvement from the last time you saw them.

Your palms settled on his cheeks, thumbs swiping over his cheeks and across his bristly stubble. A smile broke across your face when his eyelids closed and he leaned in your touch.

"Oh, Din..." Tears sprang to your eyes yet you couldn't exactly explain why, the flood of emotions was overwhelming.

"Cyar'ika..." He breathed against the skin of your wrist, turning slightly in your grasp to plant his lips against your palm.

You took a step closer to him, encouraging him to duck down and rest his forehead against yours. A Mandalorian kiss, stripped of the barrier between the two of you. He let out a shaky sigh as you made contact, his hair tickling your brow.

"When was the last time someone touched you? Skin on skin?" You needed to know, he was acting like he'd never felt the warmth of physical contact before.

He hummed lowly in his chest as he thought about it, eyes shut tight in contemplation. "My parents, I think."

Your heart ached for him. It had been decades. You wanted more, to give him more, but worried that it might be too much too fast. But you yearned to touch him, to show him how good it could be.

Broken out of your thoughts by a rustling noise between the two of you, you glanced down without breaking away from him to see that he was removing his leather gloves and throwing them to the floor beside you.

You stared at his hands, scars littering both the palms and the backs. You'd never wanted someone to touch you with their hands more.

Din appeared to have the same thought as he hovered them over your sides, fists clenching open and closed. "Can I?"

"Can you what, hm?" You wanted- no needed him to say it, to be as clear as possible between you.

"Touch you. Can I touch you please?" His eyes were still closed but you could see he was restless behind his lids, almost worried even.

"Of course you can."

You expected him to just place his hands on your hips or waist, which he did technically. What you didn't expect was for him to slide his hands underneath the hem of your shirt and place them directly onto your skin, squeezing slightly when he made contact.

You hummed contently in acknowledgement to tell him that it was okay and stepped closer to him, your chest pressing up against the Beskar now.

“Can I kiss you?” The question was sudden, hushed, almost unsure.

You didn’t hesitate in tilting your head upwards and reassuring him of how much you wanted exactly that. “I’m so glad you asked.”

Then his lips were on yours, a relieved sigh exiting him and a content one leaving you.

You moved together in time, like you knew how the other worked and what they wanted. And maybe you did. Maybe you knew each so well, or knew that the other wanted the same thing you did. Din’s thumbs stroked gently at the skin of your waist and yours swiped over his cheeks, brushing away a stray tear that had fallen from his eyes. His sad, brown eyes. You hoped they’d be less sad in the future.

He broke away for a moment to mumble against your lips. "I was so scared I'd lost you."

You shook your head and kissed him again. "I thought I'd never see you again."

“I wouldn’t have left you there.” He promised, hands gripping you impossibly tighter. “There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t have done to get you back.”

You just nodded at him, believing every word he was saying, and pulled him closer to kiss you again. The way his lips melded against yours and the way your tongues curled together had you convinced that this was meant to be. It was so utterly perfect that it felt as if the stars had written it centuries ago, always destined to happen.

“Cyar’ika…” He hummed to you when you both broke away again for some air.

As much as you wanted this moment to last forever, a thought suddenly re-entered your mind. “Grogu!”

“It’s okay. We know where he is and we’re on our way to get him back.” He smiled at your concern for the child, understanding it completely. He felt the same after all.

You nodded gently, relieved that the child would be back and safe soon enough. Then things really would be back to how they should be again. The three of you - you, your Mandalorian and your green child. Perfect.

A/N: this has been under works for agessss… hope you enjoyed!

[4ranghaes]

seo changbin x reader [fluff, gender neutral!reader, warnings of interaction with a strange man but its okay bc changbin :)]

17:09 - a chill breeze flew past, making you shiver in your spot, stretching out your body to get the blood pumping again before regaining stillness.

“ugh, where is he?” you muttered to yourself, strangers offering you intrigued looks as you stood on the side of the busy streets of seoul.

changbin had left you alone almost 15 minutes ago now, and you were left rubbing your arms to quell the cold.

“well hello,” a voice suddenly came, looking to your left to see a man approaching you with a smile on his face that left a bad taste in your mouth. “why are you stood here all alone, hmm? and in such little clothing too.”

“i’m just waiting for someone,” you laughed nervously, shifting in your spot. “my boyfriend.”

“your boyfriend?” the man repeated, sounding shocked, “it’s not very nice for him to leave you out here by yourself like this! it’s getting cold, these days, hmm?”

you laughed again in response as the man made his final approach to you, reaching his arms out to help you warm up.

“i’m really okay,” you said, your voice turning serious as you stepped away.

he stepped after you.

“no, it’s okay! look you have goosebumps, let me just help—”

“hey!” a familiar voice came from the street. the loud, gruff tone making several people turn and look, not including the man currently trying to wrap his arms around you. “hey!”

changbin jogged over, grabbing the man’s shoulder and pulling him off you. the man stumbled backwards several paces, falling into a group of people walking past.

“are you okay?” he quickly asked you, his arm on your back protectively.

you nodded, shaken up by the whole thing as you grabbed onto binnie’s arm.

“hey!” changbin yelled again, gaining the man’s attention as he collected himself.

“i’m so sorry, man–” the guy began.

“why are you apologising to me, huh?! shouldn’t you apologise to my girlfriend, you know, the one you were harassing?!” changbin yelled. he was the same height as the guy in front, if not a bit shorter but the man looked scared for his life. “go on! apologise!”

the man turned to you, bowing and apologising, stuttering as he turned back to changbin.

“i-i-i’m really sorry, i-i– i wouldn’t have said anything i-if i knew that y-you were…”

changbin looked at the man expectantly, before waving him off. “get lost.” the man bowed, quickly walking off into the crowds of people.

“are you okay?” changbin quickly asked, turning around and cupping your face as you nodded. he looked at you sorrowfully, “i’m so sorry, i went to buy you a jumper and then i spotted this hotteok place so i got you some– i wouldn’t have bothered if i’d have known!”

you smiled, crashing into his firm body as you took him into your arms, “it’s okay, binnie. i have my protector, anyway, you came in the end. and that guy looked so scared of you.”

you were laughing as binnie suddenly whined.

“i know! but, y/n, i was shitting myself! he was so scary!” he exclaimed, as held onto his arm, continuing to walk down the street.

you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder, “scaredy cat.”

[sailoryooons]

T R I C K O R T R E A T

presented by BTS Fantasy and Fangs

Celebrate this Hallows' Eve with legends told by our most esteemed ghouls. Enter worlds of the unknown and lose yourself in these tales. But beware: one might lose themselves in these hallowed stories.

Rating: Works range from SFW and NSFW. Each work will have its own set of warnings.

Note: This collaboration features works written as general works and works that were assigned via a Secret-Santa style within the BTS Fantasy & Fangs server in which writers did not know who was gifting them a work!

LEGENDS COMING THROUGHOUT OCTOBER.

T R I C K S

☾ Title: Devil Town

☾ Pairing: Platonic OT7 x reader

☾ Summary: You take a chance and spend a month in Devil Town: a quaint little place nestled deep in the woods of The Unknown, where the air is always a touch chilly, things are never quite what they seem, and no one will tell you anything.

☾ Genre/AU: Autumn?? A lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff

☾ Rating: PG 

as told by @park-jimin-isnt-real

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☾ Title: Handmaidens

☾ Pairing: OT7 x reader

☾ Summary: When the murder of handmaidens begin in Joseon, you are assigned to serve the throne – the seven imperial princes, sons of Lord Sihyuk. Despite your loyalty, your suspicions begin to rise about the killings. Can you escape the palace before it’s too late? 

☾ Genre/AU: Joseon Era thriller/slasher

☾ Rating: TBD

as told by @eserethriddle

☾ Title: Have Mercy 

☾ Paring: Demon!Jimin x Reader | Alpha!Yoongi x Reader | Demon!Jimin x Alpha!Yoongi 

☾ Summary: As a crossroads demon, Jimin is no stranger to vile creatures. Summoned once more, Jimin is surprised to find one of the purest souls asking for his help. Not only does he accept her deal, but while watching over her, Jimin finds himself falling for the very soul he is meant to devour. Eager to confess, Jimin summons the sweet soul only for his plan to turn sour when someone far more evil finds her alone. 

☾ Genre/AU: Angst | Smut | Strangers to Lovers | Demon AU | A/B/O AU 

☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

as told by @sweetestofchaos

Title: The One who Saved Us All

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: It's the annual Halloween celebration in Seoul, where everyone from different walks of life get together and celebrate the history of the Vidyadhara. But when someone decides to cause some trouble, Seokjin's best-kept secret comes to life.

Genre/AU: Halloween, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Disaster?

Rating: Maybe M to MA 15+

as told by @quirkybtsarmy

☾ Title: Simply Meant to Be

☾ Pairing: pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader

☾ Genre/AU: nightmare before Christmas au, romance, horror, smut

☾ Rating: m (18+)

☾ Summary: You aren’t sure how any of it can be real. This place…these creatures…this man.

You wake up next to a man you’ve never seen before with no memory of who he is or where you are.

But everyone in town seems to know you. You belong to the Pumpkin King. Scared and utterly terrified you run into someone who claims they can help you remember. And now you’re starting to wonder if that’s truly what you want.

as told by @caelesjjk

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☾ Title: Blessed With A Curse

☾ Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader

☾ Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them. OR When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.

☾ Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU

☾ Rating: NC-17

as told by @sweetestofchaos for @jessikahathaway

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☾ Title: Bump In The Night

☾ Pairing: Bogeyman!Yoongi x f. reader

☾ Summary: The dark can be scary; full of strange, unseen things. Just when you think you’ve got a handle on your fear, the lights go out, and you face the reality that you were always right—you should fear the dark and especially what’s waiting in it.

☾ Genre/AU: Monster Under The Bed, Horror/Thriller, Angst, Smut

☾ Rating: MA

as told by @colormepurplex2 for @minisugakoobies

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☾ Title: Carmen

☾ Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x human!Taehyung

☾ Summary: Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous. 

☾ Genre/AU: Supernatural, Vampires, Smut

☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature

as told by @sailoryooons for @gimmethatagustd

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☾ Title: Fledgling

☾ Pairing: Jungkook x Namjoon

☾ Summary: Jungkook is tired of his dreary existence. So when a mysterious stranger offers him a way out of life as he knows it, he takes it without hesitation.

☾ Genre/AU: Vampire AU, horror, smut

☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

as told by @theharrowing for @sweetestofchaos

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☾ Title: Love As Soft As a Distant Star

☾ Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader, Min Yoongi | Park Jimin

☾ Summary: You didn’t mean to fall in love with your husband and fellow Witches’ Councilmember Yoongi, but here you are: in love. (How gauche and not the thing. You’re co-workers, not lovers.) It’s particularly inconvenient since he is in love with someone else. 

☾ Genre/AU: Witch AU, arranged marriage AU

☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature

as told by @vyduan for @colormepurplex2

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☾ Title: Lose Your Head

☾ Pairing: Park Jimin x F!Reader

☾ Summary: As a constable’s assistant you have several duties to him and the police force. Not only as his assistant, but as his dear friend. However, when an ominous summoning sends you and Jimin both to the town of Sleepy Hollow, you fear there might be more at play than either of you understand. And feelings that you’d hope to bury for life bubble to the surface...

☾ Genre/AU: Movie!AU, Thriller, SleepyHollow!AU, Smut, Romance. Rating: 21+

as told by @jessikahathaway for @/sailoryooons

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☾ Title: The Love Witch

☾ Pairing: witch!yoongi x demon!taehyung

☾ Summary: Despite being a popular romance blogger, Yoongi isn’t interested in finding love. He only summons a demon boyfriend to prove to his followers that it’s possible. He’ll send Taehyung right back to Hell once he’s done with him, obviously.

☾ Genre/AU: fantasy, strangers to lovers, fake dating (kinda), light angst, smut, fluff, humor

☾ Rating: 18+

as told by @gimmethatagustd for @theharrowing

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☾ Title: Passage

☾ Pairing: Captain!Yoongi x Dracula!Jimin

☾ Summary: For several years, Min Yoongi and the crew of the Magpie have sailed the perilous waters of the Pacific, surviving treacherous waves and other deadly threats in order to deliver goods to the West. Now, on his final voyage as captain, Yoongi is about to face a danger like none he’s ever seen before - and he may find it too tempting to resist. 

☾ Genre/AU: horror, supernatural, angst, smut, Dracula!AU

☾ Rating: M(18+)

as told by @minisugakoobies for @vyduan

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Disclaimer: This is a collaboration put on for members of the BTS Fantasy and Fangs Server. These stories, characters, and festivals used here are not meant to represent any real or factual people, places, or things.

[wheeboo]

12:10am | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo comforts you during a horror movie. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, comfort, established relationship WARNINGS. terms of endearment (love, sweetheart, babe), kissing WORD COUNT: 952

requested by anon: can you write about s/o watching horror movie with wonwoo ;)) like she loves watching horror movie but is a lil scared lol thank youu <3

notes: i do recommend the movie mentioned in the drabble! it's a taiwanese horror film and it actually got me good and i love horror movies too lmao

"Okay, how about this one?" Wonwoo scrolls on Netflix before landing on a horror movie called Incantation, and as the preview plays you find yourself a bit engrossed for a moment, eyes widening to a scene on the screen.

"Oh my gosh, is it... It's one of those found footage films." You mutter out lowly.

Wonwoo lifts a brow. "So a no?"

"No, it's okay. It's just..." You lean in a bit to the screen to get a better look, brows scrunching together to the eerie-looking woman displayed on the cover with her hands fixed in a strange formation. "I know people who've watched this, and they said it was really scary. Like actually."

Wonwoo just chuckles lightly and spreads out the blanket so that it covered over both of your bodies. He snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, and you immediately feel the comfort of his warmth molding with yours. The two of you have watched quite a lot of horror movies together, but it's very rare to see you a bit terrified before the movie even started.

"Hmm, you know I'm here to protect you, love," Wonwoo assures, a hint of tease in his voice as he reaches a finger to push some hair behind your ears.

You roll your eyes playfully. Normally you're good at handling horror films and don't need the protection of your own boyfriend𑁋well, only sometimes like before going to bed since you're terrified of having nightmares𑁋and can carry yourself pretty well for the most part. But upon knowing what other people have said about the movie, maybe cuddling up to Wonwoo isn't the worst idea in the world. It never is, anyway.

Smiling faintly, you lean into his embrace and hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your side.

"If I, uh... scream, I'm sorry," You tell him somewhat embarrassingly, letting your arms wrap him as if you're holding onto him for dear life.

Wonwoo's laughter rumbles against your ear in response to your confession. He holds you a little closer, and you feel the tips of his fingers meet some exposed skin to your waist where your shirt had ridden up slightly.

"Well, if you scream, it must mean you're pretty immersed in the movie, right?" he asks tauntingly.

You lightly nudge his side with your elbow and lean back slightly, playfully giving him a mock glare. "You better prepare yourself then."

All he does is press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "I'm always prepared, sweetheart."

As the movie begins, you find yourself getting drawn into its uncanny storyline. The found footage style adds an unsettling realism that sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help the urge of wanting to hide your face away in the sheets.

Throughout the movie, Wonwoo doesn't ever let go; if anything, he manages to hold you even closer as if he was a bit scared himself𑁋you'll definitely tease him about that later. The suspenseful scenes play with your nerves, yet his presence calms your racing heart. You find yourself alternating between gripping onto his shirt during the tense moments and leaning into his warmth during the quieter scenes.

During a particularly intense jumpscare, you can't help but cling to him tightly, your fingers clutching onto the fabric of his shirt, and you swear you even feel him jump as well. Wonwoo responds by holding you even closer, his fingers gently rubbing soothing circles on your back. Then when the scene dissipates, you loosen your fingers.

"Doing okay?" he asks quietly.

You lift your head up to look at him. "Yeah," Then you reach over to straighten his glasses. "Thank you."

With your heart feeling a little lighter, you settle back into his embrace. The plot continues to thicken and weave together, the anticipation building up once more as the end came closer with everything coming full circle. The tense atmosphere of the film no longer holds the same grip on you as before, and you find yourself commenting more about what was happening in the movie with Wonwoo right next to you listening carefully.

When the credits start to roll, you exchange a knowing look with Wonwoo.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asks as you separate yourself from him to stretch your limbs.

"In the beginning, maybe a bit." Then you shoot a smirk in his direction. "But you got scared at some points, right?"

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at your teasing tone, but a sheepish smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Scared? Me? I don't think so."

"Oh really? So those subtle jumps and grips on my shirt were just... for dramatic effect?"

Wonwoo clears his throat, trying to maintain his composed façade. "Exactly. I was just trying to add more to the horror experience for you."

"Ah, of course," You reply mockingly. "How thoughtful of you to sacrifice your bravery for my enjoyment."

He playfully rolls his eyes, unable to hide his amusement any longer. "Okay, fine, I admit it. There were a couple of moments that got to me."

You grin cheekily. "A couple of moments, huh? So you were scared after all?"

Wonwoo huffs a breath and wraps his arms around you once more. "I was just... momentarily surprised."

"Pfft, 'momentarily surprised', whatever you say, babe," You quip jokingly as you lean your head back on his chest.

His chest vibrates with a chuckle as he holds you back in his arms where you rightfully belong. "Alright, you win this round."

This makes you nuzzle your face in his neck, smiling against his skin as you place a few pecks to the skin there. He tilts his head slightly to give you better access, his laughter turning into a soft sigh of contentment.

"Good," is all you mutter.

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The Cycle series in chronological order (pts.1-28) | Curiosity (pt.28)

Knees up to his chest, hands in his hair. Cupcake doesn’t look very relaxed. But it takes time, Simon knows. He remembers how unsettling it is to have the muzzle and blindfold off, after they were on for a long time. He knows how scary it is to be out of the cage after being in there for so long. So Cupcake gets a free pass to be sullen and jumpy where he sits folded up on the couch.

The TV isn’t just on, Simon is actually playing a video game. Just to catch Major’s interest. Get him to engage a little. Simon cradles the controller and works slowly through the missions, only glancing sidelong at Major once in a while.

The hands that Major has planted on his head aren’t just cradling it, Simon realizes. Those scar-gnarled fingers are twisted into his frizzy brown curls and pulling. Major’s mouth is twisted into a grimace, his forehead pressed to his knees, as he tugs on locks of hair thick enough to not rip out.

Simon thinks if he could get away with ripping his hair out, he would.

“Remy. Kenzo.” Mutters the captor thoughtfully as he selects the next level on the screen. A cheerful menu sound chirps as he selects which power-ups to bring. In his peripheral vision Cupcake falls perfectly still, except to slide his fingers to take hold of a new swath of curls to pull at.

“What?” Grunts the folded-up pet.

“The names you said this morning. Right before you tried to shoot yourself in the head.” Simon doesn’t pause the game, doesn’t turn to look directly at Cupcake. It would scare him away. It’s already lucky to get the guy talking at all. “Remy and Kenzo.”

“...Okay.” The hair-pulling stops self-consciously. It is replaced by Cupcake’s fingers tearing at the pocket of his jeans, working at a hole that’s already been worn into the denim. That hand jerks up on impulse and he scratches at his eyebrow, then his jaw. Those nails are bitten down to the quick again.

“Who are they? Must be important.”

Things used to be so simple with Cupcake. He understood that he could be killed almost instantly, anytime. He knew there was no way out, but there was beer and TV and privacy whenever he wanted it. Right now, though, he just keeps tearing at whatever his restless fingers can find. Cupcake seems like he wants to find a piece of furniture to hide under. Which is so strange, considering all the papers in his file that lay out just how violent and sadistic he can be.

It forces Simon to wonder how his old captor made this look so easy. How he kept people from breaking too badly, too soon.

No answer comes. Cupcake just keeps on tearing loose threads and twisting them around into knots.

“Cupcake,” Simon scolds. Just a little true annoyance makes its way into his voice.

“Can’t,” Answers Cupcake, finally. He crosses his arms and lays them atop his knees, to bury his head in them.

“Oh.” Simon pauses his game, and the sudden absence of ambient music makes the air feel leaden. “So you miss the muzzle? If you don’t want to talk…”

Cupcake seems to shrink, tightening his folded-up posture and squeezing his head between his arms tighter. “Remy and Tank.”

“Kenzo. You said Kenzo.”

A huff of breath. “He’s Kenzo like I’m - my name on paper. But he’s Tank, like I’m Major.”

“Sure, Cupcake.”

The smug correction about his identity doesn’t seem to help. Cupcake’s fingers knot into his hair again. Simon thinks, with increasing confidence, that this is the right approach. Just act like things are normal again.

“I call ‘im Kenzo, when… I don’t know, when… it’s important.”

The game is unpaused. Simon lets the background music diffuse the tension in the air, as a reward for Cupcake talking.

“It sounds like you’re close with him.”

“...Yeah.”

The jumping noises from the TV are the only sounds in the room. An item being picked up, an enemy being beaten.

“So, who is he to you? What makes Kenzo… Tank so important?”

Simon’s patience could run out. For now, it’s a friendly enough conversation. Major presses his forehead as hard as he can to his knee, reveling in the pain of bone pressing on bone.

A moment of tense silence passes. Simon finishes a level and clicks on the next one. “Guessing he’s more than a friend. And you can’t say that.”

Cupcake pulling so hard on his curls that it almost makes Simon wince in sympathy, is enough of an answer. It’s not too hard to imagine why someone who never had a family that loved him, who never learned to read or resolve feelings with anything but violence, would have a hard time admitting to having a boyfriend.

“So, that’s Tank,” Muses the captor. “What about Remy?”

He’s expecting to be met with more conflicted silence. Simon fumbles the level entirely and watches a death screen fade out, as Cupcake answers. “Yeah. Him too.”

How huge this is, to not only get answers, but to genuinely learn something new about Cupcake. He has two boyfriends. He doesn’t have a family who misses him, but he loves people. Thought of them when it counted. Simon tries not to show too much interest at the news. “...How’d you swing that?” He can’t help asking, despite knowing that Major is fragile right now. How did he get not one, but two people in love with him? Major doesn’t seem like the kind of person to feel love, let alone allow anyone else to feel it toward him.

“No idea.” The hair-pulling has eased to a stop again. Maybe he’s too exhausted, too humiliated every day, to maintain a feeling of panic about his secrets being torn out of hiding. Or maybe he understands in some small way that Simon is someone he can trust with this. Major can’t know it for sure, but Simon won’t mock him for being gay. It’s not something he’s interested in doing.

“Yeah, no idea, I bet. You don’t seem like the type. To-” Simon waves a hand, urgently, trying not to be misunderstood. “To have - two of them, I mean. That’s a lot. Of love.”

“I dunno.” Cupcake clearly would never talk about this if he didn’t have to. But he does. The constant struggle to even bother to speak seems to itch under his skin. “Why they do. Like me. ‘m just… y’know.”

Simon scratches at the back of his head, and the motion seems to remind Major to scratch urgently at his face. The captor lets his focus slide further from the game to pay more peripheral attention to Cupcake. “I mean, I can imagine how someone could like you. You’re not the worst.”

That only earns a noncommittal grunt. Cupcake clearly doesn’t think he deserves what he has, out there. It makes the pit of loneliness in Simon’s gut feel… bad.

“Hey, Cupcake. You know, if I don’t have to kill you, one day, I might… I don’t know. Maybe one day, I’d think about letting you go.”

Cupcake shifts. Unfolds himself, head hanging, and gets onto the floor. Hands and knees. Simon knows that too long in the cage made it so he can’t walk, but it’s still unnerving to see him crawling so matter-of-factly. Cupcake shuffles out of sight like that, and for the life of him, Simon can’t imagine where he’s going. The news should have been exciting. He was half hoping that Cupcake would light up with hope and say, Really? Let me go?

Pausing the game to listen, Simon hears a distinctive, soft metallic clanging.

There’s no way.

He rises from his seat just enough to see over the back of the couch. There Cupcake is, having backed himself in, folded up over his knees and resting his head on the floor of the cage. The door is left open, but he’s in there, and his back rises with a deep, shaky breath.

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[the--evil-lesbian]

how do i develop the fabulous fashion sense you do?? i fear my fits are lacking

quit giving a shit and dont be scared to look like a fantasy character. in my opinion, any fire outfit should be just a little bit stupid. Now I am going to get sappy and pretentious on main because i do think everyone should know this:

Your clothing is yours. the way that you dress is yours. all that matters is how your clothes make you feel. its important to remember that your clothing will never change the way someone else feels about you, but it has so much power to change the way you think of yourself. When I pick out my clothes in the morning I only think about how I want to feel that day. Pretend youre the last person on earth, how would you want to dress? For me that means feeling close to the stories and worlds that I love, clothes that make me feel like a fairy or a pirate or something magical and strange. Find out what that feeling is for you, what you want from your clothes, then lean into it 100%. its not too much if it makes you happy.

An important thing to remember: if you did it right, a lot of people are going to hate it!!!! I love the way i dress, it makes me very very happy, and I get compliments a lot, but the vast majority of people would probably tell you I dress really weird and have a stupid haircut. and thats okay :) because they were going to think that anyway. At this point in my life, im very comfortable with the way I look and dress, but starting to experiment with your fashion is intimidating and scary at first, especially because you dont know how other people will react. but it gets so much easier when you realize how much more fun youre having. Your body is the only thing in the world that is yours forever, and no one can ever take from you. so make it absolutely and only yours.

sorry for yapping on main. also if thats not what you meant, heres some concrete advice: experiment with wearing clothes you have in new ways, try to think creatively, and keep in mind: everything matches. you can style ANY two items together with the right accessories.

[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Jason Voorhees

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Such a sweetheart. He's eager to clean up after. It's a bit sloppy at first but he gets the hang of it. Tucking you into the bed and laying right beside you when he's done to cuddle. He does everything out of love and necessity. Of course you won't be able to move after THAT session. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's quite proud of his torso, it's a powerhouse. His torso is the one thing he'll allow himself to look happily at in the mirror. Those abs and back muscles were a blessing.

You? He doesn't have one. Everything about you is a blessing from God to him. There hasn't been an inch of your body he's neglected. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This may sound strange, but it depends on your relationship development.

Married? Cream pies oozing out of you every time.

Engaged? Cum shots on different body parts.

Even if you can't physically get pregnant, Jason feels like creampie always equals possible pregnancy. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There's nothing dirty about this pure man. How dare you! Until he kills……then he's pretty messy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not experienced at all. Pretty sure he grew up evangelical Christian. They don't like even kissing until you get married. He's awkward, uncomfortable, and shy. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Let's avoid laughing until he gets super comfortable with sex. He might think you're making fun of him. Once he's more confident in himself, he'll also laugh at the weird sounds and awkward transitions.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His pubic hair has its own ecosystem. You swear you could discover some new animal species in there. He'll groom if you ask him, or even let you trim him yourself. But if you like the ecosystem, be ready to become an ecologist 🌱

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Exceptionally romantic. There are times where it gets so overwhelming, it makes you cry. That and the incredible orgasms he gives you. Actually, you can't tell which reason made you cry the most.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Nah. He will just come to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

As long as it's gentle, he's into BDSM elements. Mostly bondage and you dominating him. Big scary guy likes to be put in his place, figuratively, by his small, cute s/o. It helps him unwind from his killing sprees. Once married, he will have the strongest urge for breeding.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

If you are okay with it, on a bed near the lake. The moonlight shines down on you both, exposing the glisten of sweat on skin.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your existence is enough to turn him on. But he gets especially hard when you take charge and take care of him, doting on him like the loving spouse you are.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that will hurt you. Also, anything that he finds degrading for the both of you like; scat, piss play, or spitting 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves to give, give, givvvvvvvveeeee!! Oh, you'll be screaming in pleasure when he goes down. His tongue and the amount of saliva he produces makes you feel like you're sitting in his heavenly water. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Scared to go rough, so he's slow and sensual. Later on, he'll allow some rough moments, but they are very quick. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Would rather have a full love making session. Quickies remind him of the teens who he kills for having pre-marital sex. There's no love in the action to him. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No. He'll try something new for you. But he has his hard limits.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Although he's a powerhouse, he delivers so much emotion through his movements during lovemaking. He can last 2-3 good rounds before he's tapped out. He needs to emotionally recover.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Sex toys? He's neutral. It depends on what it's being used for. He likes using them on you more than on himself. With bondage (and other related items) , he would rather be on the receiving end.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is not unfair! He'll give you what you want. He's a sucker for you 💕. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Moderately loud. He grunts a lot. Sometimes whimpers. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

You were teaching him how to tie knots one day with some colorful rope you ordered. His hands were used as a demonstration. After running through various techniques, you noticed his arousal poking out. That's when you both discovered he likes being tied up.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Anaconda. Not kidding. He's soda can thick, 10.5 inches long. He has a small curve to the left.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Low, on his own. You're the deciding factor on how high his sex drive is. He tries to match you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes he will quickly fall into slumber after caring for you. Other times, he's energized by the session. So he'll go out and check the camp.

[lovelycrimsonredsnow]

~yandere doors headcanons~

(TW: gore, strong language, death, all the entities are permanently trapped there)

Guiding light

as seen in the other headcanons they mostly conceal themselves from other entities, though they are very open to humans and frequently help them.

your first interaction would be in door 11 (which happened to be a dark room). you were taking a long time to find the key to open the door before screech or another entity killed you, after 2 minutes or so you noticed a faint glow coming from a nearby dresser. It was a light pleasant blue with particles around it, at first you weren't quite sure whether or not to approach, But you quickly decided you had nothing to lose and opened it. There it was, the key for door 12. You quickly snatched it up and bolted for the door, which also had that strange glow around it. you looked back at the dimly illuminated room for a minute before progressing on.

they didn't know why, but they felt the strange need to protect you, even more than usual. So...

...they did

every time rush or another entity was approaching they would purposefully block its way by locking the door and illuminating the nearest hiding spot (not a closet). this, of course caused curious light and some of the other stronger entities to accuse them of playing favorites. which was correct...but they didn't need to know that yet.

they were much more concerned with you to care about that. what if they don't warn you in time and rush gets you? what if you look at eyes for to long? what if you turn the wrong way and seek catches you? what if they can't save you? these thoughts quickly turn the angelic like being into a state of constant paranoia.

you're so fragile compared to the other monsters in this hell, helpless even. what kind of guardian angel would they be if they let you get hurt? or die? You couldn't possibly survive on your own, they must help you...they have to save you. they can't let you escape, it's even more dangerous down in the mines!

right before you reach the elevator after fixing the power your quickly snatched away by an unknown force, dragged through many doors all the way to the infirmary. they hear you screaming in fear, and truly it hurts them, but you just don't understand their helping you just yet. they place you down on one of the many beds there and cover you up, you're ofcourse still quite scared. even their attempts to lull you to sleep seemingly do nothing, is it their form? are they to scary for you? their mostly covered, like halt. though they suppose the fact you can't really see them scares you more.

they sigh in exhaustion, like a parent with a screaming baby. they didn't really want to have to leave you alone, what if you escape and get yourself hurt...but alas. perhaps it's best if they leave you for a minute, they need to go get herbs from the greenhouse anyway.

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danger level: 6/10, trust me they would never hurt you...the other entities however....

type: overprotective, caring, paranoid

overall: 5/10, really soft with you regardless of how you may act. but your still quite afraid of what they could do...

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[lucky-bishova-42]

Magical Accidents

(oneshot that takes place anytime after Chapter 46 in Malen'kiy Yastreb)

“So,” Natasha sighs heavily while pinching the bridge of her nose, “how exactly did this happen again?”

America slowly looks up from the floor and her eyes dart quickly over to Stephen's before she answers, "Well, Kate was doing homework and I was practicing spells, and I may have accidently got distracted by how cute she looks while she concentrates, then thought about how cute she must've looked when she was younger and... poof."

"Do you remember what spell you were practicing?" Stephen asks.

America shrugs with a forlorn look on her face before looking back at Natasha, "I am so so so so sorry Ms. Romanoff. I promise we will find a way to fix this!"

Natasha sighs heavily yet again, "It is okay, Chavez. I know it was just an accident."

"Trust me Natasha," Stephen assures, "we will find a cure or counter-spell for this. Maybe Wanda could help?"

"I will have her call once she gets back from her mission," Natasha agrees, "Although, I will also be needing her help; especially with Kate."

"I completely understand," Stephen nods.

"Speaking of," Natasha starts looking around, "where is my daughter?"

"Christine went to go get her some better fitting clothes," America supplies, "they should be back any minute!"

A moment later, Christine walks into the main lobby of the Sanctum, holding the hand of a small toddler.

"Look Katie," Christine smiles to the toddler while pointing to Natasha, "look who's here!"

Kate lets out an excited squeal and immediately toddles forward, "Mama!!"

Natasha likes to pride herself on being in complete control of her emotions. But seeing Kate this little, and oh so adorable, made all of her previous training fly out the window.

After some initial shock that finds her paralyzed for a few moments, Natasha immediately meets Kate halfway; and after some grabby hands from Kate, does not hesitate in picking her up into her arms.

"Hi Mama!"

Natasha is slightly taken aback at the fact that 'toddler' Kate recognizes her.

"Hi baby!" She can't help but smile to her now very little daughter, "how are you doing, malyshka?"

"I otay," Kate nods confidently, "Was a little scared when you was not here, but 'Merica and Dr. Christine told me dat you and Mommy were at work."

"That must've been really scary," Natasha frowns, "I am sorry I wasn't here sooner, malen'kiy yastreb."

"Is otay, Mama," Kate smiles, and leans to give Natasha a sweet peck on the cheek, "but we go home now?"

"Yes, yes of course, baby," Natasha nods.

"Here," America sheepishly hands Natasha Kate's backpack, "I don't know how long she will be like this, but when she is back to being herself she is gonna need her homework."

"Thanks kid," Natasha slings the bag over a shoulder and then nudges America with her shoulder with a small smile, "Don't be too hard on yourself, accidents happen."

America returns the smile.

"Okay," Natasha goes to head out, but pauses, "wait how am I gonna get her home? I don't have a car seat."

"I can take care of that," Stephen announces, suddenly creating a portal to their apartment. Natasha steps through with Kate on her hip. "I can portal your car back to its spot in the Compound later."

"Don't you dare scratch my Corvette, Strange!" Natasha calls as the portal whizzes closed.

Natasha shuts her eyes and lets out a heavy sigh. When she opens them, she finds two cute wide blue eyes staring back at her.

Before she or Kate can say anything, her phone starts to ring. Looking down, Wanda's ID photo pops up.

Kate points to the phone, "Mommy!!"

How the hell am I going to explain this?

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'How old is she?' A bewildered Wanda asks Natasha over the phone.

"She told me she is 3," Natasha tells Wanda, as she watches Kate play with some of Morgan's blocks that Tony let them borrow, "she acts like a 3-year-old, well, an incredibly well behaved 3-year-old. And she doesn't really seem to remember anyone else, but she does know who you and I are."

'Hmm, that is strange— wait!' Wanda gasps, 'That dream I had! The one where everyone forgot Peter! Remember when I woke up I told you I would look into ways with Stephen to make sure we would never forget each other?'

"Yeah..."

'Well, I guess my spell worked,' Wanda chuckles.

"Thank heavens for that, I guess," Natasha chuckles lightly. After a moment of watching Kate cheer as Lucky knocks down her tower, Natasha smiles, "she really is the cutest thing, Wands."

'I believe it. I can't wait to see her,' Wanda replies, 'I should be home in about an hour or so. I can pick up a pizza?'

"That sounds amazing, moya lyubov," Natasha smiles.

'Have some fun with our girl, detka. I will be there in a bit,' Wanda says, 'Love you.'

"Love you too," Natasha returns, and hangs up the phone.

After watching Kate for a few more minutes, she goes and joins her on the floor.

"Whatcha doin' baby?"

"Playin' blocks with doggy!" Kate smiles, "Mama play blocks too?"

"Of course, malen'kiy yastreb," Natasha smiles softly, and grabs a block, placing it exactly where Kate instructs her. Once the tower is built and Kate summons Lucky to knock it over again, the following giggles are music to Natasha's ears; and she cannot help chuckling along.

After a while of playing blocks, it is clear to Natasha that Kate is getting tired. Kate slowly shifts closer to Natasha until she is practically laying on her lap, and she lets out a big yawn.

"That was one mighty yawn, malen'kiy yastreb," Natasha says, picking Kate up and pulling her into her lap fully, "Are you getting sleepy?"

"No Mama," Kate lies around another yawn, "I no sleepy."

"Are you sure?" Natasha playfully asks as she stands up with Kate in her arms.

"Mm-hm," Kate nods as she rests her head on Natasha's chest, her eyes getting heavy.

Natasha chuckles softly.

Before she can reply, the door to the apartment opens. As soon as Kate sees who walks in, she immediately starts to squirm to have Natasha let her down.

Natasha sets her down, and Kate takes off in a toddler-paced sprint, "Mommy!!"

Natasha notices that the look that overcomes her partner's face is probably not unlike the face she had when she first saw Kate like this.

Once Kate reaches Wanda, she wastes no time in wrapping her arms around Wanda's legs, "Mommy!! You’re home!!"

Wanda takes a little too much time to respond, so Kate starts hopping up and down.

“Up Mommy! Up!!” Kate reaches her hands up with grabby hands.

This breaks Wanda out of her reverie, and she blindly hands the pizza over to Natasha’s awaiting hands. She bends down and picks up the excited baby hawk.

“Hi Katie-bug,” Wanda kisses Kate’s cheek as she sets her on her hip.

“Hi Mommy,” Kate snuggles into Wanda’s arms, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, milaya,” Wanda hugs Kate tighter, “Did you and Mama have fun today?”

“Yeah,” Kate smiles, “We play blocks!”

"That sounds awesome, bug!" Wanda says, "We could play more after dinner if you want?"

"Yay!" Kate cheers, wiggling once again to be set down to which Wanda complies immediately. Kate giggles and chases after an unsuspecting Lucky.

Natasha shakes her head watching the scene, then leans over to give Wanda a much needed hug and kiss.

"How have things been going?" Wanda asks as they move into the kitchen to get plates for dinner.

"I don't want to jinx anything, but pretty well actually," Natasha admits, "the only thing worrying me is that we have literally no toddler supplies."

"Well, lucky for you," Wanda smirks, "Your really smart girlfriend might have already thought of that and may have stopped at the store on the way home to get some things to get us through the night."

Natasha smiles and kisses Wanda on the cheek, "You are the best, moya lyubov. Where are the bags?"

"They are still in the car," Wanda smiles, "I figured we could grab it after dinner because there may or may not be a few T-O-Y-S in them and I had a feeling Kate would get too distracted to eat."

Natasha kisses Wanda again, "What would I do without you?"

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After dinner, in which Kate made the biggest mess both Natasha and Wanda had ever seen, she was given a quick bath and changed into some footie pajamas.

"Can we play now, Mama?" Kate asks.

"Sure baby," Natasha agrees, unable to deny the toddler anything, "we can play for a little while before we have to go to bed. What would you like to play?"

"Hide-n-seek!" Kate excitedly suggests.

"Sounds fun, bug!" Wanda smiles, "Why don't you and Mama hide, and I will 'seek' first, okay?"

"Yay!! Otay! Come on, Mama!" Kate tugs on Natasha's hand.

Natasha just chuckles and follows the toddler. Once they get into Kate’s bedroom, and hear Wanda start counting, Natasha asks, “So what is the plan, malyshka?”

“Over ‘dere!” Kate points to her bed, “We hide underneath!”

“Sounds like a plan, malen’kiy yastreb,” Natasha nods before getting herself and Kate under the bed.

A few moments later, they hear Wanda stop counting and announce her turn to begin looking.

Soon, she enters Kate’s bedroom.

“Hmm, I wonder where my Katie-bug and my detka are?” Wanda hums aloud, “I wonder if they are in the hamper?”

Kate starts to softly giggle.

“Shh, baby,” Natasha tries and fails to not smile at Kate’s adorable giggles, “we have to stay quiet so Mommy doesn’t find us.”

Kate makes a heroic effort to stop her giggles, and tries to quiet down.

“Wait a minute,” Wanda playfully thinks aloud, “I think I hear something.”

“Oh no, Katie,” Natasha chuckles, “Mommy is gonna find us!”

“Sounds like its coming from,” Wanda leans down and looks under the bed, “under the bed!”

Kate shrieks and laughs, letting Wanda pull her out and start to tickle her.

After a few rounds, taking turns on who is ‘seeking,’ Kate announces she wants both of her parents to be the ‘seekers.’

And because neither of them can find theirselves able to, they don’t deny the toddler.

“Okay malen’kiy yastreb,” Natasha says, “You’ve got 30 seconds starting… now!”

And with that, Kate runs off to find her new hiding place.

“She has so much energy,” Wanda chuckles as she sits down in the couch.

“I honestly don’t know where it’s from,” Natasha flops down next to her, “she was about to fall asleep on me right as you walked in.”

“Maybe the pizza gave her extra energy,” Wanda replies flippantly.

“At least she is keeping us in shape,” Natasha chuckles before standing back up, “Ready or not, Katie, here we come!”

“I will start in our room, why don’t you look in hers?” Wanda suggests.

“Sounds good,” Natasha smiles and heads for Kate’s bedroom.

Once she is in Kate’s room she starts looking in all of the spots Kate has hidden before. After a few minutes of searching, she comes up empty. Shrugging, she heads down the hall to her own bedroom.

As she goes to walk in, she runs into Wanda walking out, “Oh I was just about to come help you look.”

“I was just about to come help you look,” Wanda says back, “She isn’t in here. I am guessing she wasn’t in her room?”

“Nope,” Natasha replies, starting to feel slightly uneasy, “where else would she have gone? Yelena’s room is locked and the other bathroom was empty when I passed it.”

“I honestly don’t know,” Wanda says, also starting to feel her nerves kick in, “let’s re-check the rooms before we start to panic.”

Once they both come back empty handed from their second search of the rooms, they are both quiet for a moment before they start searching every inch of the apartment.

Their anxiety and panic increasing by the minute.

“Kate?” Natasha calls, “Where are you, baby?”

“Bug, you won,” Wanda calls, “you can stop hiding now.”

Their search continues for a few more minutes until they remember that F.R.I.D.A.Y. could probably help.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.,” Natasha says, “Can you do a scan for Kate?”

“Right away, Agent Romanoff,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. immediately responds.

A few tense moments pass before the A.I. speaks back up, “It would appear that Kate is in the ventilation system above her bedroom.”

Natasha and Wanda both let out relieved sighs.

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Wanda says as they both head to Kate’s bedroom.

“Remind me to kill Clint later for showing her the vents,” Natasha grumbles to Wanda.

It takes little work to get where Kate is actually hiding. When they do reach her Kate cheers and insists she won the game.

Wanda and Natasha can’t help but agree and laugh.

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After the near heart attack Kate had given her parents, Wanda suggested they all watch some TV to wind down before bed. They were currently all snuggling on the couch watching some Bluey at Kate's request.

As another episode comes on, Kate turns to Natasha, "Mama?"

"Yes, baby?" Natasha looks down at Kate.

Kate just holds her hands up to Natasha.

Natasha smiles softly and gently brings Kate into her arms. Kate immediately melts into Natasha's embrace and rests her head onto her chest, closing her eyes. She is asleep within minutes.

Natasha snuggles with Kate all the time. But being able to hold her like this, so close, this version of her; Natasha feels her heart swell.

She feels Wanda's warm hand caress her cheek, wiping away a tear she didn't know escaped her eye.

In a few days, they might have a cure or counterspell for this, but for now, she is going to enjoy the small glimpse into Kate's childhood that she has.

After meeting Wanda's equally emotional gaze, Natasha leans down to press a loving kiss to the top of Kate's head.

[roses-dreams-andthorns]

Can i request the Mafia fish with Introvert!reader who’s rarely interact with people and they found out that they’re reader’s muse for painting art bcus all reader can think about is them HSSBSJA

I CRAVE FLUFF TO SLEEP PEACEFULLY

Mafia fish it is!! hehehe

GN! Reader

Floyd

He's quite scary to you, since he's so extroverted, and he's so engergetic, while you're just a silent, no energy person. He likes to sqeeze you quite often, so often you've begun to recognize his footsteps. Though he may be scary, you can't seem to get him off your mind, so... you make him your little guinea pig. He gets to sqeeze you? You get to use him as an art guinea pig, fair is fair, after all. Of course, you weren't gonna announce to him that he's your art guinea pig, who knows what he'd do to you...

"Whatcha drawing shrimpy-chan?" He suddenly said from behind you. He had entered your art room without you noticing, and now you've got yourself in a sticky situation, looking at him with a half shocked, half terrified look on your face. He laughs at you.

"Awww shrimpy! don't be scared! I just wanna see! Is that me?" he asks, you turn away and slowly nod, and he sqeezes you as if it were his last day on earth.

"Awwww! Shrimpy!!! You drew meeeee!" he laughs, you cough from how he's sqeezing you, and he puts you down.

You stay silent for a moment, before silently speaking, "W-well... you get to sqeeze me all the time, so.... its only fair if I get to use you as my art guinea pig in exchange..." He laughs.

"Hahahaha! Shrimpy is so funny!" he smiles with his sharp teeth, "Can I watch you draw??" He asks, you nod slowly, making him jump slightly in happiness, "yaaaay!"

Jade

Like Floyd, he's also scary to you, he's not the type of person you'd wanna get in the bad side of, though most of the time you avoid him, you do see him in the halls once in a while, and when you do, he gives you a smile that looks nice, but probably has some sinister plan underneath that has you involved. even though you've only seen him those few times, and how scary he is, you can't seem to get him out of your head, so you tend to draw him often, very regular, gentlemanly poses, nothing strange.

"an exquisite painting of me you've done, darling." you hear his voice linger behind you, making you jump, with a slight "eep!" escaping your mouth, he chuckles softly

"No need to be afraid... I quite like it." he says, smiling. you silently ask "Really?" he chuckles again.

"but of course, never had I seen someone as talented in art as you... This is because I was on your mind, yes?" he asked, dang... he caught you red handed.

Azul

Ah, yes, Azul Ashengrotto. Despite his powerful reputation as the owner of Monstro Lounge and dormleader of Octavinelle, you find him quite pretty, you two have some of the same classes together, and sometimes you can't help but secretly stare at him, you sometimes have a tendancy to draw him in your sketchbooks, in fact, 50% of your most recent sketchbook is filled with drawings of him, little notes on the drawings like "Pretty..." or "He's very cool..."

Though you haven't interacted often, he seems knows you quite well, which scares you, because, well... What if he finds your sketchbook? What will he say about all the drawings of him that are there? Would he think you're creepy? It's something you panic about almost everyday.

Your favorite place to draw is in the bontanical garden, because its just so pretty there... you sigh, as even when Azul isn't in seeing distance, you still can't seem to get him out of your head, his eyes, glasses, face, hair, personality... its all stuck in there like it was superglued in there, so you draw him. You don't draw anything strange, of course, you only draw him normally, sometimes doing full body, sometimes doing bust-up drawings... and you even draw little chibis too.

"How cute..." you hear a familiar voice behind you, causing you to jump, immediately holding your sketchbook in your arms and turning to see the person behind you. and of course... It was none other than the person you were just drawing, Azul Ashemgrotto. You enter a state of panic, 'what's he gonna say??? What do I do????'

He laughs lightly, "No need to panic, I don't bite." he says, "I simply came to admire your art, the drawings you do of me are always quite amazing."

And that didn't help calm down your panic, you ushered a small "Y-you saw them?" with a stuttered, quite and soft voice, clearly shaking.

He smiles, "Yes, I did, but I really like your drawings, I'm... actually flattered you think I'm so pretty..." he says, his face turning a bit red from blush, and his voice going softer, as you your eyes, as you stop panicing, you ask him softly "so you... don't find it weird...?"

"Of course not... It... actually makes me quite happy... But please don't tell Floyd and Jade or anyone I said that! They'd tease me mercilessly..." he said as he sighed, you chuckle a bit.

"Hehehe... I won't... And... I'm... glad you like my drawings..." you say quietly with a smile.

[stardustcleaningguy]

ok im back to rant abt more saverem twins autism things :P

in my last post (which if you havent seen, was me reblogging @dragons1re ‘s post about the plant powers as a metaphor for autism/autistic traits) i didnt really go into much detail about knives because i was a little too focussed in the fact there is another autistic vash truther out there .. but im gonna talk abt knives now.

like i said before i dont necessarily think that knives has enough control over his outbursts to really be completely proud of them, but also when you are the person known for having regular outbursts and are considered ‘dangerous’ or ‘weird’ by neurotypical society, it begins to become a part of how you view yourself as a person (or at least thats how it was for me as a kid - a lot of my autism hcs are based directly off my own experiences). i mean this in the way that once you have that impression established of you - that you are strange and offputting and scary - its very hard to overcome the perception of others and seem ‘normal’ and so you just kinda give up, and accept your role.

this is how knives’ behaviour appears to me, from an early age people have this perception that hes hard to deal with and has big outbursts of emotion which he struggles to control - and even when he DOES learn more ways to control it, he still refuses to mask because hes continuing to play into the general perception of him by neurotypical (aka human) society. he lets his emotions control him because he doesnt see any point in masking - i mean what would it change if he did try and act normal? the humans already know hes a dangerous monster freak right? i was only able to change from this mindset because my environment and the people around me changed but because of the magnitude of knives’ actions hes unable to do this - until the very end when he finds humans that dont just see him as a dangerous creature but an actual person who just wants safety for him and his brother (but then he gets appled so …)

also im not really saying that knives thinks of himself as a monster, he just knows that humans have that impression of him and instead of trying way too hard to appear normal like vash, he leans more into the role of ‘weird dangerous monster’. hes super scared of humans (the same way an autistic person may become fearful of neutotypical society because of the way they have been treated within it) so thats another reason why he has this whole im super dangerous and evil thing going on even though he spends most of his time napping. top 10 people comitted to the bit

idk this rant MIGHT have gotten a little too tangent-y and i MIGHT be projecting onto knives just a teensy little bit but it was fun to write so wuteva !!!!!!!! (also all of this is specifically discussing trigun maximum - i luuuuv maximum)

[mod-kyoko]

Hello! Id like to make another request! So this one is not exactly nsfw in the general sense, but does involve link, although it does seem thats alright on this blog

Would it be possible to make hcs or a story (both are completely alright) with the scenario where gender-neutral reader meets Gundham Tanaka, and it starts off with fearplay vibes before becoming fluff later? (Reader starts off intimidated/scared of Gundham, but warms up to him)

Thank you a lot for reading and potentially considering this! Its alright if youd prefer nto to write it of course too!

gundham tanaka w/ reader that's scared of him (then warms up to him)

info: gn!reader, kinda nsfw?, fearplay kink, reader is DOWN BAD

type: hc format, in neo world program

a/n: I had no idea what to even call this ask lmfao, I love this funky nerdy DND soundin' ass mfker

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waking up on this strange island, meeting the oddball of characters made you stand out if anything

still you made introductions around the island, everyone seemed like fun people... even hiyoko and fuyuhiko weren't as scary as they should be. but that might just be because they were short..

you last stop was the... ranch? why was there a ranch on an island?

ignoring the strange logic you noticed a boy you hadn't met before

...

he looked like dracula's son

now, you weren't one to judge another by the cover, even with nekomaru large size and ibuki's punky attire you didn't judge base off looks

but with him... you felt nervous to even approach him, his mere aura made a tight cramp form in your stomach and you face felt hot

was that a scar over his eye?!

and his arm is bandaged... was he a dangerous person?

you approached him cautiously, he seemed to be in thought and didn't notice you until you spoke up

"h-hi... I'm-"

"fuhahaha! do you wish to know my name?"

"uhm.. I didn't say-"

"very well, you may be graced by the Lord of Ice himself; listen well for I am GUNDHAM TANAKA! supreme overlord of ice and destroyer of worlds! cower in fear at my power!"

you were doing just that

even though it sounded ridiculous to hear it from a human being's mouth, somehow you felt like he was really a 'destroyer of worlds' from how he presented himself

you stood there with wide eyes, you had to admit that you were actually afraid of him... more so than the other students on this island

he chuckled and crossed his arms, leering at you

"well, mortal? are you truly speechless at the supreme form of the dark lord? my all-seeing eyes see your shaking form!"

indeed, you were shaking in your shoes and you tried to hide it by saying that it was just cold although he went on a rant that his title of 'lord as ice' gives such an aura

whilst he was rambling, your eyes looked him over

he seemed pretty fit and your eyes admittedly stare at his chest, your face couldn't help but heat up

this was weird... you were scared and intimidated by him, yet you found his appearance and demeanour very attractive

supreme overlord of ice... you wondered if you could be his loyal minion and to follow his every beck and call

whilst staring, you noticed his scarf was moving around and your gasp got his attention

"kehehehe...how lucky of a mortal you are that my four dark devas of destruction are not hungry, for as they are violent as they look..."

he pulled at his scarf and... four little hamsters scurried around him

gundham told you their names, adding dramatic flair to each one of them

however, you were mainly focused on how cute they were! you couldn't help but pet one of them much to gundham's surprise

"they are so... terrifyingly cute!"

gundham began to blush and hide part of his face into his scarf

"hm... it seems you have an affinity with even my dark devas... they would not usually allow mortals to touch them. perhaps you have a hidden dark power not even yourself know."

you had absolutely no idea what he was talking about but it intrigued you regardless, still petting his little hamsters

that was when you were made aware of his talent as an ultimate 'breeder'... so he works with animals? huh...

maybe you were quick to judge his character, even if he is still kind of... scary, he must have a heart of gold to love animals this much

you walked back with gundham to the hotel whilst he went on and on about demons and... deities, something like that. you just stared at him for the rest of the way

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-Mod Kirumi