#like how is this supposed to be faster than traditional?

[petitepatateuwu]

If you ever ask, I am in constant life support and trying to finish my school assignments. I still managed to do this somehow.

[xayasmrxsoftlyx]

Imagine...

Imagine you recently moved to the outskirts of a forest. The nature is beautiful and you do your part to keep it that way. You plant pollinator friendly flowers, rabbit friendly herbs, deer friendly bushes, you put out bird feeders, hummingbird feeders, squirrel feeders (though honestly, it's just extra bird feeders with less specific seeds since you noticed the birds didn't always eat the variety equally). Hell, you even changed out your lawn from traditional grass to clover and native wild flowers to use less water. You've been putting in a lot of effort to keep things nice for nature-- it's certainly been noticed, too.

In fact, you've no idea of the amount of eyes watching your beauty preserve nature's beauty- and to them you are nature's finest beauty. Looking at your plush body care for, tend to, and love the very things that feed their lives' essence; it's a sight that cannot be beat. At first, it was a competition amongst the forest. Who was yours? Who you belonged to? Now, now they understand that just like you work so hard to aid all of them, they can all share, love, tend to, and care for you, as well.

Imagine the first you meet, unbeknownst to you, is planned- it's all planned. You're sitting outside on a blanket, book in hand, just enjoying some rare free time when you hear a loud buzzing. It sounds as if a humming bird were flying right beside your ear. Yet, when you look up, it's certainly not that far from the truth despite not being completely correct in concept.

He's shorter than you, but not by much, barely hovering a foot off the ground. He hides half his body behind your oak tree- the one with all your feeders on it. He's got brilliant colors and jerks almost completely behind the tree when your eyes meet. (He's supposed to be speaking to you but when his eyes met your own shining gaze, he couldn't help but grow shy.) Your sweet, comforting scent has wafted in the air, stirred up in part by his own rapidly fluttering wings. He's buzzing with anxiety and adrenaline, the need to prove and show you his skills battling with his fear of your rejection. Now that he's gotten so close to those plump cheeks, he needs to kiss. Now that he's seen how soft and warm you are he needs to get closer; he needs to feel how soft and plush you are as he clings to your chubby form from his own anxiety.

Imagine you softly call out to him, voice sounding like both the sweetest lullaby to soothe his racing heart and mind and also just like home- like the sound he'd come come to with a nest full of little hatchlings and your warmth shared. It's that thought that spurs him into action, faster than you could reasonably expect. After all, the speed he can achieve gets to nearly the same as a traditional hummingbird.

He's higher in the air than you'd ever think he'd go, he shoots down, nearly towards you- no, definitely towards you, nearly at you the speed of which creates a loud chirp and you hear the sweet melody of whistles erupt from him as he's closer to you. As he hovers before you, dance still pumping adrenaline through him, he's more than proud of the awed expression you've been unable to shake. When you close your book and set it down to completely give him your full attention, he preens at your acceptance. You may not fully understand your own consent to his courtship, but the primal, feral instinct within him is more than satisfied with your open attraction and silent acceptance of him into your space- your life. He lingers by you for a moment and when he doesn't hide or fly away from you, it indicates he's comfortable enough with you. You smile and begin to speak.

Imagine you still keep your voice soft, welcoming for him. It's so, so sweet of you to care so much for him already- such a precious, soft, sweet mate you are already without hardly trying. You introduce yourself to him- you give him your name! As you do so, he flits around you with little twirls and swoops in his own excitement. Instinctually, you hold your hand out to shake. He grabs it instantaneously within his own soft, warm grasp. He holds your hand, enjoying how his hands are still just a smidge bigger than your own little, pudgy ones; even if it's barely noticeable to you, he can tell. You give the shared grasp a shake but he doesn't release you, instead he uses it to hover closer to you. (He's tempted to swoop into your outreached arm and cuddle into your side, he's strongly resisting that temptation. The mantra in his head is "not now, don't do it, not now...")

You smell like the flowers you plant, the earthiness of fresh watered soil, and there's a warmth beneath it all he can't place. It's enchanting, nearly hypnotizing. (Fuck, the other's are going to drool over your scent later when they get closer- maybe even over him if it's strong enough lingering on him after he meets you.) When he finally releases, he gives you his own name breathlessly with a giant blush upon his cheeks. His feathers puff up around him in his embarrassment before he dashes off towards the forest. As he does so, he pauses to look back at you every few yards. Instead of following you like he's silently urging and beckoning you to do, you smile, little puffy cheeks rounding adorably as you tell him "see you soon!" (fuck- his heart is going as fast as his wings and that cannot be healthy)

Imagine you start seeing Calypte more often. In fact, you start meeting him in your garden at least twice a week. After your first week, you begin to bring him fruit to eat, since you didn't quite think he drank from the hummingbird feeder like his look alike. The first time he ate the orange so ravenously for you that you never stopped. He knows that in nature, if he were true to his counterpart, he wouldn't be building the nest- you would. He knows in nature his counterparts instinct wouldn't be to linger after copulation, but he supposes that side of him is entirely the human part.

The need to preen and nest for you, the need to stay by your side, the need for you attention, for your care, for your love. That is surely, entirely his humanity. After all, hybrids are different from their animal inspiration. They're an interesting amalgamation of all the best parts of both. That's why they were created, why they were designed, right? Before the humanity and ethics caught up to it all, anyway. His parents acted very human after all, it just depended on genetics. However you.... you brought the humanity out of him. You bring the humanity out of him. It thrills him, makes him feel alive, and he can not get enough of it- of you.

[tearsofastraeax]

naughty | könig x f!reader

you're on krampus' naughty list and it's time to collect the dept

cw: 18+, krampus au, monster!könig, kidnapping, spanking, cunnilingus, dub-con (maybe non-con but krampus!könig is a hottie so also not really)

'twas the night before st nicholas day, the streets were filled with warm lights illuminating the snow-covered little village you were staying in. it was so peaceful and quiet. large mountains erupted in the distance, the stars dancing in the night sky. your breath slowly eased out as you buried deeper into your bed, staring out at the landscape outside of the window, your eyelids growing heavy, and eventually you drifted off to sleep. 

soft images of giant horned creatures drifted through your dreams, the warmth of torches, breathless screams and little giggles of children filling your ears. it was the first time you had ever experienced this strange folklore tradition. but the krampus parades in austria were one of your main goals of this trip, so you were buzzing with excitement when you had finally been able to experience one. 

clearly this excitement ebbed over into your dream, because you could have sworn it felt a little too real, like the soft cedar smell washing over you, or the icy cold drifting over your exposed skin. and even - 

suddenly your eyes shot open as your body was jostled about, your lifeless body slung over someone’s shoulder and moving back and forth with the rhythm of their steps. 

your whole body tensed up, your eyes frantically looking around you, trying to gauge your surroundings. but your heart immediately dropped at the sight of nothing but snowy, dark landscapes around you, the lights of the village miles away. even worse, panic set in when you looked at the man... or creature? that had slung you over his shoulder. it was wrapped up in furs and when you bend your neck to look toward his head you could see two gigantic horns coming out of it. what the hell was going on? were you still dreaming? oh please, you must still be dreaming. because this looked an awful lot like the krampuses you saw at the march around town, only those were costumes. 

panic squeezed your lungs, your heart beating faster and faster, with every step the beast underneath you took, it led you further into the dark, further and further away from the warm and cozy lights of the little village. 

your brain worked in overtime trying to figure out how to get out of this situation and what the hell was even happening? was this supposed to be a joke to scare the tourists? 

you started banging your first on the fur covered back of the giant horned creature. yet nothing but a deep grunt escaped him, the low sound wrapping itself around your cold form, slowly drifting over you and warming your core. 

no. no. no. this was not happening. 

even though your obsession with monster romances and all that good stuff was a thing you could not deny, it was absolutely fucking ridiculous to get turned on by some insane creature kidnapping you. 

instead, or maybe especially to distract from those thoughts, your incessant beating on his back continued, your body squirming on the monster’s shoulder, and your strangled scream twisting through the frozen silence of the snow-covered mountains. 

suddenly a hard slap landed on your naked thigh, just below your butt. you couldn’t help the choking scream that escaped your throat. and you definitely couldn’t help the slight tingling in your core from the warm sting that you could still feel on your skin. 

at this point the blood was rushing in your ears, and you weren’t prepared when the large form of your kidnapper hoisted you down onto a soft surface in what you recognized as a scarcely lit cave. 

the orange light of a crackling bonfire filled the cold cave with gentle warmth. and for the first time you were able to see the creature that abducted you. he was gigantic, larger than any man you had ever seen, his large horns slightly curled towards the back, his long, matted hair fell over his shoulders, his face was covered by a mask, or rather the massive skull of a goat, all you could see were his dark eyes staring back at you. his gigantic body was wrapped in furs, barely hiding the mass of muscles that were contained underneath them. 

"w-what do you want from me?", you managed to press out. your voice wavering with nerves. 

but instead of answering he just stared at you. his dark eyes bore holes through you, and an uneasy feeling ran through your body. but you couldn't lie, somehow, somewhere, a warmth spread through you, shamelessly spreading to your core and heating up the rest of your body. a light blush creeped over your skin at the feeling of his hard gaze on you. 

when he started pulling off the furs covering his upper body you had a hard time to not gape at his sight. you were expecting this human like creature, with his big horns, to be muscular, but this? his pale skin stretched over bulks of inviting valleys and peaks. thick hair covered his body in all the right places, stretching over his chest and trickling into his waistband. your tongue carefully darted out to wet your lips. maybe you shouldn't have done that, because his eyes zeroed in on the movement. his dark gaze coming alive with heat. 

"time for punishment, engel", his gruff voice shook you to your core. 

he bent down over you, your scarcely clothed body pressing further into the furs beneath you. 

"please.. don't." 

your plea didn't even get a response, as he gripped your ankle with his gigantic hand and pulled you closer to him. your chest now barely inches from his naked one. his cedarwood scent washed over you, extending the blush on your skin to a deep crimson. you could feel the heat emitting off his body and now you couldn't deny the wetness gathering between your thighs anymore. 

were you really this desperate? this touch-starved to accept this monster to take you? 

his hands roamed over your flesh and made quick work of your skimpy little pyjama set, which ended up in shreds somewhere on the floor of the cave. the moment he took in your fully naked form was breathtaking, the hunger in his gaze dizzying. 

"you're könig's little bad girl, aren't you? and bad girls need to be punished." 

könig? was that his name, you wondered. but you barely had time to ponder about it, nor the rest of what he had said, before the creature slid off his pants and loomed above you in his wonderfully naked form. his cock eagerly swaying with his movements, the tip a violent shade of red, and the size - my god - the size of him made your mouth water and your legs tremble at the sight of him. 

truly you were at a loss for words, even if you wanted to, you didn't know what to say or do to get out from underneath this gloriously naked monster, but you weren't really sure if you even wanted to. 

without a second more to spare, könig lowered himself onto his knees, spreading your thighs apart and positioning himself in between them. his hands slowly ran over your hot skin, from your legs, slowly over your hips right to your breasts, which he roughly took into his large palms and gave a tight squeeze. a breathless moan escaped you in return, which made an evil twinkle flicker in the creature's eyes. 

he pinched your nipples between his thick thumbs and index fingers, making you squirm beneath him. and cruelly enough he squeezed them so hard you gasped, a lone tear sliding down your cheek, as the fire in your core was threatening to consume you. 

the look on his half-covered face could be nothing else than contentment, this fucker was enjoying punishing you, for whatever insane reason he thought you deserved it. 

and punishing he did. one of his hands continued to twist and pull on your sensitive nipples, the other ripping off the skull that had covered face and for the first time you could take in your kidnapper fully. he was beautiful, so rough and scarred, but so incredibly beautiful that your heart missed a beat. his magnetic eyes were given even more expression by the heavy set of brows above them, his cheekbones and jawline so sharp and masculine, your mouth started to water.

you were getting so lost in him you barely realized when his wonderfully biteable lips started to drag open mouthed kisses down your stomach, along the inside of your thighs and finally oh so teasingly around your wet core. his intense eyes looked deep into yours, his face was just a breath away from your clitoris, his warm exhales teasing you and making you lose your mind. 

"you're enjoying this, aren't you, kleiner engel? but this was supposed to be a punishment." 

his deep voice felt like it revibrated through you, teasing your aching cunt. thankfully he didn't wait too long before his mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking hard on it and biting down. a desperately deep moan entangled with a gut-wrenching scream escaped your lips. you weren't sure if you'd survive the punishment, especially if this was just the beginning. 

könig started to unabashedly lap up your juices, his tongue gliding from your entrance to your clit over and over again. his pace punishingly slow, until you could barely take it anymore, your desperate pleas and moans filling the silence of the cave around you. then he slowly dragged a thick finger around your entrance, collecting your wetness there and before you knew it, he was pumping his finger into you, curling inside you and starting an unrelentless pace. 

you were desperate to hold onto something, your hands finding his thick horns, grabbing them like your life depended on it. and you were nearly too ashamed to admit, but holding him like this felt good, with his head between your legs, you started to move in unison with his rhythm, fucking yourself on his face and finger. and it seemed like he liked it, because you could see a mischievous grin on his features, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you. and you liked it too, so much so, that the heat in your belly felt like it consumed you whole, the tingling and sparks spreading out into every single little corner of your body. your toes curling, your body jerking away from his passionate assault, but his gruff hands held onto you roughly. there was nowhere to go. you closed your eyes, seeing stars behind them. you came with a violent shake of your body, a desperate moan escaping you, his name on your lips. 

slowly but surely, you got pulled back to reality when a sudden hard smack on your inner thigh made your eyes fly open. your gaze immediately landing on the giant monster between your legs. 

"i'm not done with you yet, engel." his smile spread his lips apart and showed off his teeth in such a grotesquely beautiful way. your juices were spread all over his chin and shining in the low lightning of the bonfire. 

for a brief second a thought ran through your mind; would you ever escape this cave alive? would you even want to? 

[perfectlyoongi]

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who taught you how to play the guitar when you were still teenagers. it took a lot of words from you to convince Yoongi to teach you a mere chord; it took even more words from you to convince Yoongi to teach you a song; but it didn’t take any words from you to make Yoongi’s soul dance every time you played. lost in his thoughts, Yoongi didn’t pay attention to the songs you played; too focused on that comfort that soothed his soul, Yoongi didn’t seem to notice your presence at all. but it was you. the way you looked beautiful holding the guitar. the way you smiled when you made a harder transition. the way your eyes sparkled with pure pride at having managed to complete a song. Yoongi didn’t notice your presence, Yoongi felt your presence. “you can be really annoying when you want, but i think it’s just your way of confessing your love for me. isn’t it? come on, admit it.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who picks you up at home every day before work. even though he didn’t live close to you, Yoongi made an effort to wake up half an hour earlier just to greet you in the morning with a sweet smile. for Yoongi, a good day started with you. still driven by sleep, tired from work, you always greeted Yoongi with a small smile and a wink. and Yoongi’s heart beat a little faster at your greeting. with a slow and shuffling step, you and Yoongi walked to your work together, often watching the sunrise in tones of complicity and passion, every day planning the morning of the next day. “good morning. today is colder than normal, do you want my scarf? i don’t mind lending it to you. i just don’t want you to get sick because then i’ll have to take care of you and i don’t feel like it. just that.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who thinks about your friendship when he takes the subway with you. coming home from work was an exhausting task; after a long day of meetings, socializing, and tension, you just wanted to rest as quickly as possible. so, every day, Yoongi would pick you up from work and take you to the subway, where he would walk you home. it was a routine of yours that came from your teenage years, it was often the only time when you and Yoongi allowed yourselves to feel and let all the defences put up by both of you collapse — all that mattered was that at that moment, you and Yoongi were together. from teenagers to now. how was Yoongi not supposed to feel something for you? “i think i look at you more than i should. i think when i laugh with you my laughter sounds like love. and i’m afraid because that’s true.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who fell in love with you on a late spring afternoon when cherry blossoms adorned your hair. it was customary for you and Yoongi to have a small picnic with the arrival of spring — a good luck ritual you invented when exams were more complicated, a ritual that, so far, had proven useful. but, if this picnic was already your tradition, why was it that late afternoon that you, painted by the sun, sculpted by the breeze, decorated with the cherry tree, gave a little kiss to Yoongi’s soul? would it have been your laugh when a shower of petals drenched you in pure innocence? would it have been your gaze so bright and deep that Yoongi got lost every time he looked at you? or would it have simply been you harvesting the plant that you had planted inside Yoongi a long time ago? “you are so beautiful when the universe praises your essence, it is impossible for me not to fall into your charms. you have power over me, a magic that just comforts my heart every time i’m with you.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who stops the feeling inside him from expanding throughout his soul. although Yoongi’s heart had been completely surrendered to you for years, Yoongi thought that it was in the soul that true feelings were lodged; and as such, he could not feel. not when you were his best friend. not when you two have been through so much together. not when you… you. how was Yoongi able to block his feelings? his soul was an empty mold, yearning for a filling that would set fire to Yoongi’s essence and make him realize that life isn’t that bad. his soul was a small candle, made with the most lasting loneliness, plunged in the most continuous yearning. Yoongi just needed to let go, let his soul explore your entire essence. but that would never happen, it couldn’t happen — Yoongi couldn’t lose you. “i’m trying to realize what rivers flow in me and, until then, i just know that i can’t let myself drown in these feelings. not when you’re riding my waves of uncertainty.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who starts to see little hearts during his days. it felt like the universe was mocking Yoongi, showing him so many times what Yoongi didn’t like to give. everywhere he looked, little hearts appeared like drops of water, drenching Yoongi in a love he didn’t want to give. it was in the flowers, in their beautiful pattern. it was in the clouds, in their enviable cuteness. it was in the papers torn and thrown on the floor, in their forgotten words. everywhere, Yoongi saw heart, and everywhere, Yoongi thought of you. “my stubbornness doesn't let me accept my feelings, but when the universe is constantly reminding me of you, it becomes kind of impossible for me to forget the feelings i have for you.”

BEST-FRIEND!YOONGI who confessed on a cold winter morning when the sun was beginning to break through the sky. Yoongi said the pink on his cheeks was because of the cold wind that morning. Yoongi said his nervousness was because of a meeting he had later. Yoongi said his lack of words was because of a sore throat. but Yoongi also told you that he liked you. when the shy yellow of the sun began to emerge through the thick clouds, starting to gently paint the entire sky, the entire world, Yoongi sighed, cooled his cheeks with his cold hands, took two deep breaths and just told you “i like you. in a way i’m not supposed to feel. in a way that i’m afraid to admit, but that i really need to get this weight off of me. no. it’s not a burden. it’s a feeling. it’s so light that it just warms my soul. yes. i like you, in a way that warms me inside.”

[mydearesthrry]

sweet nothing - h.s.

a/n: TOTALLY LOST THE PLOT WHILE WRITING THIS. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BASED OFF OF THE PICTURE BELOW BUT I GOT DISTRACTED. pls listen to sweet nothing by taylor swift for the full experience!!!

🎀 warnings/cw: none, most tooth rotting fluff ever.

🐇 pairing: fem!reader x harry styles

💐 wc: 1.6k

summary: taking care of a very sleepy harry in an ice bath, and in the car.

“H, the bath is ready, bub.” Harry heard his girlfriend call quietly to him. He was slumped on the couch, this show particularly draining. He was quieter than usual, and instead of being glued to Y/N’s side like he usually was, he let one kiss to her full lips suffice before he decided to rest. 

“Mm, thank you, lovie. I’ll… I’ll be there in a second, jus’ don’t have the energy to go there right now.” His limbs were sore, almost every part of his body completely lost of energy, and he found it hard to even entertain the thought of getting up. 

“Okay… y’know what, just let me help you, H. The faster we get you into this bath, the faster we can go back to the hotel so you can sleep.” He knew she was right, and because he knew she was right, he allowed her to help (though not really at all since he already had felt bad that she ran the ice bath for him) him get to the bathroom. They walked slowly to the connected bathroom, Harry walking zombie-like in her arms. 

“Ready, sweet boy?” She tried to be as quiet as possible, the fact that Harry probably had a headache in the front of her mind. He nodded softly, stripping down to his boxers before letting her help him balance as he stepped into the bath. 

A wince immediately left him, Y/N whispering out ‘I’m sorry’s, knowing how shocking the bath was at first. She lowered herself with him, and sat on the floor next to the bucket when he sat down, submersing himself fully. 

“Okay bubs, y’know we’ve gotta do this so you don’t fall asleep on me. You ready?” Y/N says, pulling out her phone to pull up the trivia questions she’d pre written for the late night ice bath trivia that had become a tradition for them. Harry hums, and she flips to her notes to start. 

“Pick the category, my love. We’ve got pop culture, or the Marvel Cinematic Universe.” She asked, looking up at him, heart breaking a little at the exhausted expression that was obvious on his face. 

“Marvel.” He mumbles, sinking himself lower until his neck up was the only part of his body above water. 

“Okay… Timer officially starts now. Who played the character Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver?” Her tone was soft, almost at a whisper. 

“Umm… Aaron Taylor Johnson?” Harry questioned, racking his brain to try his hardest to stay awake. His body had now gotten used to the stark cold that he’d slowly started to get used to over the times he’s done this on tour. 

“Good job, baby. What was the name of Peter Parker’s love interest in Spider-Man: Homecoming? This one should be easy, it’s one of my favorite movies.” She giggled, a serene sense of peace overcoming her at the domesticity of it all. 

“It is easy, she’s called Liz, right? Liz Allan, or something.” His eyes were now closed, feeling the tension in his body slowly disintegrate from the cold of the water. 

“Perfect! Though the both of us know that Peter and MJ were the better couple, they were entirely more in love and cuter.” She smiled. 

“Oh, really? Like us then, hm?” Harry hummed. 

“Yes, H, exactly like us.” A few more questions had passed, and Lloyd had now come to join them in the bathroom, his camera hung around his neck. They’d anticipated him coming anyway, knowing that he would come to snap some behind the scenes pictures. Before they’d even left to go to his dressing room, they’d told Lloyd when to come in so that he could come talk to them. 

“Hey guys, sorry for intruding, but I need one of you to pick a few pictures for tonight so I can get them edited by tomorrow.” Lloyd tried to keep his voice quiet too, knowing the kind of atmosphere he was entering before he even came to meet the two in the bathroom. 

“Oh yeah, of course, did you want some pictures too?” Harry smiled, a tired but polite look on his face. Harry had built a great relationship with Lloyd over the months that they’ve been on tour, and they’d gotten more comfortable with each other than they’d anticipated. 

“Only if you’re comfortable, H.” Lloyd smiled. Y/N and Lloyd talked for a second, scrolling through pictures and picking out a few for him to edit. The time they took allowed Harry to rest in the cold for a little, before pushing himself up and folding over, dipping his head into the ice cold water. He could faintly hear Lloyd’s footsteps move to the front of the tub, along with the flicking of the camera shutter going off as he lifted his head out of the tub, ringing out his hair from the nape of his neck to the front of his scalp. 

A couple more flutters from the camera shutters were heard when Harry was rubbing his eyes with the pruny tips of his fingers, and he failed to see the smile on Lloyd’s face. 

Lloyd pulled the camera from his eyes, looking at the digital screen that held a preview of the picture. In the corner, slightly blurred because of the harsh focus that was set on Harry in the center, say Y/N with a soft smile playing on her lips, a moony gaze in her eyes. He made a mental note to send it to them later, and to also crop her out in the final edit in an attempt to salvage their private relationship. 

“Perfect. I’ll let you two rest now, think I’m gonna head to the hotel now myself. Sleep well, you guys, I’ll send you the pictures in the morning.” Lloyd smiles at them, sharing goodnights before closing the door behind him as he walked out. 

Harry’s now damp hair was combed back by his fingers and rested on the top of his head, save for the rogue curl that shriveled in a tiny curl on his forehead. Y/N rested her arms on the side of the tub, a gleam in her eyes as she watched Harry’s relaxed expression. Her timer, however, had different plans for the relaxed couple, and went off with shrill screams, notifying them that it was now time for Harry to leave the bath. 

“Alright sweet boy, time to go.” She tapped on her screen to stop the ringing, standing up to grab his black and white striped towel. She met him in the middle, her boyfriend already standing on the towel that laid outside of the tub, water droplets falling from his body in a soft cascade, small shivers shaking his shoulders slightly. Wrapping the towel around his shoulders, she pushes herself up onto her tiptoes to meet the level of his face, pecking soft kisses onto his cold lips. They stayed in that position for a bit, waiting for Harry’s skin to absorb the rest of the small water droplets. 

She led him with a soft tug to the main space in the dressing room, taking the outfit she’d gotten ready for him while he was on stage from the makeup chair and placed it onto the couch. Leaning down a bit, she took the towel to let him remove his now soaked briefs, before passing him a pair of boxers, tossing his towel onto the back of the couch. She passed him his clothes as he dressed himself slowly, humming at the words of love and admiration he sleepily spewed out. Once he got his last article of clothing on, she took his hoodie strings into her hands and tugged it down softly, making him lean down a bit to meet her lips. 

Their lips connected in a soft caress, his bottom lip wedges in between her two lips, a sweet hum emitting from his throat from the taste of her coconut flavored chapstick, one that was his favorite. Something that could only be described as love seemed to fill the room whenever they had these kinds of moments. Moments that was completely and purely their own. 

They broke away from the kiss, and when Harry went to say something, a yawn cut him off, mouth opening wide making him resemble something of a lion, making a giggle fall from her slightly swollen lips. “Let’s get you into a bed, sleepy boy.” 

“M’kay.” Harry didn’t put up a fight, wanting to get into bed with her to snuggle more than anything. 

They walked through the halls of the venue, pushing through the back door where their driver was already waiting for them, engine started and purring softly. Y/N opens the back car door, stepping in and moving to the side since she knew Harry would follow her. The driver muttered that it would take them about 5 to 10 minutes to get to the hotel before taking off without another word. 

Y/N snapped her seatbelt on, a confused twinge on her face when she didn’t see Harry do the same. Instead, he scooted over to the middle seat, laying into her sleepily. “H, you gotta put on your seatbelt.” 

“Noooo, s’not even that far, and I jus’ wan’ y’to hold me right now.” He mumbled, slightly muffled from the way he burrowed his face into her neck. She sighed in slight exasperation, saying nothing and just letting him completely collapse and rest into her. He was almost laying completely in her lap, her hand in his hair, a soft smile playing on her lips as she looked out the window and into the city. 

She let out a tiny giggle when she felt the slight tickle of stubble on her neck, followed by sweet kisses on the expanse of it. “I love you, love y’so much, it hurts.” 

“I love you, H.” She intertwined their fingers together, bringing up his hand to her mouth and pressing featherlight kisses onto his knuckles. 

“I love you,” Harry whined, making the smallest of smiles cover her face since knew how clingy and lovey Harry got when he was tired. She tried to relish in these moments as much as possible. 

“I love you, sweet boy, the Peter Parker to my Michelle Jones.” A sweet giggle sounded from Harry as he remembered the conversation from earlier. 

“Entirely in love and cute. I agree.” 

[wolfclan-gen]

WOLFCLAN: MOON 16.5

"What's that weird thing around his neck?" "He smells funny." "Why's he always asleep? Doesn't he want to explore the camp?"

Rapidwind sighed. His kits were at the age where they had endless questions about everything around them, and asked faster than he could answer. "He came from far away. He smells funny and wears that thing around his neck because he didn't live with a clan, he lived with big animals called 'Twolegs'. Try not to bother him, he's hurt and he's been through a lot. He needs rest. And, um, don't tell him he smells funny. That's rude."

Robinkit, crawling up Rapidwind's back, managed to tumble over his father's head and fall into his paws. Rapidwind avoided the impulse to itch his face where the kit's tail tickled it - Indigoleaf would be furious if he accidentally wiped the poultice off his snout. Again. "But, but, why is he here now?" Robinkit mewed, before Finchkit interrupted by pouncing on his brother.

"Because… Twolegs don't like cats." Rapidwind answered. But was that true? His old clanmate, Terracotta, had claimed most Twolegs were kind. But she had been hurt and thrown out by them too, hadn't she? "So stay away from them. Just like you'd stay away from wolves, or coyotes, or eagles."

"And foxes and snakes and owls!" Oriolekit added. "Is that where we come from?"

Rapidwind stared at the kit for a moment, caught off-guard. "What do you mean, where you come from?"

"Badgerstripe said you brought us to camp." Oriolekit continued, and now her brothers were also looking up at Rapidwind. "Did you get us from Twolegs, like Shimmerstar brought Dusty back to camp?"

Rapidwind knew they'd ask about their origin eventually, but he hadn't settled on how much he would share. "No, you didn't come from Twolegs." He eventually answered. "You're clan-born, because I'm your dad."

"Badgerstripe said most cats have two parents." Oriolekit's gaze was more prying than Rapidwind thought was possible for a kit.

Badgerstripe needs to mind his own business. "That's true." He admitted. He couldn't lie to them. "You're my kits. And you also have a mother." Robinkit opened his mouth, about to speak, but Rapidwind laid his tail over the kit's muzzle. "Hush, just listen. She lived far away, with other cats. She didn't think it was safe to raise kits there, but she couldn't leave, because she was loyal to them too. So we decided you would grow up here, because WolfClan will care for any cat that needs help. Little kits like you, and old kittypets like Dusty."

Rapidwind realized his kits were all looking up at him, wide-eyed. "Does that answer your question?"

Finchkit nodded. "So, does everyone else know our mother?"

"No, I don't think so." Rapidwind glanced around the cave, but it was empty besides him, his kits, and the sleeping Dusty. "A long time ago, back when I was as little as you and the clan lived somewhere else, cats weren't supposed to have families outside their clan. Now that we live in the mountains things are different, but... I thought it was best if I didn't tell everyone. All that matters is that you're here, with me."

Rapidwind assumed that he and Shimmerstar were the only ones to actually remember living with the old codes and traditions. Indigoleaf, Badgerstripe, and Polecatspot had been too young at the time. When they fled to the mountains, it had felt like those restrictions were left behind, and all that mattered was that they would take care of each other. Shimmerstar hadn't punished Rapidwind when he brought his half-clan kits to camp, and treated the kits with the same kindness that they had shown Rapidwind when he was little, but it was obvious that the leader was actively avoiding the subject of WolfClan's deputy breaking the old clan's rules.

"Well, I like being here." Robinkit announced, his squeaky mew as serious as he could make it. Rapidwind didn't miss how he was starting to get fidgety.

"I like it more!" Oriolekit mewed back, and swiped a paw at Robinkit. Robinkit swiped back, and the two started wrestling.

Finchkit bonked his head against Rapidwind's flank, purring. "I like that we get to be with you."

Rapidwind curled his tail around Finchkit, both of them watching the others play-fight. "I like that you get to be with me, too."

[inuiiwonderland]

Twisted Captivity

Chapter 3

Twst third years x fem reader

A/n: Sorry for the long wait! This chapter is a bit longer than the first and second one so I hope you guys enjoy! Also sorry for any spelling mistakes and grammar it’s like really late rn and I’m sleep deprived😵‍💫

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You spent half an hour talking to both ace and deuce in the heartslabyul enclosure. The two were absolutely curious creatures. They asked all sorts of questions about humans and what they eat. (With the best of their ability since they couldn’t speak the human language all to well)

You of course answered their questions with the best of your ability. While the three of you chatted you also decided to ask your fair share of questions about merpeople.

The two of them were rather thrilled when you asked. With the little bit of human language that they know, they started telling you about all sorts of traditions, stories, and cultures about them and their people. You were amazed as you wrote everything- well rather try since they said so much you couldn’t keep up.

You were all so caught up in the conversation that you didn’t realize that you still had to go visit the savanaclaw enclosure!

“Shit! I’m so sorry you two but I have to go!”

“Go?”

“Why?”

“I forgot that Crowley also asked for me to go visit the savanaclaw enclosure! Shoot I’m late! Bye guys I’ll see you two later!” You quickly grabbed your things and bolted right out of there. The two mermen sadly watched as you left.

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You ran as fast as you could to get to the next enclosure that you were supposed to be at 20 minutes ago.

Your lungs burned and your legs felt wobbly but you decided to ignore it all and push yourself to run even faster. The relief that ran through your body when the doors to the enclosure came into view as you slowed down and started catching your breath.

“Shit! Ah I can’t breathe-“

“You’re late!” You quickly looked up to see a man who seemed to be in his late 50s look down at you with a raised brow.

“I’m sorry!” You bowed while also trying to steady your breathing.

The man just shook his head before sighing.

“Since you’re still new, I suppose I can let this slide for today. But next time I won’t, so please make sure you make it here on time”

You could only nod as you still tried to catch your breath. The man then handed you a silver bucket. You curiously looked in only to see a pile of dead fish. You grimace at the sight before looking back at the man.

“It’s their feeding time. I suppose Crowley also mentioned that you’ll be in charge of feeding the mers, no?”

“Ah yes he did say that” you awkwardly rubbed the back of your neck as you gave him a sheepish smile.

“Well I suggest you go in and feed them. One of them is very upset right now. He doesn’t like waiting when it comes to feeding time”

“Right. And thank you”

“Mhm”

He moved out the way as you opened the door. You were once again met with a beautiful sight but too bad you didn’t have the time to gawk and admire it this time since you have hungry mers to feed.

You walked in and looked around before you saw them. There were multiple mers surrounding a giant rock and you can tell some looked very upset.

You gulp before quickly making your way over to them. One of the mers seemed to have noticed you as they chirped and whistled which caused everyone to turn and look at you.

“Sorry for the wait” The moment they saw the bucket. They grew Wild.

You gasp as some tried yanking the thing out of your hands but you quickly backed up before they could.

The hell?! They’re acting like they haven’t seen food before or something!

You quickly grabbed a fish before throwing it in the water. They all went wild so you quickly threw more in until there were only three left.

You looked around to see if everyone got one and once you saw how everyone had their own fish you let out a sigh of relief.

You looked down at the bucket and wondered if you should take it back or just give them extra.

You were in deep thought until you heard a whistle

You look down to see a mer. He pointed at the bucket and then his stomach.

“Oh! I’m sorry here” You grabbed one of the fish from the bucket before throwing it to him. The boy quickly grabs it before scarfing it down.

Poor guy….does Crowley feed any of them at all?

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when you felt webbed hands wrap around your ankles. You gasp as you look down to see the mer pointing at the bucket again.

“I’m sorry but I already gave you some already. It wouldn’t be fair to everyone if I gave you another”

The mer tilts his head in confusion before pointing at himself and shaking his head. Now you were the one confused. You watch as the mer points at the bucket again but then he turns around and points at something.

You look to see a cave. He was pointing at the cave.

“Do you have some friends in there that haven’t gotten any?” The mer only nods as you sigh.

“Alright, take me to em” The mer then motions you to follow him as he starts swimming towards the cave.

Once you two got there, you looked at him and he motions you inside. He swims right in and you follow suit. You were thankful that there was a small path for you to be able to walk right in. You were careful, making sure you didn't slip and fall right into the water.

The mer stops and calls out who you assume to be his friends.

You felt a shiver go down your spine as you swear you heard something similar to a growl. You gulp as two mermen make their presence known as the other one just swims away.

“I-I have your food” You say as you raise the bucket. One of them, the one with white hair swims up to you as you try to stay still.

Jeez….I sometimes forget how scary some look.

He eyes the bucket curiously before sniffing it. Once he is satisfied, he nods before patiently waiting for you to give him one.

“Oh! Here” You gave him the fish and he thanks you with a nod. You watch as he also scarfs it down and your heart couldn’t help but break.

Does anyone even feed them? They eat like they haven’t eaten in ages!

He senses your stare and quickly swims away. Like he was shy.

You watch as he swims deeper into the cave. You then turn to the other one who was already staring intensely at you. You gulp as you grab the last fish from the bucket and show it to him.

“Here” The mer just stares at you. You didn’t know what to say or do so you just stood there uncomfortably with a dead fish in your hand.

Damn it. Did I say or do something weird? Feels like I’m being judged.

You just carefully placed it down on one of the rocks that you saw near you before getting up.

“Well I guess it’s time for me to go. Enjoy your um…meal!” And you bolted right up out of there.

The man just watched as you ran away.

Yes he was mad that you were late with his meal but he was more surprised that you dared step foot into this cave. Some keepers either don’t feed him at all for this reason or just hand the fish to one of the two mers with him so that they can give him his food.

You were sure a interesting one that’s for sure

He grabs the fish before swimming deeper into the darkness of the cave.

What an interesting human

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[strawbabysimp]

Locked In || Dom!Murasakibara x Reader

Genre: Smut, Dark Content

Category: Dom!Murasakibara x GN!Sub!Reader

Warning(s): Fingering, Non-Con, Manipulation Tactics, Unhealthy Attachment, Penetration

Request(s): "hello! I love your knb stuff and was wondering if you could write a noncon, rough and I mean ROUGH murasakibara x reader smut, taking place in a locker room, right after practice? Some propts i'd like to see are, dirty talk, humiliation and degradation. If you are uncomfortable or want to scratch out any part of this request, feel free to do so! Hope you are interested in writing this <3 Happy new year!"

"Please can you make a heavy smut with Murasakibara"

A/N: I had to repost because Tumblr posted it half-done but shout-out to @twilight-blu3 for one of my all-time favorite requests. I'm really thankful for all those in my inbox there to inspire me and the way you wrote your request SPOKE TO ME, I ADORE YOU

You always thought he looked so graceful, his arms like the wingspan of a bird, soaring across the court in grandeur. He drew you in. You found yourself going to games outside of home, cheering him on from the sidelines as he blocked the other team's plays effortlessly, then smiling as you watched him snack innocently between playing time.

This was the night. You were finally going to confess. Another win for your team at their home game was a sign of good fortune, you thought to yourself.

You approached the locker room with anxious fervor - it was now or never.

All the other members had left but Murasakibara had been rushed with cameras and fellow fans before he had the chance to get to the locker room. You ignored the slightly stale smell of the space and sat down on one of the benches. You weren't supposed to be in here but you figured if you caught him before he was changing then there was no harm in the location (it would be a little weird to confess to him while he was half-naked, no matter how welcome the sight would be).

Think of the Devil. Murasakibara walked through the swinging doors, his steps heavy and echoing in the near-empty room. You fiddled with your hands as you slowly turned toward the direction you figured he'd come through.

You spotted purple strands high above your own head before you took note of the rest of him. He spotted you quickly. When your eyes reached his face he was already meeting your gaze.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned apathetically.

"I wanted to give you this."

Your hands held out a box of chocolates neatly wrapped with a bow, a traditional way of confessing. He hesitated in accepting but decided to fairly quick.

Murasakibara didn't eat the treats yet, opting to hold them between his large fingers instead as he peered at you waiting for more.

"Why?"

"I like you Murasakibara."

His eyes remained the same but you thought you saw his lips twinge upwards for a moment.

He approached you slowly, stopping once he was directly in front of you. The man didn't say anything, studying you for a moment. Murasakibara broke your gaze, unraveling the box's ribbon gracefully before plopping one onto his tongue faster than your anxious mind could process.

"I accept," the object of your affections stated simply. You couldn't believe the words. His emotionless expression made it even harder to trust the sincerity of his acceptance.

As your mind raced, he reached out for you, encompassing your body in his arms, tucking you against him.

"What?" You breathed.

"Isn't this what couples do?"

You smiled away from his gaze, enjoying the security of his chest when suddenly he turned you around to face the lockers.

"Murasaki-"

He cut you off. "Isn't this what couples do as well?" The purple-haired giant goaded.

You felt the bulge of his balls make contact with the top of your ass cheeks as he forced himself against you.

Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn't been expecting such an act by him, and weren't welcoming to his sudden change in demeanor. It was unfamiliar and frightening.

"Wait, can we just talk for a second?" You pleaded with the locker that pressed against your cheek.

“I thought you wanted to be with me? Was I wrong?” The towering man asked innocently.

Red flags flashed in your mind but you had wanted him for so long, you should feel grateful for his touch.

“I do,” you mumbled, your nerves restricting your throat, making it hard to move in general. Your body felt hot in all the wrong ways. It shouldn't be like this, you found yourself thinking.

"Good," he whispered against your ear, lips grazing the flesh in a taunting manner. You felt him grind deeper against the cusp of your ass and gasped.

His fingers made quick work of your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear. Murasakibara pulled your ass cheeks apart to gaze at you unabashedly. You felt your face heat up beyond what you thought was possible and a deep shame formed in your belly.

You felt him move back from you, shuffling his own clothes. You were still too immobile to glance behind you, face no-doubt marked by the locker's cruel edges.

"How long have you wanted to me with me," he asked, the ego clear in his voice.

"I've always been a fan of yours, since your middle school days. I always thought you were beautiful," you told the truth, no point in secrets as his cock tip graced your entrance.

You shuddered at the thought of the sudden intrusion before a sudden giggle caught you off guard.

"I'm not that cruel Y/N."

Your eyes widened. "How do you know my name?"

"You think I wouldn't notice the same person at every one of my games, arriving early and leaving late. I got curious and asked around."

You blushed at his words, ashamed of your own desperation now.

"No matter, I found your loyalty cute - in a pathetic sort of way."

Wettened fingers were inside you before you had time to process, the sting of the two large digits stretching your hole out painfully and fast.

"Ahhhhh!"

You screamed against the metal, your arm reaching back in an attempt to grasp his wrist. He didn't allow you to, his quick limbs halting your attempts and holding you in place with ease.

You felt him twist the digits inside of you, presumably his spit easing the way despite your body's resistance. You groaned as tears sprung to your eyes.

"It's okay to be loud," you heard the smile in his words, "I blocked the doors before we started."

You felt hope you didn't know you had leave your body. This was it. You were going to be raped by the man you had nothing but love for.

You had been so stupid.

"You're so tight. Never done it before? Or am I just that big?"

Your hole clenched down on his hand and you heard a sinister laugh from the man behind you.

"So needy," Murasakibara mumbled apprehensively, "I guess I'll have to do something about that."

You felt his fingers leave you and this time you heard the wet sound of him lubing up his dick. You gathered your last bit of will to meet his eyes, but he wasn't looking at you - only at your parts.

He intended to use you to your fullest extent and you knew it.

"Please don't," you whispered.

"Don't? You wanted me so bad before and now you're changing your mind? Don't be selfish, it's too late for that."

He grasped the back of your skull with ease, turning you back to face the locker. You squeezed your eyes shut but they burst open when you felt the first inch of his cock enter you.

"You're so tight," he moaned, "you're gonna tear it off at this rate."

His humorous comment gave you no amusement and you felt your body tighten further as he sunk deeper into you.

"Almost there," he said in a comforting tone. With one final push, he was balls deep in you, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled your ass up in the air to accommodate his height.

Never giving you much time to adjust, Atsushi began a steady pace of harsh slaps against your flesh as he pulled you apart on his dick.

It wasn't long before he fell apart himself, heavy breathes parting the hair on the back of your scalp as he huffed into the strands. You felt your wetness grow, his cum spilling out into you adding to the lubrication.

He pulled out with a wet noise, the emptiness only increasing as his seed soon began to spill down your thighs.

"I guess accepting your confession has its perks, right?"

Tears stained your cheeks, face still hidden against the locker.

"See you at the next game."

[niallerspayno]

How they react to getting caught under the mistletoe with you

A little drabble about how each of the boys would react to being caught under the mistletoe with you🎄

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Niall

You’re laughing with the group, enjoying the cozy holiday atmosphere, when Niall’s gaze flicks up to the mistletoe hanging just above you. His eyes widen slightly, and he glances down at the ground, as if debating whether he should say something. But the teasing whispers of the others quickly bring his attention back to you.

The room falls into a quiet anticipation as Niall steps closer, his usual easy smile a little more nervous now. He clears his throat, his face turning a shade redder than usual. “Uh… I think we’re supposed to…” He trails off, his voice a little uncertain, but there’s a warmth in his eyes that betrays his shyness.

You can’t help but smile at how awkwardly adorable he looks. “Yeah, I guess we are,” you reply, your voice soft and teasing as you look up at the mistletoe, then back at him.

Niall chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Well, I’m not sure what I’m doing, but… guess we’ll find out.” He reaches for your hand, his fingers brushing yours with that familiar warmth that always makes you feel at ease. He leans in, his breath mixing with yours, and for a moment, everything else seems to fade away.

His lips brush against yours, tentative at first, like he’s testing the waters. The kiss is soft, slow, the kind of first kiss that feels like it’s been waiting to happen for a long time. Niall’s hand finds the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as he deepens the kiss just slightly, a little more confident now.

You can feel the tenderness in his touch, the quiet reassurance that this moment, this kiss, means more than just a tradition—it’s the beginning of something real, something special.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are breathless, a soft smile curling on Niall’s lips. He looks at you, his eyes shining with something unreadable but full of warmth. “Wow,” he says softly, his voice almost in awe. “I didn’t expect that to feel like… that.”

You laugh quietly, your heart racing in the best way. “Yeah, me neither.”

Niall chuckles, a little embarrassed but still glowing. “Merry Christmas, love,” he says, his hand still gently holding yours. And even though the teasing from the others begins, you’re both lost in the soft afterglow of that first kiss, your hearts in sync.

Liam

Liam notices the mistletoe hanging above you both almost immediately. He pauses mid-conversation, his gaze flicking to the leafy sprig before his eyes shift back to you. There’s a quiet moment, and you catch the brief hesitation in his eyes. He doesn’t say anything right away, just stands still for a second, as if considering the situation carefully.

The others begin to notice the shift, teasing whispers filling the air. But Liam stays calm, his expression thoughtful. He steps closer, his movements deliberate, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, and when he speaks, his voice is low and soft, almost as if he’s just sharing a secret with you. “Looks like we’re under the mistletoe,” he says, his tone both playful and sincere.

You nod, your heart beating a little faster, and before you can even respond, Liam’s hand gently reaches out to touch the side of your arm, his touch warm and comforting. “I’ve… been waiting for this,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

His words catch you off guard, but before you can process them fully, Liam leans in. His lips brush yours with careful, deliberate tenderness. It’s the kind of kiss that feels so familiar, like it’s been building for far longer than just this moment. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you just a little closer, the kiss deepening with a quiet intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

Liam’s kiss isn’t rushed or uncertain—there’s a surety to it, like he’s been waiting for the right moment to finally close the gap between you. His lips move gently against yours, a mix of sweetness and something more powerful that sends a flutter through your chest. When he pulls back just a fraction, his forehead rests gently against yours, both of you breathless but content.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion, as if the kiss had meant something more than just a holiday tradition. He keeps his eyes closed for a moment, his hand still resting on your neck, as if grounding himself in the moment.

When you open your eyes, you find him looking at you with a mix of admiration and something deeper, something unspoken but clear. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he admits, his voice soft but sincere.

You smile, feeling the warmth of his words settling in your chest. “Me too.”

The others tease you both, but Liam simply holds your gaze, a small, content smile tugging at the corners of his lips. For once, it doesn’t matter what anyone else is saying. In this moment, you’re both just there, lost in each other’s presence.

Zayn

Zayn’s eyes flicker upward when he spots the mistletoe hanging above the two of you. For a split second, there’s a flicker of hesitation in his gaze—his usual calm, collected demeanor momentarily faltering. He seems to gather himself before offering a small, knowing smirk, the kind of expression that could melt anyone’s heart.

“Well, this is unexpected,” he says, his voice smooth and low, with that signature coolness you’ve come to admire. He steps toward you slowly, his movements deliberate, and for a moment, the teasing of the others fades into the background. It’s just the two of you now, and Zayn’s intensity is palpable.

You feel the air between you shift as Zayn leans in slightly, his face close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath. He’s not rushing this—he takes his time, studying you with that steady, almost magnetic gaze. His hand finds the small of your back, his fingers grazing your skin through the fabric of your sweater, sending a shiver up your spine.

There’s a quiet tension in the air, the kind that makes your heart race. “I didn’t think I’d be here, doing this tonight,” Zayn admits, his voice hushed but earnest. “But I guess I’m not complaining.”

Before you can respond, he’s gently cupping your face with his free hand, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. You can feel your breath catch in your throat, and when his lips finally meet yours, it’s not rushed or tentative. It’s deep, slow, and filled with something undeniable, as though he’s been wanting this for longer than either of you realized.

Zayn’s kiss is intense, almost magnetic, and it pulls you into him like gravity. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you a little closer, and there’s an urgency in the way his lips move against yours, as if he’s been holding back a tidal wave of emotions that finally crash over both of you in this kiss.

It’s not playful like Louis, or tender like Liam—it’s raw, passionate, and completely consuming, leaving you breathless when he finally pulls away, his forehead resting against yours. You both stand there for a moment, eyes closed, sharing the quiet aftershock of the kiss.

“Merry Christmas,” Zayn murmurs, his voice rough and low, his thumb brushing against your lips as though savoring the taste of the moment. He doesn’t say anything more, but the quiet smile that tugs at his lips says everything—there’s a depth to his gaze now, something soft but filled with a quiet intensity that lingers even as the others tease in the background.

When he looks at you again, his gaze is softer, almost playful. “Guess I’ll be counting down the days until the next time,” he adds, with a small, knowing smirk.

Louis

Louis notices the mistletoe before anyone else does, and the second he spots it, he flashes a mischievous grin in your direction. His eyes twinkle with a playful energy, and you can already tell he’s up to something.

“Well, well, well…” Louis says with a dramatic flourish, his voice filled with exaggerated excitement. He steps closer to you, clearly relishing the moment. “Looks like someone’s gonna have to kiss me,” he says, his grin widening. “Don’t worry, love, I promise I’m a gentleman.”

You can’t help but laugh at how confident he is, but there’s an undeniable warmth in his eyes that lets you know he’s being sincere, despite his playful banter. He stands directly in front of you now, a mischievous glint still in his gaze.

You raise an eyebrow, teasing, “Are you sure you’re ready for that, Louis?”

“Oh, I’m more than ready,” he says with a wink, taking a step closer until there’s hardly any space between you. He lowers his voice, his tone softer now. “But I think it’ll be worth the wait.”

Before you can respond, Louis leans in, his hand brushing against your cheek as his lips hover just inches from yours. There’s a moment of quiet anticipation, and then, with a sudden burst of confidence, he presses his lips to yours.

His kiss is bold, filled with energy and laughter, but there’s a depth to it that takes you by surprise. It’s not rushed—though he’s the playful one, there’s a sincerity to the way he kisses you, a moment where the teasing fades and all that’s left is the simple connection between you two.

As he pulls back, a wide grin spreads across his face, and he looks at you with that familiar, mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “Told you I was a gentleman,” he says with a wink, his voice playful but soft.

You laugh, a little breathless from the kiss, but the moment feels easy, lighthearted, and somehow… perfect. Louis doesn’t let the teasing stop, but the energy between you two is different now, and there’s a warmth in his gaze that matches the glow of the Christmas lights around you.

“Merry Christmas, love,” he adds, his voice still light and teasing, but his smile now a little softer, a little more sincere.

Harry

When Harry spots the mistletoe hanging above you, a small, knowing smile tugs at the corner of his lips. His usual calm and collected demeanor remains, but there’s something different in the way he looks at you—a softness that wasn’t there before. He takes a small step closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Well, this is convenient,” he says, his voice low and smooth, with a hint of playfulness. There’s no teasing in his words, just a quiet acknowledgment that the moment is here. He steps into your space, and for a moment, everything else fades into the background. It’s just the two of you, standing under the mistletoe with the world softly humming around you.

Harry gently reaches for your hand, his touch warm and gentle. The space between you feels charged, and you can see the unspoken emotions reflected in his eyes. It’s clear he’s thought about this, and now that the moment is finally here, there’s a sense of quiet certainty in his movements.

“Guess this is the part where I kiss you, then,” he says, his voice soft but confident.

You nod, your heart fluttering at the way he’s looking at you, his gaze tender and filled with something deeper. He leans in slowly, as if savoring every second of the moment. His lips meet yours in a soft, careful kiss, and it’s like everything slows down—his warmth, the gentleness of his touch, the feeling of his lips against yours is everything you’ve wanted in a first kiss and more.

The kiss is gentle, tender, and yet there’s something undeniable about it—a connection that goes beyond the mistletoe, beyond the holiday tradition. It’s as if all the words you couldn’t say are being expressed through this one quiet, meaningful kiss.

When Harry pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His forehead rests gently against yours, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and he smiles softly, a little shy but still radiating that familiar warmth.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispers, his voice barely above a breath. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

You smile, your heart racing from the intensity of the kiss. “Me too,” you reply softly.

Harry chuckles, the sound low and rich, before he pulls back just slightly, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand. His gaze is full of something unspoken, something more than just a holiday kiss—it’s the beginning of something deeper.

“Definitely worth the wait,” he adds with a smile, before he leans in again, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead, leaving you feeling warm and entirely content.

[hermitw]

Ainu appearance in JJK - Sukuna, tattoos, and the Inumaki clan (and Yaga Masamichi & bears)

A bit of background before we get more into it:

The Ainu (“human” or “people”) are an indigenous people in Japan native to the regions of Hokkaidō, Northern Tōhoku, and Karafuto, among others. As part of their ancestral tradition, Ainu women had the custom of getting tattoos on their bodies, including their lips. For the Ainu, the tattoo was perceived as a symbol of beauty, a talisman and an indispensable tool to prepare their body for after death. However, the traditional tattoo was legally prohibited by the Japanese government in 1871, in an attempt to force Ainu to follow a “Japanese lifestyle”. As the result, Ainu women reduced the use of tattoos on their bodies, progressively changing their concept of beauty and losing an important part of their ancestral tradition. 

https://dajf.org.uk/event/the-meaning-of-tattoos-for-ainu-women

…the Ainu people were stripped of their land, customs, and language in hopes that they would assimilate to Japanese culture. It wasn't until 1997 that this law was lifted and the Ainu people were allowed to practice their own customs again, but by that time, much of the damage was done. 

https://www.tofugu.com/japan/ainu-japan/

I am building off of this analysis about Sukuna's tattoos which I'd read before but just recently watched the linked yt vid and I'm 

Going insane bc the Ainu tattoo process involves slicing and burning (Sukuna's CT…) 

And the style looks a lot like sukuna's... in color, thickness, geometry... The focus of bands and circles, on the face and arms...

There is also resemblance to inumaki's marks. I wonder if that clan is related... Along with Sukuna, Wasuke (grandpa) and Yuuji Itadori, (and Heian Uraume) their hair is thick, wavy, above the shoulder, and lighter in color. I don't think we ever see Toge write - his preference for speaking could be another hint, with the Ainu language being spoken.

For the sake of staying focused and not spreading misinformation (iirc cursed speech users are supposed to be killed as soon as they're noticed), for now I'm thinking that the inumaki clan assimilated into Japanese culture, possibly hiding, denying, or forgetting their background - but most likely forced into submitting to jujutsu headquarters, who fear the inumaki clan, instead of considering them as one of the major 3. (the Ainu were not legally recognized as a people until 2018, so their rejection from jujutsu politics just seems to fit).

The Ainu language being polysynthetic makes it even more convincing that Sukuna intentionally addressed Gojo as husband.  

I wonder if sukuna preferred to use their CT for more peaceful, creative purposes (there were all those comments about slicing fish, the malevolent kitchen, not to mention their interest in flowers and poetry etc etc). 

The tattoos could have significance in preparing the body for death - which feels relevant, considering how they always show in any form Sukuna takes, and at times when Yuuji is still fronting (after eating a finger). 

They could be symbols of beauty, or coming of age. 

To go along with the trans Sukuna evidence - Ainu men grew beards, and the women got tattoos. 

The use of tattoos as a talisman is interesting - the way that Geto saw Gojo as his talisman, that Sukuna said “love is worthless”, the way that some of them look like eyes - which would give sukuna six eyes (and convinced me that jjk would end with Gojokuna). I wonder if it was partially out of hypervigilance, or to enhance observation - Sukuna's edge was the ability to analyze and adapt faster than anyone else.

They might have been a method of protection from trafficking. There is some historical evidence of enslavement. Forced assimilation and relocation certainly happened during Sukuna's lifetime.

The Ainu people were from the northeast island.

Iirc, Heian events of jjk were around Kyoto (I'll have to read again so pls correct me here) - or at least, Sukuna's appearances are not in Hokkaido, but further west.

As a side note, it was the northeast part of the sea where Momotaro was going to fight demons, which kenjaku (who I blame for history remembering sukuna as a demon) and Gojo (who always wanted to fight sukuna) mentioned… Idk if this has any connection, but I think about it (the theme of momotaro vs momotetsu, mainly).  

This mentions a means of preventing evil spirits from entering the body through the mouth. The same source has a historical timeline, up until today (which is interesting and worth reading):

I'll add this screenshot if you want a bit more Heian context:

Since their tattoos were criminalized in the Meiji era, we know less about the practice and significance now. There could have been a lot of style evolution over the hundreds of years since the Heian era. 

Some part of me wonder if Sukuna's tattoos were originally the bands with space in between (one more reason to prefer megkuna over true form), but were filled in later as a mark of ownership. Uro isn't a perfect reference with her CT, but she is always wearing that choker, which feels similar. Idk, the solid ones around true form Sukuna's wrists and ankles read like shackles to me. 

We know from that brief moment in JJK0 that Ainu sorcerers exist in-universe, and it sounds like they work separately from jujutsu headquarters - only contacted as a last resort. We don't get to know what their CTs are like, but I reread JJK0 looking for anyone with a burning or slicing CT during the parade. It doesn't look like the Ainu Jujutsu Society showed up, but there wasn't much in the manga compared to the movie.

This instrument (tonkuri) looks So Familiar (it sounds rly cool, the artist has more chill & acoustic music out also on bandcamp, soundcloud etc), I swear it was shown in the manga. (one more thing to look for on read 4… if anyone finds this, or has anything to correct or elaborate on, please go ahead). 

https://youtu.be/TI6nMOi0IoQ

Additional thoughts are the way that Sukuna's talk about the fish, slicing, mincing, plant identification etc etc it just. Idk if I'm reading too much into this but looking up Ainu foods are like??? Ok I see what you did gege.

Also, from the yt vid that drove me to look into this - Mayunkiki's introduction.

My name is Mayun Kiki. Mayun refers to the clanking sound of metal in Ainu, which is thought to be a noble sound in our culture.

Kiki means "scratching everywhere" and I was given this name as I have a habit of scratching myself.

The clanking sound of metal being noble...

And thank you to @thepersonperson for giving me so much to think about in all those meta analysis posts

Eta; Masamichi Yaga and bears (Panda)

The Ainu people worshipped bears, and at times sacrificed them to release the spirit. But first, the young bear is raised almost like a human child.

While Yaga has made a wide range of creatures, it is interesting that Panda is always sacrificing himself without hesitation, and that Yuuji spent the most time with the bear (i thought the green one, Kathy, is based on the Kappa).

So I can't say anything with certainty, but Yaga also has thick hair and deep-set eyes, and facial hair so... The way he worked with the bear spirit and raised Panda as his own child,, it's there right?

And in jjk0, Yaga made the call to contact the Ainu sorcerers - this is the only time we hear that name in the series (at least in the manga, I haven't finished the light novels yet).

One way that the Ainu were similar to the Japanese is in the way of religion. The Ainu, just like the Japanese people, were animists and believed that all things are inhabited by spirits known as kamuy. While there are many gods in Ainu belief, one of the most important is known as Kim-un Kamuy, or the god of bears and the mountains. All animals are thought to be the manifestations of gods on Earth in Ainu culture, however, the bear is believed to be the head of gods and is therefore known as kamuy, or "God."

Yaga being, by far, the leading expert on cursed corpse sorcery...

Traditionally, the Ainu sacrificed bears in order to release the kamuy within them to the spirit world. One tradition, called lotame, involves the raising of a young bear cub as if it were an Ainu child and then sacrificing once it has come of age.

Tell me this is not about Panda.

[trianglesimpfordpines]

ok so like 2 people said they wanted to see the "ford is the most realistic genius" post and that's all the encouragement i need. i'm probably gonna sound pretty full-of-myself on this post but that's just how it be like sometimes.

a lot of the time, "intelligence" is assumed to mean "knows more things." fictional characters who are supposed to be geniuses typically just...miraculously Know information they have no real way of acquiring, anticipate events that cannot reasonably anticipated, or every other character just suddenly gets stupid when the genius character is around so that the "genius" character just doing the logical thing comes off as particularly smart.

so you have a character who supposedly has a really high iq, but in practice they may as well be psychic.

as someone who actually has an iq of 147 (bear with me, because this isn't a flexing post), being "really intelligent" does not mean Just Knowing Things. what it means is that someone who's "smart" (in the traditional sense) can process more information, draw more conclusions, and do so faster than most people. it also usually means being really good at rationalizing things. so if you're someone who's well-adjusted and well-informed, that can definitely look like knowing all the right answers...but if you're someone who's not well-adjusted or well-informed, it can, if anything, make you even wronger. you get better at rationalizing your mistakes and digging yourself in deeper. and heaven help you if you have paranoid tendencies, because it's that much harder to convince someone they're being irrational when they're on a whole 'nother level of finding information to back up their irrationality.

ford is a genius. he learns incredibly fast and thoroughly. but he's also constrained by the information he has available to him, and by his own biases and past trauma and people issues.

that one writing advice post that made the rounds saying that a character's biggest flaw is usually their biggest strength in the wrong situation is very true of people who are very intelligent. it's why, for example, you'll sometimes see doctors, academics, experts buy into conspiracy theories. it's not because they're stupid; it's because they're smart enough to recontextualize all their knowledge to support their biases and beliefs.

and so many people do not understand this because they still think of "intelligence" as "knowing & being right about everything." so you get people arguing that ford isn't really a genius, because he was wrong and he made mistakes. but in my opinion, the mistakes he makes make perfect sense because he's a genius. that kind of recklessness is exactly what you get when you combine abnormally high iq with ford's myriad of personal issues. you get someone who's great at rationalizing, great at taking in information, and great at finding surprisingly well-thought-out reasons why their paranoia and antisocial tendencies are totally just the rational response.

think of it this way; the smartest people alive in the medieval era believed in the miasma theory. they weren't too stupid to understand what bacteria and viruses are; they just didn't have the tools needed to observe them. so they came up with a theory based on the information they did know, wrote essays and papers about it, made medical practices based on it...and it was completely incorrect, because genius without correct information leads to spectacular and very well-thought-out mistakes.

anyway, all this to say, as someone who could nominally be considered a "genius" but has been hella wrong about a lot of things in my life, i think ford is an incredibly realistic take on what most "geniuses" are really like. impressive in the right situations, not so much in the wrong ones, and very much not magical beings capable of mysteriously knowing all the correct information because they're Just That Smart. and very much not immune to emotional and personal issues getting in the way.

thanks for coming to my "i-just-slept-for-20-hours-and-my-brain-is-a-bit-scrambled-right-now" ted talk

[malacandrax]

Hi I just wanted to say I love your art sm and you actually helped me get back into drawing a ton, for a while I had this weird idea in my brain that I HAD to draw semi realism/realism otherwise every man I drew would be horribly twinkified and I'd never be able to draw the characters I liked, but I just drew my first ever man I'm happy with in a style that isn't semi realism and a lot of it was inspired by the way you don't always close your lines w lineart and don't use a ton of pen pressure sensitivity and your art comes out incredible. Those were things I always did but would try to stop doing because people told me they were stuff you "weren't supposed to do" and it just ended with me being frustrated whenever I drew and hating my art. But seeing you do it and make absolutely gorgeous stuff really gave me that confidence to just say fuck it and do it anyways and I'm starting to actually get in the flow of drawing again, so thank you :)

This is so so cool! I struggled for About Ten Years with not being able to line in a way I liked, and I’m so glad that my way of doing it is inspirational to someone else! I hope you figure it out faster than I did haha.

Style wise, it kinda just happens, I don’t think many people fit super neatly into boxes anyway, so don’t stress over it, I definitely don’t know what my style is defined as haha! I thought it was semi realism til I googled it HAHA. I copied artists like makani and coey, reapersun and loish when I was a teenager and it definitely swayed my style!

Also I relate extremely to not really vibing with how other artists do lines. For me personally I THINK its because I think in shapes and not lines, and I started out painting and working in tone. Like real life doesn’t have lines, and when you paint it’s generally just varying between soft and hard edges, using the colour and tone to do the lifting for you. It’s way harder to figure out where to put a line, or what things need a line and what doesn't, if you’re not used to thinking that way.

I definitely ink more like I paint, kind of thinking about planes and shadow or overlap more than the outline? Like I draw the top curve of the cheek, then the jowl, then the chin, it kind of feels like cutting a 3D shape out in the space…? But I think that’s why mine are often choppy haha. In traditional art I always preferred a square brush, which carries over to my preference for minimal width variation on tablet.

Saying that, I *do* sometimes work more with width, though it's still messy and choppy haha. my trick with those is that I always choose a brush that has a fairly consistent minimum width, I can draw with a fairly fixed line, but also press down a little to get the variation when I want it. (As opposed to brushes that kind of go really thin and really thick with little effort, like a brush pen, I just don't have the control...) Below are my main blobby inkers, I can pretty comfortably draw a fixed width face, but I can make it wider if I want.

Anyway I went off on a tangent, I hope you can make art in ways that feel natural to you! And I hope making art brings you joy!

Some artists I love the lines of are linnea sterte, steven sugar, momopachi, jadenvargen, artharakka, beidak-art, pien-art, wombrion! 

[rekino2114]

Shinigami discovering Halloween

Halloween post #4

Pairing:shinigami x male reader

Summary:Despite your girlfriend being kind of a ghost, she's not familiar with Halloween, but when she heard it was a holiday dedicated to death and fear, she couldn't have been happier to celebrate

A/n:Shinigami is just ghost junko change my mind......I love her so much. I forgot if it's been confirmed if vivia can see Shinigami, but I'm pretty sure it's been heavily implied, and it would be weird if he couldn't with his forte also I really like him and wanted to write something with him in it. Shinigami is always in her human form in this.

Everything was quiet at the nocturnal detective agency. You were reading a book vivia recommended you while relaxing on the couch. The only sound that could be heard was the rain pouring outside. Everything was relaxing and quiet

"Masteeeeeer! Come on master I'm sooo bored let's do something"

Except for the death god standing behind you, that is

"*sighs* I am doing something, shinigami, I'm reading"

"Yeah, but I'M not doing anything. Is your book more important than your super hot and cute and awesome gf?"

"I swear you're so needy"

"I can't help it. I love you so much master"

You blushed and sighed again

"Fine, just let me finish this chapter, and I'm all yours"

"Wait, what am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

"I dunno just look out the window or something. It's won't be long"

"Alriiiiight, it's still boring though, with the rain you can't see anything"

"I think it makes it more scenic, but think what you want"

Shinigami floated over to the window near the couch and noticed something unusual outside

"Hey, what's with all the dressed up kids?"

"Oh, it's Halloween, so they're probably just trick-or-treating"

"Hm? Halloween, what's that?"

"You don't know? I thought you of all..... beings would know"

"Master, with all due respect, I really don't care about human festivities, oh except for funerals, those are always so fun"

"....anyway, Halloween is like.....Uhm how do I explain it?"

"Halloween is the night the spirits of the dead come the closest to the human world"

You two turned towards the voice and saw vivia lying under the couch while reading

"Aaahhhh, it's the anemic vampire!"

"Hi vivia, what were you doing there?"

"Reading, like you"

"That's not what I......nevermind, is what you said true?"

"Yes, in fact, there are a lot more spirits than usual today, and the number will only grow during the night"

"Oh, so that's why you didn't leave like the others? Cause you didn't want to see all the spirits?"

"Indeed, though, there are a lot of them here too....it's annoying.....*sighs* I wanna die"

"I guess I noticed that too, I didn't think too much about it, though,"

"That's cool to know, I guess people have a good reason to celebrate then"

"I still don't get it. What's that got to do with all the kids in costumes?"

"Children go around in costumes asking for candies this holiday"

"......why?"

"Uhm?"

"If Halloween is like ghost day, why do kids ask for candies? That has nothing to do with it"

"...I guess the costumes can be kinda scary sometimes, I get your point though"

"That's soooo unfair. This holiday is supposed to be about ghosts and fear and, most importantly, death. It's supposed to be super scary, and those kids are ruining it"

"....I really don't think it's their fault, this has been a tradition for basically forever"

"Well, we need to change it, master let's go!"

Shinigami started flying away from where you were faster, making the chain on your neck appear and drag you near her

"S-shini, stop! You're hurting me"

"Oh eheh sorry master"

"Where are we going anyway?"

"Outside, we need to scare everyone we see and bring the true spirit of Halloween!"

"No"

"What! Whyyyyyy?"

"Cause we can't, how would we do it anyway?"

"I'm a death god, I'll definitely spook all of them in no time"

"1:Only me and vivia can see you, so that wouldn't work, and 2:you just look like a very beautiful woman, that won't scare anyone"

"So you finally recognized my beauty"

"I tell you that basically every day shini, but anyway yeah, we won't go"

"*sighs* I guess you're right master, that's such a shame, though"

You looked at Shinigami's sad and pouting face and felt bad for her

"But I guess we could do some other Halloween things"

"Hm, like what?"

"We can bake some autumn sweets for us, or I guess me since you can't eat, we can also watch horror movies"

"Oh oh, yeah, horror movies, let's watch one, with a lot of murders please"

"Alright, I'll put on a slasher....and we can cuddle meanwhile"

"Yaaaay ok now I'm sooo happy master, thanks I love you so much master"

"I love you too"

The death god flied over to you and kissed your cheek before moving to the couch and floating on it, making herself comfortable and waiting for you to start an amazing movie night

[noroi1000]

Beautiful Curse

Geto x fem. Curse reader

Requested on Wattpad

Summary: You're a curse that could be a dragon.You've been living peacefully for years. You didn't have to fight. You didn't kill people.You wanted to live nice and quiet.Until suddenly you met a man who consumed you.And he even gave you a name...

Your life has been very peaceful.

You lived in the forest. Near Mount Fuji. People called you a curse.

Because you were born from negative emotions.

It was true. You were born that way, and you've been living that way for some time now. Since your birth a few years ago.

You can admire how you look sitting by the stream. But you also don't understand what you're doing.

You don't feel hungry, you don't feel thirsty. You don't have to eat or drink. You have nothing to do all the time.

You are a curse, you recently found out that according to people called sorcerers you are a grade 1 curse. You're not the strongest, but those who came to defeat you, there was none who could.

And you didn't want to be aggressive. But if they attacked you, you had to protect yourself from them.

You are a dragon curse... You have a humanoid form. But you can also be a dragon.

Bigger or smaller.

However, as you get bigger, your energy drains faster. And you fall unconscious.

You don't want to be everyone's enemy. You live away from people and you're okay with that. You don't like that you could live among people. You are not a mindless curse.

But you know what your nature is.

According to what you're supposed to be from the start, you're supposed to be a murderer. You are to kill people.

However, you don't remember that you ever killed a man.

You live in a forest where there are no people.

That's why you doubt you've ever killed a man.

You just don't think a man died at your hands.

That's why when you found out that people want to kill all curses at all costs, you started to wonder why...

Why would they kill you if you haven't done anything wrong to anyone?

But basically, you were safe in this desolate place where you now lived.

And now looking at this dark-haired man you see as if this is the end of your life.

Sorcerers are said to travel the world. They were wherever the curse was found.

Your hands trembled as you sensed the aura of hundreds of curses from him... If not thousands of curses...

As a curse you saw so much cursed energy. You were made of cursed energy. But still you had a human body...

But this man's aura was different. Like putting you tiny surrounded by other curses. You, with no way to beat them all.

You'd sooner run out of energy than win.

Does this man have that much intimidating aura? Or maybe it's something else.

"Compared to other curses, you're pretty." He said and you took a step back.

Your thin tail from under your kimono appeared in front of your feet with traditional Japanese sandals.

You looked like this when you were born.

No man has seen you before.

"I thought the curse from the suicide forest in Aokigahara would be different."

"...Who are you..." you murmured softly as the flowers on your kimono changed color to a less colorful one.

"I didn't switch... Geto Suguru. Special grade sorcerer." He bowed slightly with a smile. "Do you have a name?"

You nodded your head to the side.

You didn't have a name...

You were just a curse... Cursed spirit...

Besides, you didn't know how to speak... You felt the pressure of death.

"As I thought, you're not a mindless spirit that's going to try to kill me right away."

You took a step back from him.

"Don't be afraid. I'm not attacking you."

Always that smile of his...

"You are the cursed spirit of Aokigahara. A dragon created from the fusion of a Chinese Jade dragon from the mountains. And also from Japanese. You live on Mount Fuji and in the suicide forest. A curse born from suicides and also from the confessions of people who go here on pilgrimages."

You widened your eyes as you looked at him.

"For now, I want to talk." calmed you down.

But you still took a step back.

The flowers on your kimono are slightly grey. Because you can bring flowers to life or take their lives.

He noticed it.

Because when you're threatened, the floral pattern on your kimono turns grey.

"You're a curse born from the goddess of Mount Fuji, right? Konohanasakuyahime? Goddess of transience and delicacy? That's why you don't attack me. And you have also lived all these years without the interference of sorcerers. You are a cursed spirit that is gentle."

He smiled as he suddenly sat down on the grass a few meters in front of you.

"I really want to talk. Before I take you."

"Take me?" You asked surprised.

"Even if you fight back, as a grade 1 curse you shouldn't be able to handle me. Your skills are unknown. Despite this, you show the ability to bring flowers to life or to destroy them. And you are also a dragon. You look really nice. I do not want to hurt you. I just want to take you."

"Where?!"

"To me. I want a curse like you. Well, you see... I collect curses."

A black hole suddenly appeared in his hand, and another curse hand came out of it, which then suddenly disappeared.

"I am a user of the curse manipulation technique. In theory, I came to take you. However, he doesn't want to hurt you to do that. Could you not try to protect yourself? And just give up?"

You suddenly ran away from him.

But as you were jumping between the trees, he suddenly appeared in front of you, grabbing you by the waist.

"You are very skillful. And I still don't deny that you're a beautiful curse. I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to have you. I won't even use you to fight."

Hitting his leg with your tail, you used your strength to transform into a dragon and fly away.

However, when you were above the trees, you saw him riding a dragon bigger than you.

"I'm impressed. Can you be bigger? Because my dragon is bigger. However, I would prefer you."

You suddenly changed back into your human form, falling to the ground only to leap into the air and try to kick him.

However, the tentacles of the octopus caught you.

You turned into a dragon again, and the floral patterns on your tail sparkled as you tried to strike it.

But before you could, his dragon began to wrap around you, merging you in a spiral.

You wasted a lot of energy. And he was just using his dragon.

Is that a special grade sorcerer?

His hand was suddenly placed on your head and his fingers moved over your delicate scales.

"You are truly wonderful." He said as he tried to be so very gentle with you.

A black ball appeared in his hand and sucked you in. But at the last moment you changed again. Falling out of his dragon's grip.

As a tiny dragon, you crashed into a tree and hid there.

You looked more cute than scary.

You hoped he wouldn't find you.

But at some point you felt your body being lifted.

And you were placed on his lap as he ran his fingers over your back.

You had no wings. You were a Japanese dragon.

And your connection to the jade dragon was small. But still it was.

You felt how gentle he was with your little body as he sat on the branch.

"Just like that. Be calm. You'll be fine," he said. And then you were sucked into that ball again.

It wasn't a pleasant feeling at all.

Because you felt like you died...

A quick and painless death.

His mouth opened for the smaller ball he put into his mouth.

Was expecting a terrible taste.

However, you tasted like cherry blossoms...

His hand was extended so that he could open a small portal. And then you appeared, sitting on his lap as he held your body.

You felt the feeling that you had to obey him, no matter what he ordered you to do.

However, his hands wrapped around your body.

"It wasn't so scary, was it? How am I supposed to call you? You really don't have a name?"

You shake your head, denying him.

"So how about (y/n)?"

You looked at him with sparkles in your eyes.

Did he just give you a normal name?

The tip of your tail wrapped around his knee, which was hanging from the branch.

And your head was laid on his shoulder.

(y/n)? It's a nice name...

And this has been given to you by man...

And you don't want to leave this man. You are bound to it because it has consumed you. However, he showed you tenderness.

[jujitto]

새해 ★ 𝖭𝖤𝖶 𝖸𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖲

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 . new years is a time to reflect, celebrate, think of what you’ll be doing in the next year. or for y/n maybe not. well, never say never, right? 

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 . 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗐𝖺 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 . 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 & 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗐𝖼 . 𝟤.𝟢𝗄

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 . 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!

. ﹙☆﹚. 𝗇𝗍𝗐𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 . @kflixnet @kbookshelf @pirateeznet

11:30….30 minutes to midnight. You were still in the same position you've been in since you've woken up: staring at the wall. Your New Years Eve was nothing to celebrate, it was just another reminder that your family was in America and that you were alone.

And it wouldn’t be help since your boyfriend was busy. You were supposed to spend the evening together, but he called last minute saying he had something come up. He didn’t give details, and you were too hurt to ask.

11:32…28 minutes left of the year. It didn’t seem so bad, it was better than sitting there and doing nothing. You could go out with your neighbors. They had been good to you, and you liked their company, but the thought of being a third wheel for their New Years celebration didn't appeal to you. So that wasn't an option. Maybe a movie would take your mind off things. You could rent something or put on one of those countdowns to watch. You knew it wouldn’t be as entertaining as actually spending the night out, but it would help the time go by faster. 

You stood up from your spot on the bed and headed to the living room to get the remote. 11:37...21 minutes until the new year. The only things on were news or those countdowns you dreaded watching. But if you didn’t want to stay in the bedroom the entire time, you'd have to put up with it. You settled on the local news channel. At least you wouldn’t be bombarded with cheesy songs or the same hosts from years past. And they were talking about the upcoming year.

"What will you do to start your New Year off right?" One of the anchors asked. You thought for a moment, you didn’t know how you were going to start this year off. Maybe alone like you were now. "I don't know. What about you, Mike?"

"Well, I plan to spend time with my loved ones and maybe go on a date or two. Maybe a romantic picnic."

"Ooooh, a romantic picnic? You never mentioned wanting to do that before. Is there a special lady that has your heart?"

"That's a secret, and don't think I forgot about you, Linda. What are you going to do for the New Year?"

"Probably spend time with my kids, and make sure I visit my family more." The anchors went on to talk about other resolutions, and you didn't bother to pay attention to them. It's not like they'd give you any ideas

11:44, 15 minutes left in the year. You were still staring blankly at the television, the anchors had changed topics to the weather, and you could have cared less. You looked at the clock and wondered if you should even bother to stay up until midnight. 

There wasn't anything special about the new year. All the hype and fanfare was a waste of time, and a lot of money. People were willing to spend thousands of dollars on New Year's decorations, and parties. If it weren’t for all that, then people would have just stayed home and watched the ball drop.

Your thoughts have begin to turn. From gazing lately at the TV to wondering what your New Year’s resolution was. It was a silly tradition. Making a goal that was either going to be broken in a matter of weeks or not even done. You were sure you weren’t the only one that had thought that, and you weren’t the first person to not keep a New Years resolution. You could name a couple that you've tried to stick to in the past, but failed.

One was to stop spending so much money on sweets, but that ended as soon as you passed a bakery. Another was to eat healthier. That lasted until you saw a pizza advertisement, and then you had to order one. And the one that always stuck out the most was trying to spend more time with family. But how could you when they were so far away, and you had school and work to worry about.

You shook your head and pushed those thoughts away. Why should you even bother to try this year, when the past ones were a fail. It would be a waste of time and effort. And a lot of other people would end up doing the same thing.

You had decided to just get ready for bed, it's not like you'd miss much if you went to sleep. It's not like your boyfriend would care.

11:47, 12 minutes left of the year, and you were headed towards the bathroom. You were surprised when you didn't see any signs of a party or noise coming from the apartment across from yours. You were expecting some kind of celebration. But there was no loud music or the sound of talking. It was oddly quiet, and it was unsettling. Maybe you were hearing things, and that there was some sort of get together going on. Or they were all asleep.

You walked back to your bathroom and started to wash your face. You tried not to think of the fact that the only people that would probably be awake with you would be the people in the buildings next to yours. And that wasn't much to look forward to.

You finished cleaning your face and turned off the water. As you reached for the towel you felt the ground rumble beneath your feet. At first, you thought it was an earthquake, but then you heard the fireworks go off. You were quick to the window and peered outside.

You could see the sky was filled with red and gold fireworks. Each one bigger than the last, and each one louder than the next. You could even see them from the park a few blocks away. You watched as the show went on, and how the fireworks got brighter and larger. You wondered where they had gotten them from, and how long the show would go on. 

You didn’t know there were going to be fireworks in the city. Then again, you didn't bother to find out. You didn’t realize how long the show would last until you felt something in your eyes. You blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the tears. And once you finally stopped, you could feel the wet trails running down your cheeks.

You reached up to your face, and wiped them away. You weren't aware that you were crying.

11:50, 10 minutes until the new year.

The show was still going strong. The colors in the sky were changing, and there were more types of fireworks. You couldn’t help but smile. The fireworks were beautiful, and the show was amazing. And the way the lights reflected in the dark sky and water was mesmerizing. It was a sight you've never seen before.

But then the lights suddenly dimmed, and the sound of the fireworks slowly stopped.

11:53, 7 minutes left of the old year.

You weren’t sure if the show was over, or if it was just taking a break. But it had taken the excitement away. The fireworks had brought a smile to your face, but now the only thing you could hear was the silence. You wanted to hear the booms again, and watch as the sky was lit up. You wanted to feel that excitement again. The only excitement you felt these last few hours.

You turned away from the window and walked back to the couch watched the last seven minutes of the New Year’s Eve countdown. It was nothing compared to the fireworks, but it was something to do. You didn't want to be reminded of how alone you were, or that the new year was starting with no one there. You just wanted the last few minutes of the year to be over, and that you could go to sleep and wake up to the new year. As you looked over to the clock, you wondered if it would be worth the wait. Or if you should just call it a night and get some sleep. But what would that accomplish? Would you really feel better about waiting or would you wake up disappointed. And why was the thought of waiting bothering you?

You couldn't understand why you were questioning yourself, and why you were letting the thoughts of the New Year bother you. It was just another day, just a longer night. So why did it have to bother you so much.

Maybe it was because this year was different. This year had the promise of change. Of new beginnings and opportunities. A chance to be better, and to accomplish new goals. But you didn’t believe it. You didn’t believe you'd be able to stick to the goal, or that you could change for the better. That the year would be better than the last.

And it was the thought of failure that was getting to you. Because no matter how hard you tried, it wouldn’t be enough. You wouldn't be able to succeed. The only thing that was certain was that the new year would end the same as the last, and the one before. With you alone.

11:56, 4 minutes left.

The thoughts were eating away at you. Why couldn’t you just be happy? Why did it matter what year it was? There were a few things to celebrate. You had a job and were in school. Your grades were good and you were doing well in both. You had friends and a boyfriend, but you didn’t have the same goals they did. And you didn’t have their happiness.

11:57, 3 minutes left.

Maybe the only thing you needed to do was to stop caring. To not let the thoughts consume you. The new year wasn’t a bad thing. It was just another day, and that nothing was going to change. Your life would stay the same, and there was nothing to worry about. It wasn’t worth the hassle.

11:58, 2 minutes left.

There were things that were worth celebrating. Like your birthday, Christmas, and graduation. But New Years didn't seem like one. Even if the fireworks had made it special.

But maybe you were wrong. Maybe you shouldn’t have given up hope. It's not like you've given up, you've just been down and didn’t see a reason to try anymore. Maybe it was time to stop looking down. To look at the positives in your life. The friends and family you have, the love and support, and the encouragement. You should have been thankful for those things. And maybe it was time to focus on the positives.

11:59, 1 minute left.

You sat there in silence, watching as the numbers slowly changed. And for the first time in a while, you were feeling better. Like the weight had been lifted off your shoulders. And that a new beginning was what you needed.

The ball was counting down the last few seconds. You stood up from your spot and waited. That was until somebody knocked. 12:00.

You turned to the door, surprised by the sudden knock. Who could be visiting you at this hour? You opened the door and were greeted by a familiar pair of brown eyes and a warm smile. “Seonghwa?”

He smiled, and before he could say anything, the fireworks went off. You could hear them booming outside, and you could see the lights from the window. You turned to look, and Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you. His chin was resting on top of your head, and he was holding you close.

You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back, and how warm he was. You could smell his cologne, and hear his soft breaths. You couldn’t understand what was going on, and why he was here. But it didn't matter, because you were happy he was.

You didn’t realize that you were crying again, until he had gently turned your face towards him. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and held you tighter. It was a soft, and comforting. Something that helped to make the situation better.

When the kiss broke, he was the first to speak. "Happy New Year, Y/n." You smiled, and returned the wish. "Happy New Year, Seonghwa."

[rustingcat]

Music

Saying goodbye to her apartment was harder than Kara anticipated. She’d lived there since she had finished college, she was attached to it, it was part of her National City identity in some way. Then again, her identity had shifted and grown so much in the past few years that it would make sense that she had to evolve in more ways than one.  She was going to be a mother soon.

Despite the somber feeling that followed her after moving her last box, she decided to make sure her first night living with Lena was a happy one. Lena seemed to have thought the same, ordering them a mountain of food and opening the tv loaded with all available streaming services. Kara used superspeed to put away as much stuff she had the energy to put away, and shoved the rest into her new room. 

"Something light?" Lena asked, shifting to make Kara room on the giant sofa.

Kara nodded and joined her side.

They decided to watch a romantic comedy about a high school reunion. It was corny and overly sweet, just like Kara liked it. 

"I never understood that tradition." Lena commented as the two leads were dancing their lost prom slow dance on the roof.  "Especially in high school, how would moving around some sweaty teenager be special in any way?"

"I didn't understand it either when I was in high school, then again I was the weird kid with no friends who got scared at every loud noise, but I think I get it now. Dancing is special, it's a unique way to express yourself and it's even more special when you get to share it with someone you care about."

"I don't see what the fuss is about. I mean, it can be impressive if the dancers are good, don't get me wrong, but slow dancing is just moving around, it's pointless."

"Lena Luthor! Don't tell me you never slow danced with anyone?" Kara asked in shock.

"I probably did with some investors or whatnot at a gala or two," she waved her hand dismissively.

That won't do. Kara stopped the movie and stood up decidedly, extending a hand out for Lena.

Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before Lena gave up, rolling her eyes at her, despite the small smile she noticed spreading on her lips. Kara pulled her up with slightly more force than Lena anticipated, rewarding Kara with Lena's magical laughter as she stood up.

Kara moved them to the open space near the window as she placed her hands on either side of Lena's hips and started swaying around with a bit too much energy for what was supposed to be a slow dance. Call it nerves, call it excitement, whatever she was she couldn't contain herself.

"Kara, I thought we were supposed to be slow dancing," Lena chuckled as she put her arms around Kara's shoulders. Probably as much to keep her steady as it was part of the dance.

"I thought you never slowed dance before in your life, miss fancy pants."

"Doesn't mean I'm ignorant of the process, Miss Danvers," Lena said as a small laugh escaped her lips.

Kara slowed her enthusiastic movements, shifting her balance slowly from side to side. "Better?"

"I suppose," Lena bit out a smile. "Although there's not any music playing."

Kara smiled, "there's always music when I'm with you," she said simply. The beating of Lena's heart was always there, filling her ears with lovely sounds that always made her day better.

Lena's heart skipped a beat as she moved her hands from Kara’s shoulders to around her neck. Heat spread through Kara's body faster than she thought was possible. 

And there was that feeling again. It felt all too familiar to be new. More like finding that thing in the fridge that you've been looking for for ages, only to discover it was right in front of you. 

"You're being ridiculous," Lena whispered in her ear.

And Kara smiled. She smiled so wide it felt as if her soul was smiling. 

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