#sorry to anyone who didn't follow me for pointy ears

[velnna]

Pause on the elves for different elves

[nakachuchu]

4:44 am | Pixie! Okkotsu Yuuta (nsfw)

SYNOPSIS: Modern Fantasy AU - You go into the forest and strange things happen at 4:44 am.

READER: female

INCLUDES: dub-con, pixie/human, oral (female receiving), aphrodisiac, forest sex, semi-exhibitionism, fingering, slight overstimulation

WORDS: 1164

WRITTEN: 05/10/2021

NOTES: @saikoaych Thank you for requesting from my time event, babe 🥺

Your mother had warned you about the dangers of the dark forest on the edge of the village. You found it odd because you were born in a modern town with supermarkets and electricity, but she still found the dark forest scary.

Oftentimes, you had told her you would be able to enter the forest with nothing but a flashlight and you would come out just fine.

Oftentimes, she’d scold you and tell you off—that young ladies shouldn’t be so careless.

So for all of your life, until you were eighteen, you had never stepped past the threshold that crossed into the dark forest that was always dark, no matter how sunny it was.

You bid farewell to your mother for college. You rarely visited because you wanted the taste of freedom you never had when you lived with her in that town.

You came back when she died, and finally, there was no one to tell you to not go into the dark forest. You had driven hours from your college and empty snack bags and drink bottles were in your car.

You didn’t understand why you weren’t allowed, so you walked into the dark forest with your phone and your flashlight on. It was chilly, but you had a feeling it would be so you wore a soft sweater.

You were barely paying attention to the time, but you did notice what your clock read at its final moments before your flashlight and phone turned off.

It was 4:44 am.

You swore you charged your phone all the way tonight. Honestly, there wasn’t a real reason for you to be going into the forest. Something simply always called you there.

"She's here."

You jolted at the whisper you heard fluttering by your left ear before you heard it again on your right here.

"She's here."

"Hello?" you called out.

"Yuuta, Yuuta, she's here!"

Hands gripped onto your hand, making you squeal and drop your phone.

"I'm sorry," a soft voice called out. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Who—Who are you?"

"If you may."

As if curtains being pulled apart to let the wind in, a bright light slowly appeared, lighting the forest up.

You raised your head slightly to eye the attractive man in front of you. You were a bit taken aback because of his dark, black eyes and his pointy ears.

"What are you?" you questioned.

He frowned for a moment before leaning in to sniff you. You leaned your head to the side unconsciously, but he took it as a sign of submission.

"You smell the same, Y/N."

"You know me?"

"We know each other," he corrected. "You used to come here to play with me when you were a child. You were so cute and chubby, always following me around everywhere."

"Wha—"

"You even said you'd marry me," he said with a pout. "You're not going to lie to a pixie, are you? We can get quite mad."

"A pixie?" you questioned.

"Mhm."

As if on cue, his ears wiggled and he looked expectantly at you.

"Pixies aren't real," you said. "I made them up. They're fictional."

"Hmph. We are very real. Your mother refused to let you come into the forest once she saw me. She said we were vicious demons. How rude. We're not vicious at all, you see."

You began to feel dizzy. Yuuta's hands gently pushed you down onto your knees before laying you on your back and tucking your legs out.

You weren't even aware of what was happening. You could see the soft fluttering of wings above you as other pixies flew away, leaving you alone with Yuuta.

His hands trailed up your sweater, pulling it off your body. He trailed kissed up your tummy, humming delightfully at how soft and warm you were.

A soft sigh left your lips and he smiled at that. You were frightened and unsure because you couldn't remember him, but he would help you.

You promised him you'd marry him and he held onto that promise for years, waiting for you to grow up before he could do anything.

He was devastated when you left town. He rarely talked to anyone and preferred to be by himself, but he immediately knew when you came back to town. He could feel you—smell you.

"So pretty," he cooed as he tore off your bra and pants, eyes roaming your body.

You shivered from the cold and he brushed his hands over your body, warming you up with his powers before tugging your panties off.

He kissed your inner thighs and your hipbone, hands gripping your thighs softly and pulling your legs apart.

He cooed at how wet you were, leaning in to sniff your pretty cunt. He groaned softly at how good you smelled.

Pixies were known to be tricksters with bad tempers that enjoyed preying upon humans, but you were special. You were the only human he ever cared for.

His tongue laid flat on your cunt, flicking upwards. Your back arched slightly and a moan left your lips.

He hummed in satisfaction at the moan that left your lips. He was proud of himself for making you feel good.

His pretty lips were wet with your cum, wrapped around your clit as he sucked on it like a newborn baby on a mother's nipple.

Shudders racked through your body and gasps left your lips. Your eyes were foggy, closed in content. Your eyebrows were furrowed in, fingers digging into the earth as Yuuta lapped at your cunt.

His tongue flicked back and forth on your clit. He moved one of his hands to press his index finger against your cunt.

You mewled, toes flexing and digging into the dirt as his finger slid inside you, curling against your sweet spot.

He pumped his finger in and out of you while licking your swollen clit, occasionally pausing to kiss the inside of your thigh lovingly.

"M-More," you breathed out.

He smiled against your clit, sliding a second finger inside you. You let out a lewd moan at the feeling of being stretched out.

Your hips began moving, moving your cunt against his face. His nose breathed in your scent deeply, picking up his pace.

Your hand weakly shot out to tangle your fingers in his hair. He groaned at the feeling of your fingernails scratching against his scalp, pulling him closer to your cunt.

He lapped at your cunt, tongue flicking from his fingers stuffed inside your cunt to your swollen and aching clit.

"I—'m cum-cumming—"

Your back arched as you creamed all over his face. He licked you through your orgasm, making your body shake and tremble.

You cried out for him to stop, hands weakly pushing him away. He lifted his face out of your cunt, a soft popping sound emitting along with a trail of cum and saliva connecting his lips to your clit.

"Now, about that marriage proposal," he said.

[bnhaohmy]

Bunny

Summary: You transferred to UA, being shy and not very talkative. With this, not many kids wanted to talk to you except for 3 third years, one of which falling for you once he laid his eyes on you.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: fluff, very soft, it's kind of a jumbled mess but I love it

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this story! Also I gave the reader a cat quirk like my own personal OC. So you're kinda like Tsuyu but with Cat features.

You sit quietly at your desk, looking around the classroom to everyone else who were all much more focused on their conversations to notice the new girl. You were thankful for it, your anxiety would not be able to handle an entire class' focus being on you.

You played quietly with your fingers, small little lesions showing up as your blade like nails scraped at your skin. You looked up as 3 students walked in right as the bell rang, two of them talking and laughing loudly as the other kept his head low and only contributed whispers to the conversation.

The girl was the first to spot you, letting out a large gasp as she did. "Ooh! And new student! I'm Nejire!" She spoke, her hands clasped behind her back as she tilted her whole body to the side as to smile at you. You freeze instantly and shakily waive at her "Y-Y/N..." you spoke softly, catching the attention of the two males with Nejire more than you had had before. "Aw, you're like our little kitten Tamaki! I'm sorry for being so straightforward with introducing myself Y/N and for getting attention on you." She spoke, her tone getting softer as to make everyone look away from you.

You smile gently at her actions "it's okay..I just don't like the attention or meeting people to be honest.." you murmur out as he glance over to the navy haired boy whose eyes were focused on you. Once his eyes met your gaze, he blushed and instantly looked away as his body began to shake.

Nejire nods before she points to Mirio, "this is Mirio" she said with a smile as the blonde male waves "hey there!" He said before sitting down at his desk with Nejire following after. You watched them and smile gently before looking to boy you now knew as Tamaki. The first thing you noticed was his pointy ears, your smile growing softly as you felt your own cat ears flatten against your head.

Soon enough your home room teacher stepped in and you pulled your notes out to start doodling. Soon you felt a small tap on your shoulder from Nejire "so, Me, Mirio and Tamaki have to head to the first years to explain work studies and talk with them. From what everyone has been saying...you were the top third year at your old school?" She asks and tilts her head, her hair following behind her head.

You look up and nod "I was. I think I'm number 4 at this school behind you 3" you speak softly and smile.

"Awsome! Why don't you come with us and talk with the first years. You still have your work study right? That's the reason you transferred was to get closer to it?" She asks softly with a bright and happy smile

You nod to her words "that would be amazing Nejire. And yes, I transferred to be closer with my work study. Now that I think about it, there was another third year from U.A. in the agency I got approved for.." you speak softly.

Mirio and Tamaki both perk up hearing this "who did you get approved by Y/N?" Mirio asks as he turns to look at you

"Ah, Fatgum" you say softly and smile at him "I just don't know who all is under the agency yet" you speak softly

Tamaki hesitantly opens his mouth "I'm the other third year..." he speaks quietly as he keeps his head down. You turn and smile "well...at least I have met you then" you speak softly and rub his shoulder which only made him tense up more.

You pull away slowly and offer a gentle smile toward the timid Male before focusing on class until you and the other three left class for head down to the first years.

Once you all had finished introductions, you all went to the gym as Mirio wanted yo see just how tough this class was. Tamaki was almost instantly glued to the wall as his anxiety had sky rocketed with all the kids.

You quietly walked over to him and leaned against the wall as you sighed "are they always like this?" You ask softly and he simply nods "Mirio had a reason for this, he must gets carried away" Tamaki murmurs to you as he turns and looks at your face.

You nod before playing with your hands "will you introduce me to everyone at the agency?" You ask softly as he bit down on his swollen and chapped lip, nodding shortly after "O-Of course.." he whispered

You walked quietly beside Tamaki through the school halls, the two of you not wanting anything to do with the gym training that Nejire and Mirio were doing with the Students that had taken under their wings so to speak.

Tamaki kept his eyes on you the whole time you walked together, your entire presence captivating the male. He was so intrigued to find someone who was like him, that wasn't loud and outgoing and that was really sweet as well.

"Does that sound okay with you Tama?" You ask, snapping Tamaki from his daze.

"H-Huh?" He asks softly as he looks down to hide is embarrassment of missing your entire question.

"I asked if it sounded okay for us to go to my place to study since you brought up that you needed somewhere quiet to study. Mirio and Nejire don't know my dorm number yet so we would be in a safe and quite place~" you chime out to him, a smile dancing it's way across your lips

"T-That sounds perfect Y/N..I would r-really appreciate it" he says, looking up to me your happy gaze which only causes a small smile to tug at his own lips.

You giggle softly and nods "come on then slow poke. We have to get there before everyone starts coming home.." you say softly and hold you hand out for him, offering another gentle smile to the male.

Tamaki blushes but takes you hand and starts walking a bit faster as to keep up with you as you lead him to your dorm room. You smile and rub the top of his hand with your thumb as you could still feel his nerves going crazy.

Soon enough you were at your dorm you and you opened the door before moving to let him in. "It's a little messy but we can still get work done.." you murmur as you follow behind him before sitting down on your bed, him following and sitting next to you.

You smile up at him and pull all your homework from your bag before starting to work on it. You felt his gaze on you, but didn't want to make him more anxious so you kept your gaze on your work.

After a few hours of working, Tamaki looks up when he feels a sudden heavy weight on his left side, mainly his arm. He looks down and his face flushes when he sees you had fallen asleep on him, pencil still in hand. "Y-Y/N..." he whispers and shakily brushes your hair from your face.

He bites his lip and slowly sides your homework from your lap and moves it to your desk. He then puts his back in his bag carefully before laying down onto your bed. He pulls you with him as he curls up to keep you warm as your blanket had been moved to the floor already.

He sighs softly and smiles gently as he looks at your sleeping form "you look like a little bunny more than a kitty.." he murmurs to himself before his own eyes close and he falls asleep with you close in his arms.

You yawn as you wake up, looking around before you finally felt the weight of someone next to you. You started to panic before looking up, your mind instantly easing when you saw Tamaki sleeping soundly next to you still. He curled up close to you, his hair covering half of his face but you could still see how cute he looked as he slept.

You slowly get out of his arms and pull your phone from your bag, looking to see a few messages from Nejire.

🦄 Nejire-Chan

Hey have you seen Tamaki? (8:30 pm)

Y/Ninnie? Mirio and I cant get a hold of Tamaki at all...I'm getting worried (10 pm)

Ah, he finally answered! Sorry if I woke you two~ didn't know you were having a little date! Don't get wild on our Kitten okay? (2 am)

You roll your eyes at the messages before grabbing a hoodie from your floor before heading down to the common area to make breakfast. You finished up cooking and headed back up to your dorm, not wanting to eat downstairs where it was all quiet and alone. You opened the door to your dorm and smile to see Tamaki awake, rubbing his eyes.

Once his eyes landed on you, his face flushed red "Y-Y/N...why do you have my hoodie on?" He asks softly

You look down and blush "ah I-I had just grabbed one from the floor. I'm sorry Tama! I'll take it off." You say softly but he stops you before you can even set your food down "K-Keep it on. You look c-cute" he said with a big smile.

After a few weeks and getting to know everyone in the agency, you were allowed out on patrols with Tamaki. He was very hesitant at first to have anyone but Fatgum with him, but with Kirishima now in the agency, someone had to help and train the first year.

You happily walked next to Tamaki and looked around, "it's different doing Hero Studies over here. My last hero study was just paperwork.." you sighed out, your tone of voice much louder since you were just around Tamaki, spooking the male a bit.

Tamaki looks to you and tilts his head "really?" He asks as he looks down at you "t-they should at least let you watch patrols even if you don't do anything. F-Fatgum trusts us rather well but most heros get to do patrols by their third year.." he spoke and then looked up when he heard a scream that was just around the corner.

You both rushed around the corner and Tamaki instantly looked around before he saw a woman on the ground. He walked over and began to assess the wounds she had as you looked around to find any culprit. Soon enough, you had your answer as you were grabbed and pulled down the alleyway.

You squeal and try to fight back before looking to Tamaki, making eye contact and seeing his body start to panic before everything went black as a hand holding a rather soaked rag was placed over your nose an mouth.

Tamaki stood still in shock, his body unable to move as he watched you get taken. He shook himself back to reality and instant pulled his phone out to call Fatgum and then Neijire and Mirio.

"W-what do I do..?" He whispers into the phone as he starts rushing around to see if he could spot you at all.

"Well, calm down first off. You won't do anything good when you're panicking Tamaki. We all know that.." Nejire said as she sighed, Mirio leaning to speak up once she was done.

"You need to look down alleys and inlets mostly. It sounds like the villain that took Y/N doesn't have a quirk since your victim had been cut and then Y/N was drugged. He couldn't have gotten that far.."

Tamaki only nods before shakily sighing into the phone "w-what if she's really hurt..its our first patrol and she's already gotten taken and she's gonna be hurt and hate everything." He said as fast as his mouth would allow him and felt tears start streaming down his face

"Tama...calm down. Me and Mirio will come help look for her as well as some of the other heroes okay? She'll be just fine!" Nejire said as she tried to cheer the anxious male up, but it only made his stomach churn when he heard the words "She'll be fine". He knew you would be fine but he could only think of the worst and he didn't want you to hate him or not trust him anymore.

After 5 hours and a few pros coming in to help, you were finally found. You were bruised and bloody, but mostly okay. Tamaki looks at your body and starts whimpering, his whole body shaking as tears start falling down his cheeks.

Nejire looks over and runs to hug him, pulling his face down to her shoulder to let him cry. "She's okay Tamaki...I promise. I know you care for her but you need to calm down. Everything will be okay..." she murmurs and runs his back before taking him over to one of the cars that had been called "let's head to the dorm.." she whispers and pulls him into the car with her.

Weeks pass and you were still holed up in your dorm, not able to do anything as you were waiting on your broken ankle to heal. Nejire and Mirio were persistent on bringing you any homework you guys had, and always told you what had happened in class before giving you an apologetic look when you asked about Tamaki.

You knew he had felt bad for what had happened but you missed him, you didn't know why exactly as you had never felt this way about anyone but your heart hurt when you were away from him. You had never thought about loving someone as you were focused on school but you just felt complete around Tamaki and you needed to see him.

You grab you phone and pull his contact up, before hitting the video call button. You attempted 3 times, the first 2 times being rejected before he finally answered.

"W-What do you want Y/N?" He asks quietly as he laid his phone on his desk, so you were only able to see the ceiling of his dorm.

"I want to talk to you and I really want to see you Tama.." you say softly and adjust yourself on you bed. "Come to my dorm..please" you whisper and get a pouty tone.

"Why..? I-I let you get hurt and y-you're broken now..." he said and you could hear his hiccups, your heart breaking know that he was crying.

"Tamaki, broken bones heal and bruises disappear...please come see me..I need to see you..." you whine out "I don't like hearing you cry..."

You were only met with the video call ending. You looked at your phone surprised and sat there stunned on your bed before you heard a knock at your door and then the door opening. Tamaki walks in quietly and looks at you before he completely breaks. He starts shaking and crying, covering his face as he does.

"Oh Tama...come here.." you speak out and open your arms, the male instantly coming over to hide in your neck, his sobs calming down as he did.

"Its okay...I'm here okay? I'm not dead...I'll be fine soon." You hum before looking down to him.

Tamaki looks up to you and whispers "Y/N...I'm so sorry. I didn't want to see you because I felt so guilty about getting you hurt but the guilt was worse than just that. I-I think I l-love you.." he finishes and his face flushes red. "My h-heart started hurting when I let you get taken and not seeing you for these weeks has only made it worse.." he whines out

"I love you too Tamaki...my body can't handle being away from you. I hope you will come see me more now..." you say with a gentle smile

Tamaki nods "I-I'll come see you if you'll be my little bunny?" He asks with a sweet smile

You laugh and nod, smiling brightly as you press a kiss to his nose.

"Of course I'll be your Bunny.."

[monodreamin]

Last Christmas I gave you my heart

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader, ex boyfriend Taehyung x Reader

Rated: M (18+)

Genre: smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst, one shot

Synopsis: Last Christmas was full of heartbreak when your Ex boyfriend Taehyung broke up with you on Christmas. You run into your ex boyfriend in a department store a year later and the stranger swoops in to save you.  

Warnings: protected sex, sex with a stranger, a bit of jealous /possessive Hoseok, vaginal sex and not too many warning so it’s all I can think of for now.

Words: 2,351

I was doing some last minute Christmas shopping at a department store when I bumped into him. Him the man who broke my heart last Christmas he ripped my heart from out my chest and proceeded to stomp it out as it laid on the ground until it was mush and a bloody mess. That's exactly how it felt if I had to describe it.

Damn it why was he still so ethereal looking? but I knew better than that he was the devil. I watched from a safe distance he was so into whatever was in his hands. The Christmas lights from a nearby display cast light on his face.

The man and I dated for a year before we broke up. The saddest part was when I scrolled down my instagram feed and saw some photos of him with another woman on new year's eve. I was dating him for a year and he never once posted me. To be fair we both agreed not to post each other. We wanted our relationship to be private. But shortly after we broke up he posted his new girlfriend which had me thinking how long had he been with her? Did he cheat on me? It was only natural for me to think about these things with the timing.

It made me think that's probably why he didn't want us to post about our relationship to begin with. I agreed at the moment because I thought it was a great idea. I was always a private person and I didn't want anyone giving us their opinions on our relationship. it was easy for me to agree to these terms and maybe it was stupid of me too.

“Y/n???” Taehyung spotted me and walked my way. Shit I froze. My eyes stayed glued to his face as he made his way towards me.

“oh...hello Taehyung.” I croaked my eyes now looking down at the floor.

“It’s been so long. What has it been like a year?” he embraced me and I stiffened in his arms. Why was he treating me like I was his long lost friend? After we broke up we stopped communicating and I didn't know what I would do if I crossed paths with him again. This experience was awkward to say the least.

“Yea it has been exactly a year.” my eyes glanced over at a nearby rack. I wanted to look at anything but his face again. “Well it's good seeing you. I’m glad we ran into each other here.”

I pretended to be interested in an item in the nearby rack. “it was good seeing you too.” I lied through gritted teeth. I was trying to play nice and I didnt know how much longer I could keep this facade up.

“I just wanted to ask, did you change your phone number?”The nerve of him to ask me that.

“Yes I did once we broke up.”

“I’m sorry… that's what I wanted to tell you if I ever ran into you again. You did not deserve that. The way it happened it was just… “

“Yes I didn’t deserve to be broken up with on christmas day and i didnt deserve to scroll through my feed and see you with a new woman shortly after. Just say it Taehyung if you were really sorry you would be able to talk honestly about it and apologize sincerely but you're not. So let me guess things didn't work out with you two? ” I had reached my boiling point. I began to walk away before I let things get worse. Taehyung followed me.

“You know if you would just please give me a few minutes to explain myself. ”

“Taehyung I gave you a year that was more than enough. you hurt me and now when I see you it's like I’m reliving everything all over again and I rather not.”

“That’s why I want to make it right. I don’t want you to feel that way anymore.”

“ You shouldn’t care, I will be fine. it's none of your concern anymore so have a nice life” I said loudly.

“I didn’t cheat on you and it was wrong of me to post those photos so shortly after we split up.” Taehyung was now speaking loudly too.

A man who worked at the department store stepped between us. “The shoes you ordered I got them in the size you asked for” he looked at me speaking and I looked back at him confused for a brief second . I then figured out fairly quickly what the man was doing. “I have to go get my shoes. I played along as the man walked off and I followed him.

“I’m so sorry for getting loud in the store. Thank you for stepping in before it got worse.” The man turned to face me, his smile the brightest smile I ever witnessed. His smile was very infectious. My eyes scanning his features his perfectly shaped nose and beautiful

heart shaped lips. The man was gorgeous. Anybody with two eyes could see that.

“it's ok I felt I had to get your attention in some way before it got worse” he wanted to get my attention? My heart pounded loudly through my chest.

“Sorry again and I’m glad you did that, thank you.”

“My name is Hoseok. What is your name?” the clock by his head caught my attention. I was late for work and now in a rush. “My name is Y/N and I don't mean to be rude but I have to go right now or i'll be late. It was nice meeting you though.” I ran off in a hurry hoping I would one day see this man again.

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I finished my shift at the bakery. The day was a busy one. I was fulfilling many Christmas orders with cakes, pastries and cookies. I just got home locking the door and stepping into the shower to relax and get clean from all the icing and scent of cake off my hair. I was in the shower for a few minutes before I heard a knock on my door. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be over especially at this time. I grabbed a robe and wrapped it tightly around my body. My hair was wet from washing it so I also had a towel over my head. “who is it?” I asked as I looked through the peephole.

“It's me Hoseok. The man from the department store you left your wallet.” he brought up the familiar wallet close to the peephole. It was indeed my wallet and I didn’t even notice I had lost it until now. I opened the door letting him in.

“I’m sorry I just got in from work and was in the shower. Have a seat. Do you want something to drink?” The man handed me the wallet and his face turned red, so red I noticed it even spreaded to his pointy ears.

“I’m fine I should go home now, it's late and... “ he was going to leave. I didn't want him to go. I wanted him inside of me since I first saw him at the department store. I coudn’t get him out of my head at work and now that the man was here I wasn't letting him go easily. His words were soon cut off as I dropped my robe to the floor exposing my naked body. I walked over to him seductively making sure my breasts had an extra bounce to them.

“I…” he was speechless again, his eyes filled with a hunger only my body could satiate. “Come follow me.'' I said as he held my hand and interlocked his fingers with mine. I led him to my bedroom and looked for the brand new box of condoms I had purchased some months ago. “someone is a little too overdressed for my liking.” I began to remove some of his clothing and he joined in helping me do so.

We were both naked and wasting no time he slipped the condom on. “lay on the bed.” he instructed me and I quickly followed his instructions . I couldn't wait for the feeling of his cock deep inside of me stretching me out, he locked eyes with me and pressed his body against mine, kissing my lips long and deeply, he used his tongue so skillfully his hands roaming my body. I moaned into his mouth at the anticipation that was to come.

Hosek then started to rub his body against mine slowly at a tortuous pace. “ Hoseok I want you inside of me already.” I closed my eyes letting out a deep breath. “are you sure, are you ready for me?” Hoseok’s hand rubbed between my legs. “yes I’m ready.I’m

So ready for you.” I whined and I was getting impatient. Hoseok moves his hand up and down my warm heat “let me see how ready you are for me.” he smiled as he watched the way my body reacted to his touch.

“Hoseok please...” I began to moan as he switched techniques with his hand moving his hand in circular motion. “Hoseok please what? Talk to me Y/N” he smirked. The man knew exactly what he was doing and wanted to hear the words coming out my mouth.

“I want you to fuck me with your cock.” I smiled back at him. “Wow I never thought such dirty words would come from such a pretty girl.” Once those words escaped his mouth his cock slowly filled me. “This is what you wanted?” My lips opened in a perfect O shape at the feeling of his cock entering me.

Hoseok smacked my thigh “tell me do you do this often. Do you let other men into your bedroom and let them have their way with you like I am doing now ?” I let out a moan near his ear. “No just you… only you this is my first time.” My nails dug deep into his back. “Good now let’s keep it that way.” his eyes filled with possessiveness as he stroked deeper in me.

“Only you” was all I could mutter before my eyes screwed shut and the pleasure he was giving my body took over all my senses. My legs began to shake and I lost all control. I just let my body give into him the feeling was indelible.

Hoseok was great in bed the way his hips moved. It was like nothing I have ever encountered before. The combination of his girthy cock and effortless hip movements brought me to a climax.

After the pleasure subsided I opened my eyes to see Hoseok pull out of me laying by my side. “That was… amazing but now it’s my turn to make you feel good.” I grabbed his still erected cock and sank down on him but in reverse cowgirl to give him a good look at my ass.

I looked back at him as I began to bounce on his cock making sure my ass slapped against his balls as I rode him. “Fuck Y/N you look so sexy like this” his hands cupped my ass as I picked up the pace.

“You like that?” You began touching your breasts. “Fuck I love it” Hoseok’s head tilted back and the noises leaving his lips were like the sweetest music to your ears. You held on to his ankles for more balance and to give him a better look at the curve of your ass. You were about to reach the second orgasm of the night.

Hoseok grabbed your waist and started matching up your pace fucking into you, he was bringing even more pleasure into your warm wet heat. The sound of skin slapping on skin was the only loud sound to be heard in the room and soon after you both came together.

After the mind blowing sex you knew you wanted to continue to see Hoseok. The connection might have first started off as just sex but it grew into more, he loved you and you loved him once you both fucked it out of your systems that’s when the feelings became more than just sexual.

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Hoseok took you around his neighborhood to see the houses decorated for Christmas with lots of lights and outdoor Christmas decorations. It was a tradition started from years ago. “Here drink this, it's getting cold” Hoseok handed you a hot chocolate with marshmallows.

Hoseok hugged you from behind as you both drinked your hot chocolate and watched the lights. What a difference a year made.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” You turned to the sound of the voice and knew exactly who it belonged to Taehyung.

“I’m with my boyfriend.” you pointed to Hoseok.

“Boyfriend? When did this happen?”

“Excuse me but she is my girlfriend and it shouldn’t be any of your concern.” Hoseok put a protective arm over my shoulder bringing me closer to him.

“I’m her…” I cut Taehyung off before he could say anything that would make the situation worse.

“You are what? My ex boyfriend? Because that is what you are now Taehyung. I’m here with my boyfriend trying to have a good time so you should leave us alone.” I grabbed my boyfriend’s hand and walked away. I knew he had a temper on him and would hate to see him lose it on Taehyung.

I don’t know what happened with Taehyung but I didn’t care to find out. I just knew I was in a better place now so all of his attempts to try to get me back wouldn’t ever work. I thought I needed closure and answers from Taehyung but in the end I didn’t. I just didn’t care any longer.

Last Christmas was terrible but this Christmas was special as my favorite Christmas song goes.

Last Christmas I gave you my heart

But the very next day you gave it away

This year, to save me from tears

I'll give it to someone special.

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Kirishima x reader - Drag

Fluff + drag queen Kirishima

"EIJIRO KIRISHIMA!" you sprinted to his room with a crinkling plastic bag in hand while shoving other students out the way. You knocked on his door rapidly bouncing up and down "yes (y/n)?" you shoved the plastic bag in his face and grinned from ear to ear "I saw your Instagram..." his eyes shot open and he immediately started hunting for excuses "uh it was a bet? I lost a bet to mina I promise" he slowly backed up into his room trying to hide the makeup palettes on his shelf and pushing away the feminine clothes lying on the floor "make me pretty!" you pulled out an eyeshadow palette and some brushes waving them about desperately "your already pretty?" he put the brushes down hoping no one else was hearing this conversation "EI PLEASE!" you begged and he sighed pulling you inside and shutting his door loudly.

"Please don't tell anyone pumpkin" he sighed looking at his girlfriend as you bounced around excitedly "baby I will never ever tell anyone if you don't want me to" you promised and he sat you down in front of his mirror brushing the hair out of your face combing through it with his crimson riot hairbrush which you thought was adorable. He shuffled through the palettes in your bag "you got these from the dollar store didn't you" he sat the out on the marble vanity and opened them up to look at the cracked powders making you click your tongue "they weren't like that when I bought them" you said closing the palettes again quickly "it's okay I have plenty" he muttered and pulled a drawer out from under his bed which was filled top to bottom edge to edge with makeup.

"Wow, Ei that's a lot! This must have been a lot of money" you giggled and he pulled out his mint to be and misunderstood palette by colourpop and lipstick by nyx "yeah it does cost a lot but I think it's worth it" he smiled and pulled the foundation you bought out of the bag since it was your shade and he would not be letting you go out looking like a cheap whore who couldn't even match her foundation to her skin tone. "I've never worn makeup before" you admit squishing your cheeks together while he hunted for a colour corrector to go over your purple eye bags "your 17 and you've never worn makeup?" he asked and dabbed the colour corrector on thickly, your eyebags were terrible afterall "you haven't been sleeping well have you pumpkin," he asked blending out the cream under your eyes and pumping out some foundation onto the back of his hand. "Just nightmares Ei" you gave a lopsided grin and he kissed the top of your head "do you want to talk about it," he asked and started putting the foundation on your face gently, he didn't want to hurt you by dabbing too hard.

You shook your head and turned looking into the mirror instead of at him "do you need to talk about something?" he stopped doing your foundation "what do you mean?" you carefully thought of how to phrase your next sentence while he took a drink of his water "are you gay?" you grimaced when he spat his water out getting it all over you and the vanity. he chuckled "no pumpkin I'm definitely not gay" he wiped the vanity down with an old T-shirt "are you trans? If you are I'll support you one hundred per cent of the way" you put your hand on top of his reassuring him even though he didn't need the reassurance "I'm not trans either (y/n) I just do drag" he showed you a little book from his shelf and you flicked through it it was filled with pictures of him in drag and flyers and tickets from all of his shows. It did bring him immense joy knowing that if he was trans you wouldn't break up with him (sorry straight ppl) and that you had no issue if he was gay other than you not being a guy which would have been an issue.

"You look so pretty in this one" you gushed pointing to the picture of him next to a microphone and a laughing crowd and he laughed nervously remembering that night did not go brilliantly, well no it did, but that night he got caught by Mr Aizawa for sneaking out, BUT he got permission to go do his thing instead of having to sneak out "how many people know?" you asked while he primed your eyelids with a different blender "you and Mr Aizawa," he said sadly, sure he was upset that his friends didn't know but he didn't WANT them to know, that's why he lied and told them he didn't have Instagram but he was more than happy now that you knew and he no longer had to hide his passion from the person he loved most in this world "Mr Aizawa?" you giggled imagining the shocked face of your teacher when your boyfriend got home in a full face of makeup "comes to every one of my shows" he grinned and picked up a small pointy brush. "Well I better get to know Mr Aizawa a bit more huh"

He dusted the brush in a dark green and asked you to shut your eyes "so how come I wasn't aware my boyfriend is a drag queen" you asked while the handsome boy packed your crease with dark green and he sighed heavily concentrating on the powder falling onto your cheeks "I just didn't know how you would react" he said brushing the green flecks from your face "I will always accept you Ei don't you forget that" you grabbed the hand he wasn't using and squeezed it tightly while he stamped the rest of the colour in and winged the end and started buffing it out.

"I don't understand why you wanted me to do your makeup though," he said picking up a clean brush and smothering it in a pastel green dusting it lightly on the edge of the crease he had made to blend it out and went back over the dark green, "I told you I wanted you to make me pretty" you reminded him, maybe he forgot what you said when you came to his door and shoved the bag in his face "your already gorgeous (y/n) you don't need makeup," he said kissing the top of your head again while pouring some concealer onto his hand "aw Ei thank you" you smiled at him... maybe, you didn't know you still had your eyes closed "I don't really know why I wanted you to actually i just thought it would be fun" you shrugged and raised your eyebrows for him when you felt him go in with the concealer covering part of your eyelid and the outward flick and more green flecks fluttered down to your face making you scrunch up your nose "wait I'm going to sneeze" you warned him and turned away letting out an adorable kitten sneeze making him laugh "I love you more and more each day" he praised making your face turn red underneath the foundation.

He brushed on a shimmery white into the corners of your eyelid making them sparkle "(y/n) you realise that once the lipstick is on it means no kisses" he smirked and watched as your face dropped and you struggled to keep your eyes closed "YOU NEVER SAID NO KISSES!" you yelled and smacked your hand over your mouth before someone could come and check out the couples quarrel a few rooms over "what if you put your makeup on too then nothing is technically getting messed up?" you offered hoping that you could convince him. You would not be living this day without kisses it was illegal for you to go a day without kisses "what if someone see's me?" he asked picking up a limey green on his brush and moving the hair that had fallen in front of your face. "Then we say I dared you and that I bought all the makeup and followed a tutorial," you said bringing up a youtube video that looked similar-ish to the look he was doing on you "it couldn't hurt," he said and put on the lime green in the middle of your lid blending it into the white.

"I'm really proud of you Ei," you said and your lips turned upward while he applied a lighter version of the eyeshadow he used on your crease to the outer part of your eyelid following the flick upwards and blending it into the shimmery lime "why?" he pulled back to look at his work so far and smiled softly at how pretty you looked, you always looked pretty but this was your first time ever wearing makeup and he was doing it for you, something about the love he put into the makeup made you shine with beauty... and the light on the vanity made your eyeshadow sparkle. "Because you followed your passion even if you weren't sure what others would think. And that makes you the manliest guy alive" you complimented and he looked over at his poster of a crimson riot like it would somehow come to life and agree with your words "that means more than you could ever know pumpkin" you opened the eye he wasn't working on and saw him looking at his poster "plus your only 17 and you're famous as a Hero and a drag queen"

He went in with a white eyeliner cutting the crease with the pointy stick trying not to harm your eye "I hate these things" he said and grumbled something about how stupid and fiddly they are then slammed the liner on the vanity neatening up the lines a bit "wow we're almost done the first eye" he said applying the eyeshadows he used on your eyelid to your lower lashline and blended them out making them look soft and feathery and finally applied the shiny white to the corner of your eye. He picked out a tiny plastic container of tiny tiny diamonds and a tube of eyelash glue and gently pressed the diamonds onto the top of your cut crease. He used the same lash glue and put on the long eyelashes then moved on to fill in your brow.

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He finished the second eye and grabbed a large fluffy brush and contoured your face bringing the warmth back into you. He grabbed a rosy blush and dusted it on and finished grabbed a smaller brush brightening your face with a greeny-blue highlighter making you glow in the white light of the vanity. "We're almost done," he said letting you know you could look forward to opening your eyes again. "But then you have to do yours" you reminded him and he hummed "it takes a quarter of this time to do it to myself" he teased and popped open a lipstick asking you to part your lips "why you gonna kiss me?" you chuckled and he leaned in close kissing you with his soft lips "obviously" and he put the lipstick on you adding some green rhinestones to seal the deal.

"Okay (y/n) open your eyes" he instructed and stood up letting you take in your face while he hunted through his wardrobe throwing stuff onto his bed "holy All Might" you leaned in close to the mirror admiring the gorgeous artwork on your face "I didn't know I could look so good in green" you mumbled and beamed at the reflection in front of you "you look gorgeous," he said coming up behind you and kissing your neck "but we aren't done yet" he dangled a green dress in front of you "so you get the rest of you ready while I get myself ready okay?" he said sitting himself down at the vanity and you jumped up and down enthusiastically grabbing the dress and pleaser heels he placed down for you and moving the wig out of your face.

About an hour later you were both fully ready

"meet my photographer," he said bringing you to the back of the dorms where Mr Aizawa was standing lazily checking his phone "MR AIZAWA IS YOUR PHOTOGRAPHER? How does he let you get away with those photo's" you whispered the last part asking yourself more than him and he shrugged "cmon after this we're going to a show" he smiled and pulled you over with him in front of the camera "Kiri can we do this like all the time?" you asked while your teacher photographer set up the camera "of course pumpkin". This would be the best photo in his book yet.

A/n: I wanted to make kiri a drag queen so I did

[ronans-sepiaphotograph]

Sunflower, Vol. 6

(A Jerejean AU)

Part one.

Part two:

Tired eyes are the death of me

Mouthful of toothpaste before I got to know you

I've got your face hung up high in the gallery

I love this shade, sunflower, sunflower

Your flowers just died, plant new seeds in the melody

This wonderful edit is by @91percentpynch which inspired me to start writing this AU. I adore her and Jean Moreau is the love of our life and the light of our existence and the moon of our sky.

The next time Jean stepped foot inside Knox florists was one month later because he couldn't get Jeremy the shop out of his head. There were hazel eyes and cymbidiums, yellow blonde hair and chrysanthemums and Jeremy and his bright smile.

Jean never wanted anything before. Want meant making yourself vulnerable, stripping down your walls. It had only led him to pain and hurt, blood and tears. But there it was again, this overwhelming ache, this annoying brightness that made Jean want.

The shop was empty except for Garfield sniffing a pot of hydrangeas as Jean was about to open the door, Luna bouncing beside him already.

The bell chimed and a second later, Jeremy's head popped up from behind the counter. He still had his stupid smile on his face that made Jean's heart stutter in his chest. And there were leaves and rose petals stuck in his flowy blonde hair. He waved enthusiastically at Jeremy and Jean smiled a small smile.

"hello" "hi" "how are you, Jean Moreau?"

Jeremy's French was so terribly Jean sighed.

"Jeremy your French is terrible" "I know but it makes you smile so it's win"

Jean didn't know whether to fling himself out of this world or to press his lips on Jeremy's.

"perhaps you can teach me. I can pronounce croissant" "oh mon dieu no" "or avant garde" "stop" "or crème brulée" "no Jeremy-"

Jeremy was staring at him, his smile wider than ever which just made Jean wonder whether he did something.

"did I something?" "You're laughing" "I can laugh" "it's the first time you've laughed that I've heard"

They were both blushing. Jean literally sighed and buried his head in his arms on the table. Jeremy laughed and Jean wanted to tattoo his laugh on his heart even if that made no remote sense.

"if it's okay I'm gonna sit here and sketch" "can I see?" "Maybe later?" "Okay"

He did. The studio was closed today as Aaron had gone home to visit his boyfriend and twin brother. And Jean got terribly bored at the studio alone. And he remembered he had Jeremy's card. So, he was back. He had been busy for a month with a lot of commissions so he had been talking to Jeremy via text. It was quite fun as Jeremy was just as bright when he texted.

He pulled out his sketchbook. There were all sorts of things that he'd sketched. Flowers and vines, hands and eyes, animals and birds. He had tattooed a few even. He looked around but his eyes landed only on Jeremy who stuck out like a sore thumb against the sea of plants.

He gave in and started putting Jeremy on paper. The mess of his blonde hair, wavy and long. His large eyes and pointy nose that dipped at the right angle. The curve of his cupid's bow and the freckles on his face, dusted across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

It was slow and delicate, the scratch of graphite against the paper because art came slow and eventual, like rainfall on a sunny day.

Jeremy was not short, just that Jean was taller by a few inches. He was tall and angular and had muscular arms and beautiful hands with nerves jutting out when he flexed his hands. His nails were almost always painted a bright yellow.

Jeremy came alive on Jean's sketchbook and the Jean took out his pencils to fill in the colour. He spent a good minutes trying match the colour of Jeremy's skin until he was fed up and went with the closest shade.

When he looked up, Jeremy was tending to a rather large bouquet of tulips and roses as he chatted with his customer. The hope blooming in Jean's chest wilted he saw Jeremy blush while talking to the woman.

Jean vented out his frustration by aggressively scribbling his pencil until the tip broke with a crack. He didn't even know why he was angry at this, this mess of feelings that had bloomed in his chest.

And why would Jeremy even like him? He was too broken, there were too many sharp yet delicate pieces of him that he himself couldn't keep a count of yet he was trying to piece them together, one by one. Why would Jeremy pick those up and cradle them when he could have someone who'd give him all he wanted. Jean had survived, barely and he didn't know how to live. Live in the way life was supposed to be lived in.

Jeremy noticed him and sat beside him after he handed the woman her bouquet. Jean didn't say anything but continues to colour his sketch as he felt Jeremy's eyes linger on him.

"Jean?" "Yes?" "Is that me?"

Jean didn't say anything but responded by slamming his sketchbook shut and gathering his pencils. Jeremy flinched beside him. He got up, eyes burning as he grabbed Luna's leash and walked to leave. She tilted her head in question but followed him nonetheless.

Be still my unsteady heart, he angrily reminded himself as he prepared to storm out.

Then they were, Jeremy's fingers closed around his wrist that made his heart hammer louder than ever that it was ringing in his own ears.

"don't go please"; the broken edges of Jeremy's whisper that told him to turn around.

"did I do something wrong?" "No" "then?" "It hurts" "what does?" "Everything?" "Okay" "you" "me?" "You hurt me"

The silence began to eat him slowly, creeping up from the ground. When he looked at Jeremy, his eyes had darkened to a stormy hazel and his frown was there, underlying. He loosened his grip on Jean's and stepped backward but Jean caught his hand again.

"I've never felt this way about anyone. But you are making me feel these, these emotions that made hope blooms until your girlfriend came here" "I don't have a girlfriend?" "The lady who came in earlier" "oh, she was my sister. She asked me- whether- whether you were my boyfriend" "oh"

There was Jeremy, blushing again, slowly lacing their fingers together; carefully, elegantly, slowly as if giving Jean time to pull away but their fingers tangled and oh, oh, oh, Jeremy was so warm and Jean was so cold. Because Jeremy was alive and warm and his heartbeat was faint staccato under Jean's fingers and Jean was cold and learning to live and his heart was a thawing piece of frozen flesh.

"well" "I'm sorry" "don't be, please. Would you like to have lunch with me?" "Okay" "do you like tacos?" "I suppose"

Jeremy laughed brightly as Jean let go and sat back down. Jeremy called a place and ordered food and came back to sit beside him.

"can I see the sketch?" "Yes"

Jean pulled out his sketchbook and showed the sketch to Jeremy. Jeremy's fingers were feather light on the paper as they grazed his own features, delicate and beautiful. When Jeremy looked back at him, his eyes were bright and twinkling and full of admiration for Jean.

He looked with such ferocity that for the first time Jean felt seen. He felt vulnerable and fragile and felt like Jeremy would break him the way he wanted to be broken, just to be healed again.

His smile was gentle and persistent, it made Jean's heart flutter again. And he was suddenly leaning closer towards Jeremy, closer and closer until their breaths mingled.

"I fear you'll burn me" "what?" "You're so bright like the sun I feel like you'll incinerate this very second until all that remains is nothing yet, yet I can't help but be drawn to you" "oh"

And Jean watched as Jeremy's fingers inched towards his face, slow so as to give Jean to pull away but Jean didn't, he wouldn't. And Jean's skin was on fire as Jeremy's fingers grazed his cheeks, traced the tattoo of the moon that has risen there and the trail of little stars that began at his cheek and cascade down like a starry waterfall down his neck and onto his back and into nothingness.

Jean's inhaled sharply as Jeremy breathed as he traced his finger delicately across Jean's face as if he was made of glass and too much pressure and Jean would crack.

Jean was toughened like a diamond or a rock and nothing could break him anymore but Jeremy. Jeremy made him feel like he was a delicate little thing, a bud, a blossom blooming on a dewy morning.

Jean moved and Jeremy's face was under his hands as the pupils of Jeremy's eyes widened. He rubbed his calloused thumbs across Jeremy's cheeks and Jeremy closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them again, they were twinkling like stars.

"Hazel mixed with green" "huh?" "The colour of your eyes when you stand under the sun and the rays hit them perfectly"

Jeremy laughed and Jean leaned forward and looked at Jeremy. There was no hesitation, none at all. Jean let his feelings wash him over, trample him over and he had surrendered in this want. He pressed his lips against Jeremy's and they were soft, and warm against Jean's chapped and cold ones. And Jeremy's hands were gentle in his hair, carding through it.

When they pulled away, the unsteadiness in Jean's heart had calmed down as he looked at Jeremy. There was a faint pink tinge to his cheeks that clashed with his freckles and there was that lopsided smile that was different from his usual ones. Jean thought that this one might be special.

"I have nothing to give to you, Jeremy Knox. Except me" "and I'll try to give you everything you want" "I'm broken and there's too many pieces" "then let me pick them up with you, for you" "I fear you'll break me. I fear you'll break me and help me heal when I'm too shattered" "I'll try to make you feel less broken"

Jeremy didn't assure him that he'll make Jean whole. Jean supposed Jeremy knew that feeling whole was just bullshit. It was false hope and fake words for those who were afraid of the truth.

Jean pulled up his sleeves, to reveal his scars and tattoos and Jeremy was staring wide-eyed at him. Jeremy's fingers hovered around his arms and Jean whispered a quiet yes and Jeremy grazed his fingers against his scars, the flowers and vines tattooed around them and the sunflower on his forearm. Jeremy smiled at him through glassy eyes. Jeremy moved his fingers, slender and long and graceful against Jean's skin, like an artist mixing colours on a pallet, careful and methodical.

"you gave me the sunflower, Jeremy Knox" "I remember" "this one will never wilt" "I'll give you a million sunflowers more if you want"

Jean smiled, it was not as bright as Jeremy's but it'd do and pressed his lips against Jeremy's once more.

It felt a lot like blooming.

[youbloodymadgenius]

Yours (Vampire!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry to @geekandbooknerd​‘s Birthday Challenge. Happy Birthday, Hayley 💝

The prompt We are all someone’s monster (Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows) is in bold.

@bluearchersstuff​ - Thank you for beta reading this for me 💖 It was the first time, it won’t be the last 😉

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Summary: You hate Halloween and of course you hate Halloween parties. But who’s this handsome guy who’s looking at you?

Warnings: not my best work, I’m sorry.

Words: 1821

You roll your eyes, sighing at your own stupidity. For the umpteenth time tonight, you're wondering what you were thinking about when you agreed to come. Of course, Sofia is your best friend, and she is the one who asked you to go with her.

 Yet, you should have known better.

 You dislike Halloween. Scratch that. You hate Halloween and everything about it with a passion. You hate dressing up. You hate cobwebs, fangs, zombies and skeletons. You even hate squash soup, and that's saying a lot!

 But yeah, your friend can be convincing when she has a mind to be. And that's why you're here – almost against your will, so to speak – at Ben's house. Ben with whom Sofia slipped away over an hour ago. Probably upstairs. You don't even want to think about what they're doing right now.

 Anyway, you're here, and that's all that matters…

 The pounding music is too loud, the people too drunk, the place too crowded. If it wasn't for the handsome stranger who hasn't stopped looking at you since you showed up, you wouldn't be here anymore.

Nervously pulling and tugging on the little black dress borrowed from Sofia – oh no, not a simple black dress, a black dress with fucking skeleton print – you make up your mind and head toward the makeshift bar. You need a drink if you intend to stay. Something strong, possibly.

 A 'Vampire Cocktail' in hand, you slowly cross the room. With every step, you can feel the stranger's gaze upon you; and you know with unsettling certainty that if you look back at him, he wouldn’t lower his eyes.

 He was apparently alone, does not talk to anyone, or dance, and didn't look at anyone but you.

 You should feel embarrassed, or even upset, but you aren’t. Knowing that his eyes are staring at you like that is surprisingly pleasant. And you can't help but feel hopelessly drawn to him, almost magnetically, or magically. Because strangely, wherever you are in the room, the man is there, never more than a few steps away from you.

 The room may be dark, but you still can see the otherworldly blue of his eyes. You're entranced, fascinated, mesmerized.

 Giving him a shy smile, you quickly avert your gaze, blushing. As you raise back your head, the man is gone, but when a gloved hand brushes against yours, you know it's his, without a doubt.

 "Shall we go out?" He asks with a sultry voice that sends shivers down your spine. Even if he gives you a questioning look, his hand gesturing toward the large patio door, you know it's a rhetorical question. You don't have a choice and you don't mind it. The stranger wraps a strong arm around your waist, leading you toward the backyard.

 You follow him willingly, almost obediently, a small smile playing on your lips. He leads you without saying a word, and as soon as the patio door closes behind you, the only sound you can hear is the thud of his cane on the gravel.

 "Better here, right?" He takes a seat on a porch swing, inviting you to do the same.

 "I have been dreaming of this moment for so long." His voice is hoarse as he slightly leans toward you, boldly resting a hand on your knee.

 Confused, you want to ask him what he means. After all, you met for the first time less than two hours ago. But you don't get the chance, since he speaks again. "Very nice dress, by the way."

 Scrutinizing you in the bright moonlight, he looks at you shamelessly, his gaze stopping first on your neck, then your cleavage, your breast and finally your fishnet stocking-clad thighs.

 Intimidated, you blush and say the first thing that pops into your head. "Your… your Halloween costume is a piece of art. It's so… real…"

 "My… what?" Quirking a brow, the man looks at you in disbelief.

 "Your…," your shaky voice gives away your nervousness, "Your Dracula costume is… magnificent."

 You're not lying. His clothing is stunning. From his three-piece suit – obviously made of luxury fabrics – to his silk cape of extremely high quality, everything suggests that his complete outfit is undoubtedly very expensive.  As for his cane, you're willing to bet that its snake-shaped handle is made of… gold, no less. In any case, it's impressive and the handsome stranger makes a vampire truer than nature.

 Visibly taken aback by your last assertion, the man just stares at you with wide eyes. It's as if what you just said didn't make sense to him. When an icy wind swirls suddenly around you and makes you shiver, he eventually speaks sternly, almost as he were scolding you, his jaw tight. "This is not a costume."

 You're baffled, puzzled, confused. 'This is not a costume?' What does he mean?  

 "What… I don't… Wha–" You sputter, unable to gather your thoughts. Your heart hammering in your chest, you feel a knot growing in your stomach. Something feels wrong. Something feels very wrong.

 His piercing blue eyes staring into yours, you want to avert your gaze, overwhelmed and slightly scared. But when he speaks again, it's with a velvet like voice that soothes you immediately, erasing your discomfort. "Shh… It's okay…"  You wonder for a brief moment how someone can change their mood so quickly. You don't dwell on it though, because when he gives you a closed-lips smile, gentle and sweet, it melts your heart and you realize that, as if by magic, your fear is gone, replaced by desire and attraction.

 What strange power does this man have over you?

 Slowly, one finger at a time, the stranger takes off his gloves and places them on the swing next to him, while staring at you the whole time.

 As he reaches out, his hand just inches from your face, you can't resist, and you don't want to. The pull is too powerful, the longing too strong. You want him to touch you. You need him to and so you lean forward, craving for his skin against yours.

 But as soon as his fingers graze your cheek, you freeze, bemused and appalled.

 They are cold. Abnormally cold. Ice-cold. Colder than… death. You swallow loudly and then get up hastily. "I… I sh… should… go…" You stammer, panic flooding your body. You want to run away but the man doesn't give you the chance as he grabs your wrist, squeezing it tight. " That would be extremely rude when we've only just met, don't you think?" His voice is a whisper, his tone soft but you know you don't really have a say, nor a choice.

 Slowly getting up, he leans on his cane, wraps his free arm around your waist and draws you closer. He's so unnaturally strong, you can't even move as a cold wave washes over you. "I'll be gentle if you do as I say." He mumbles, his mouth against your ear.

 Questions plague your mind suddenly. Why is he so pale? Why can't you feel his breath on your face? Why are his eyes bloodshot? Why didn't you notice anything earlier? You're terrified now, aware of the danger with absolute certainty.

 "Who… Who are you?" You don't even know how you manage to babble those words. You feel weak and unsteady on your shaky legs. If it wasn't for his firm grip, you would certainly have fallen down by now.

 "It's okay, Y/N…" He says once again, and you want to believe him, despite your fear, despite the… cold. A little voice in your head whispers that you never told him your name, but it doesn't matter, not when he's looking at you with so much tenderness.

 What is he doing to you?

 "I'm Ivar." His reassuring voice is gentle, as is his smile. "Ivar Ragnarsson." He doesn't say anything else but it's enough. That's all you need to know. You're relieved. He's Ivar. Of course. Who else – what else – could he be? You've been so silly. All those strange things… The cold, his eyes, his breathing – or his lack of – there is necessarily a pragmatic explanation for each of them. The truth is you don't care. He's Ivar. A handsome and very considerate stranger that you want to get to know better, and that's enough. Everything is fine. It's okay, he's right.

 "Ivar…", you eventually repeat softly, and you love the way his name rolls off your tongue. Chuckling, you can feel yourself relaxing in his embrace. "You're going to think I'm dumb, you know? I wondered for a moment if you weren't a…", you gasp, feeling shy and embarrassed, but Ivar just looks at you, patiently waiting for you to carry on, and that's what you do. "… A vampire, you know. But obviously you're not. You're just a guy my age, with a fantastic Halloween costume, and it seems that I can't think properly, because who would think you're some kind of monster? That's insane, and I'm so sorry, and now I'm going to shut up because I'm pathetically rambling and if I continue I'm sure you won't want anything to do with me and that would be a shame because I– Oh my god, sorry!!" Covering your mouth with your hand, you blush as you realize what you were going to say. 'Because I'd love to kiss you, touch you, feel you…'

 What is he doing to you?

 Ivar keeps quiet, a semi-amused smile on his face. Eventually, he closes his eyes and then tilts his head back. "So, you thought I was a… how did you say?... a monster…" You can almost hear his grin.

 "I know," you say shamefully, "that's stupid! You're allowed to laugh at me, you know? I won't get mad, really. I don't know what went through my head. A monster! What a ridiculous thought!!"

 Ivar giggles while keeping his eyes shut. "Maybe not. You know what they say… We are all someone's monster…"

 And then, he opens his eyes. And everything goes faster.

 His eyes turn black. A feral growl escapes his lips. His smile is a predatory one.

 You can clearly see his pointy fangs.

 And you feel weirdly calm. You're not surprised, and you're ready. You need him, all of him.

 "I don't know if it's true…", you don't recognize his voice, hoarse and raspy, but you don't mind, as you don't mind when he pushes your hair away, his teeth already grazing the delicate skin of your neck.

 "However,” He mutters as you arch against him unwittingly, "there is one thing that I can say for certain. I'm definitely yours."

 And right after that, sharp fangs piercing down into the flesh of your neck, a burning pain lances through you, fading soon into an aching pleasure. You release a gasp, bucking your hips.

 "Please, unravel me, Ivar."

 What did he do to you?

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[hoseokslefteyebrow]

His || K.TH

Pairing : Kim Taehyung X Reader

Genre :  fluff, i2l ( idiots to lovers), somewhat of a smut undercut but no actual smut

Summary : Taehyung fell in love with you the moment you saved him from the shit excuse of a hybrid 'sanctuary', but it takes jealousy to actually get to talk about it with you.

Wordcount: 1.8k

[ A/N: So there was a Quotev reader who had a story suggestion for a wolf hybrid Tae, I decided to make ut into a one shot instead and instead of Wolf hybrid Tae, I decided on Alaskan Noble Companion Dog Tae. Anyway, enjoy!]

Masterlist

Taehyung's pointy black wolf like ears twitched on top of his his dyed blonde head due to all the sounds around him.

It was currently almost 2 A.M., and he had woken up to the movement around him.

Which was weird, it was usually completely quiet in the 'sanctuary' around this time. However, there was currently an unnerving amount of different sounds around him. And even tough he couldn't see anyone, he could almost feel the tension.

" What about this one?" A femine voice sounded outside the metal door he was hidden behind.

Who was at the sanctuary at this time? 

His ears went back in caution as he sat up on his bed, ready to pounce at whoever would enter his room.

" He's a little.... I don't know. But every time I see him, he's growling at us." He recognised the voice of this guy as someone who worked in the sanctuary, he'd never talked to him before, but he does recognise his voice.

A genuine chuckle left the your lips, as if it's funny.

" That's probably because you work here. Okay! Fella on the other side of this room, step back cause we're about to blow it!" Your voice sounded, and Taehyung listened, even tough he was confused.

His tail wagged softly behind him in curiosity.

" You better cover your ears!" You yelled before a beeping sound was heard.

At first the beeping was soft and even, but after a few seconds it was just a flat screaming line, and before he knew it the door was blown up.

Where the door used to stand was now one big hole, and he could see how his neighbor, a black jaguar hybrid by the name of Yoongi, was also let out of a big hole instead of a door.

" See! I told you it'd work!" You yelled to the sanctuary worker, who smiled and nodded.

Taehyung growled at the worker, who was in his uniform, probably because he had the night shift.

" You can go. I'll take it from here." You told him, now serious, as you faced Taehyung.

The worker nodded and walked away, off to help the other hybrids out.

Taehyung eyed the pair of tweezers and scalpel in your hand warily.

You took a look at it too before openly showcasing it to him.

" Yeah, I know. I seem like a mentally unstable person whose going to kill you. But we need to get your tracker out. Do you mind?" You asked.

Taehyung was surprised to say the least, never had a human asked him if he was okay with what they'll do to him.

He wordlessly shook his head, unable to form a sentence.

You smiled thankfully at him.

" Turn around please. Your tracker is in your left shoulder blade. They put it there so you can't like, scratch it out or something." You instructed him.

He nodded, and took his shirt of with it, that way you had easier access to his back.

" Thank you. What's your name?" You asked him, trying not to let your hands wander over the bruises adoring his back.

" Taehyung." He answered, His voice deep and husky.

" Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I'm Y/N. Also a fair warning, this'll hurt." You warned him before pushing the scapel into his skin.

Taehyung sucked in his breath from the pain, but didn't move. 

" W-what would you have done if I hadn't wanted you to cut it out?" Taehyung asked after a moment.

" We'd try to create a malfunction in it trough the laptop. But that'd be way riskier and overall not nice. Or we'd take it out on location. " You said as you pushed his tracker out.

Taehyung didn't say anything as you pulled something out of him.

" There. Now off you go. There's a bus outside, they'll take you to safety. We'll stitch you up once we're at base. Oh, and throw your tracker in the river." You told him as you handed him his tracker, a small black object which looked a lot like a phone's chipcard.

" Wait- Where are you going? What about you?" Taehyung asked, suddenly overcome with concern.

" I'm going to help the other hybrids out." You told him before turning away and walking down the hall.

Taehyung decided to follow you. Not all the hybrids in here are safe to approach after all, and you're saving him, he should maybe save you too.

That's how Taehyung met you, and he couldn't have been happier.

You were part of a Hybrid Activist group, you were the Med guy in the team, taking out hybrid their trackers and patching them up when needed.

After helping him break out, he's decided to stay with you. You were fine with that, and treated him more like a person than pet, unlike how most people treat hybrids.

It's now six months later, and Taehyung feels grumpy as he watches you and the new hybrid that came in around a week ago.

The two of you were right now at the Hybrid Sanctuary where you worked at, and you were working hard as always. Whenether it'd be to care for the little ones or to care for the elder ones, you never seemed to mind their requests.

It wasn't that he didn't like the new rabbit hybrid, the guy was actually pretty cool and all. It was more that the rabbit was more often than not a little too comfortable around you for his liking. 

Like right now for example, you only sat down a moment ago to rest and the hybrid was once again glued to your side.

Taehyung's jealousy grew as he watched your hand move into the hybrid's hair, your fingers probably scratching the base of his ears.

It did seem very comfortable. Would it feel nice if you'd pet his ears too?

Even tough you two lived together, you had never pet Taehyung like that. The most you've done is run your fingers trough his hair when he was tired.

Your gaze suddenly spotted Taehyung's intimidating one, and you smiled at him, seemingly unbothered by the intensity of his eyes.

He gave you a small smile back in response before it turned into a scowl again as the hybrid at your side nuzzled his head into your neck, probably scenting you.

If he was younger, Taehyung wouldn't have minded, he knew that the younger hybrids often did it to get your scent on them, something hybrid parents usually did by their children as it made them feel safer. However, this guy was only two years younger than him, so he obviously knew what he was doing. And you're not stupid, you probably did too. He did not like that one bit, you were his after all. Altough he never said it out loud, he tough that you probably knew that.

Or maybe not, He tough as he glared at the two of you.

-

" Okay, tell me. What's wrong?" You asked Taehyung as you sat down beside him on the couch in your home.

He's been acting weird all afternoon, glaring at you for no reason and ever since you've been home he's been quiet.

" Nothing." He huffed, crossing his arms and looking at the tv, which wasn't even on.

" Tae." You sighed.

He made an acknowledging sound in response.

" C'mon. Tell me what's wrong. I can't smell emotions y'know?" You said, softly brushing some hair from his cheek.

" Why do you let that rabbit hybrid do whatever he wants?" He suddenly asked.

" What?" You asked confused.

" You know a lot about hybrids, why do you let him scent you? You're not his to scent." Taehyung grumbled, now facing you.

You blinked.

" He feels safe around me, I didn't think anyone would mind." You shrugged, now realizing that there indeed is someone who minds.

" I mind." He grumbled.

" I get that now yeah. Why do you even get jealous? You don't seem to care when one of the youngers scent me." You told him.

" They do that because they see you as a mother figure of some sort. Jungkook did it because he sees you as his 'girlfriend' or something." He said.

" Well, it's not like I am tough. I'm sure he knows that I'm single and-"

" You're not single." He cut you off.

" Sorry?" You asked him perplexed.

" I tough we were a thing?" He asked.

" What made you think that?" You asked him.

" The days of my rut." He andwered bluntly and honestly.

Your cheeks went pink at his answer. You had indeed helped him out in his rut, he didn't trust anyone else. But after those days everything had gone back to how it was before, so you tough that he didn't want you as a girlfriend.

" I pleased you for days. What makes you think I would want to touch anyone else or that we're nothing more than friends? I tough we crossed the line that day." He asked concerned.

" I- I don't know. Everything just went back to how things were before your rut, so I tough that you didn't want me like that." You said, avoiding his gaze as the loose thread of the couch was suddenly more interesting.

Taehyung shuffled closer to you, throwing his arm around you and softly kissing your forehead.

" Why would I not want you like that? I just tough that you weren't into skinship as much. You never pet my ears like you pet the rabbit's either." Taehyung said as he leaned his head under your chin, scenting you.

" Sorry." You wishpered.

Taehyung didn't say anything in response, instead grabbing your hand and dropping it ontop of his head.

You smiled but didn't say anything in response, simply complying to his silent wish.

Taehyung's tail wagged as he leaned his head into your hand, your hands were just as good as he imagined.

" Just to be clear, we're now a couple right?" Taehyung asked as he looked at you trough his piercing eyes.

You smiled and nodded, pecking him on the lips.

" Hell yeah we are."

[shelby-love]

KELLY SEVERIDE

Trust

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warnings: none

Authors note: /

"One day... I swear to god... I will smack her ass off the planet." Shay mumbles next to you. She practically gave up on packing the jump bag and is now spying on Nicki Rutkowski. "How does she not bother you? Do you see the way she's ogling Kelly? Like he's a piece of meat on a stick that's walking around."

"Are you saying that I should be jealous of her?" You tuck a piece of stranded hair behind your ear and turn to look the same way your best friend is looking.

"No. I mean... You trust Kelly right? Given his reputation you know?" Shay is his best friend and loves him as much as you do but his manwhore reputation sometimes overshines his great personality you two know.

"We've been together for 2 years and so far he hasn't looked a woman's way." You note and jump in the ambo to store the bag.

"Oh my God Y/N look. Look!!" She whisper yells and practically pulls you out of the ambulance.

Firehouse 51's payroll clerk, that is Nicki, is sashaying her way outside her office and towards the squad table. The tips of her pointy heels are touching Kelly's chair. That's how close she was. She stood there in her red mini dress looking like a red pepper while talking to Kelly.

"Do you see how close she is??!" Shay notices.

As much as it hurt you to admit, jealously pushed through. You shook your head and tried to empty your thoughts. When you're working, while you have your hair in a bun or a ponytail she has it straightened or curled and let loose. While she wears the clothes she wants you're stuck in your uniform.

She looks like a million bucks while you don't.

"No, no, no. Don't give me that look Y/N." Leslie is immediately in front of you with hands on your shoulders, shaking you. She's blocking the clear view you used to have of them. "Just because she can dress up while working doesn't mean she's prettier than you. As far as I know you're the one that's saving lives and she's the one that answers calls."

The pep talk she gave you made you feel better. But that betterness you felt dissappeared the moment you noticed from the corner of your eye that Kelly followed her into the changing room.

***

"Hey Y/LN." A high pitched voice stopped you from going to your bed and taking a nap. "Could you please do me a favour?"

You take a deep breath, plaster on a fake smile and turn around to face her. "Yeah sure. What's up?"

"So I wanted to cook something for Kelly since we're having dinner tonight. You know nothing special but I don't know what to make." She starts with a smile on her face. "Maybe you could give me some ideas?"

Your heart shattered. "Severide and you?"

"Well I asked if him if you wanted to tag along but he said that it'll be better if you didn't go since you said that you were feeling sick. You shouldn't have come to work you know?" Her face concern didn't faze you at all. It was the fact that this was happening to you while you were openly dating and everyone in the house knew. Including her.

With everything that's been going on you weren't surprised that this was happening. But it still hurt you deeply. "He changes his mind a lot. I wouldn't know. Sorry Nicki."

With that you walked away and held your tears in.

***

When you catched him smiling by himself in the locker room you lost it.

As much as you wanted to take things home and sort them out there, the pain and betrayal you felt whenever you saw him smiling was too much.

"What the fuck Kelly?" You raged.

"Sorry?" The suprise on his face was genuine but your feelings masked it.

"You think I wasn't going to find out that you're going to be having a fun time while dining with the clerk?" Her words and actions replayed in your head.

"Baby what?" He was genuinely puzzled. "Did Nicki do something to you?"

"Oh now you two are on a first name basis. Great!"

"No... No we're... Y/N what's going on?"

"I don't know you tell me!" You tell him. "Why do I have to come to work and see her all over you all the time!? Now she tells me you two are having dinner that you specifically didn't want me to go to! All after you followed her skimpy ass to the changing room to do god knows what!"

You two did things there that you weren't necessarily proud of. Only one thought came to your head when you thought about what the two of them did in there.

"Jesus Christ..." Realization surfaces on his face as he connects the dots. "What else did she tell you?"

"She asked me to recommend me food you like so she can cook it for you." Silence filled the air and so you continued to speak.

"Kelly I never judged you for your past. Never. Denying the fact that it made me insecure would be a lie but I trusted you! I trusted you every step of the way and you proved yourself." Tears start to collect but you fight them back. "I can't make you love me and I can't make you keep this relationship going but don't end it like this."

By the time you finished you were a mess and Kelly was raging. You didn't fight back when he pulled you into his arms and soothed you the right way. He pressed soft sincere kisses to your head and apologised for making you feel this way.

"So you didn't have sex with her in the changing room?" You fixed yourself and wiped your tears away.

Kelly chucked. "The only person with who I had sex in there is you."

Blood flowed to your cheeks in the speed of light. Soon your cheeks were tinted with the rosy color Kelly adored.

"So what did you do in there?"

"She showed me where my new uniform was since the last one was destroyed in the fire last week." You remembered last week, when his jacket was completely destroyed in the fire. It made you worried sick.

"What about dinner?"

He grabbed your hips and pulled you close, "That never happened."

"What about all the times she threw herself on you?"

"I threw her right off. Ask anyone from squad. I have witnesses."

"Yeah Tony and Capp." You chuckled.

"What's wrong with Tony and Capp?" He exclaimed and laughed.

You didn't know what else to tell him. The conclusion you got from this talk was that Kelly is innocent and Nicki is a lying bitch. Something you already kind of knew.

"I'm sorry." You whispered. You felt incredibly guilty for jumping to conclusions right away.

"Hey it's okay." He gave you his heart melting smile. The smile you've been adoring for two years. "Are we good?"

"Yeah we're good."

With your hands placed on his chest you leaned in and kissed him. Moments like this one made your heart skip a beat and brain turn to mush. The kiss was gentle and sweet and it stopped just before it was going to get more passionate and fierce.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

MASTERLIST

[childofsolace-write-ups]

Excerpt 05

World building : A downloadable game called 'My fantasy life' is MMPORPG with regular updates. A game where you can form guilds, create and design your own home, dungeon crawl as well as civilian part time jobs. Before that, players are expected to go through  a lengthy tutorial mode. Despite the engaging gameplay, there are still frequent users who delete the game from their device prematurely due to this feature. Eventually, the producers decided to cease regular updates of the game and the game has remained stagnant.

What they don't know is, the data lives on. Or, more to the point, the avatars made continue the game for them, coming to life on their own.

... Oh? What do we have here?

You hear a voice, but you see nothing but darkness. Still, something inside you bubbles up and you wish you were able to see the owner of such a nice voice.

Oh, good. You're breathing, can you hear me? Pardon me, but I don't think that's the optimal place to be taking a nap, uh...

A name comes to you, you think it's yours.

... Is that right? Well, sir Skye Knight. I'd say it's time to wake up, don't you?

You finally open your eyes, and in front of you is a young, strange looking man. No, that wasn't right. He didn't look stranger, in fact, he still looked human. But what was unique about him were his ears. They were... pointy.

"That's right, I'm an elf." He chuckled, his head moving ever so slightly that his long hair swished a bit. You can't help but feel enthralled by the simple motion. He offers his hand, and you take it readily, already comfortable  with him for some reasons. "It's nice to meet your acquaintance. If you don't mind, I can help you get settled in" The ravenette smiled sincerely, and it did something to your heart.

You frowned, options seem to swim around your head.

⚉ You have weird ears...

⚉ Rude. I was having a nice nap.

⚉ Help me? I don't even know you.

You went over them, trying to figure out which response suited you best.

★ You have weird ears...

⚉ Rude. I was having a nice nap.

⚉ Help me? I don't even know you.

You frowned at the only available options, even though you were thinking of one of them earlier. You didn't really like them all the much. You struggled against your own mind, it seems. When suddenly, you feel liberated. You could even control your own expressions now, which you noticed only now that you couldn't earlier. Probably why you couldn't force your eyes open the moment you heard Kinoh's voice, much as you wanted to.

"That would be nice," You smiled at the friendly elf, "I'd appreciate it."

The elf seemed surprise, maybe it has something to do with your response? Maybe you should've chosen one of the options after all? But he managed to compose himself.

"Forgive me, I must've made quite a face." The elf said apologetically, going for a smile. "you've just deviated from the game's choice responses."

You widened you eyes, blatantly stupefied. "Wha? I'm in a game?"

"Technically, yes." The elf shrugged, and you seem to take relief at the carefree response. "But there's been a trend going on the past year, and users tend to give up on it eventually. By the time, Avatars such as yourself are able to act by themselves. It's strange, they usually quit after the tutorial; you're time being the earliest record to date. Sadly, you'll still have to follow the mechanics of the game and go through the entire tutorial; it's something of a rite of passage, you see. But on the other hand, you're able to decide freely on your own terms."

You continue to stare at the elf blankly.

"Er, right. Sorry." The elf looked chagrined, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm used to free Avatars getting the general basics by this point. Uh, let's start from the top then, shall we?" He held out his hand once more, seeming all the more sincere than he had been earlier. "My name is Kinoh Ethrian. I'm considered the NPC tutorial guide of this game, but now that you're disconnected from your user you can consider me a friend, if you like."

Friend... You like the sound of that, it felt better than what he should've merely been to you. If you understood his implication right, there didn't seem to be any necessary attachment between the two of you. "Sure, Kinoh. That sounds nice. I'm in your care."

An odd expression seems to pass the elf's face for a brief moment. It provoke concern from you, but before you can comment on it, Kinoh immediately recovers.

"I'll be sure to make the most of it," Kinoh said, with a tight smile.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, pixellated data materialized and a small cottage in front of you and the elf. Somehow, the neighboring buildings adjusted to the inclusion of the new establishment and hardly anyone batted an eye.

"After you."

At that offer, the door to the cottage opened up by itself. You stepped in, followed by Kinoh. The home was mostly bare, having only a chimney, at the concrete pavement sat a well-sized bucket with a smaller pail inside it at the corner, with only a simple curtain hanging in front of it. You suspect that's where you'll be bathing for the time being. And a basic stove with a pot at the center of the room, and a mattress to the side.

"I know it doesn't look like much," Kinoh called your attention back, and you turned towards him. "maybe we can do something about that, customized it a bit to fit to your preferences."

A color panel showed beside the bed, alongside were two arrows; upward and downward. Experimentally, you press on the one going up. The color panel displayed a solid blue color. You pressed on the arrows again, but it seemed like there were only three colors for now. You noticed, while you were going through the choices, the previously bare-looking mattress now had covers, the design shifting according to the color panel. You finally decided on blue and the panel disappeared, and your mattress now had sheets on them.

"You can also choose an additional furnishing."

You look back to the elf, and see three floating cloud bubbles above his head; a long yellow couch, a flower vase, and a single table with a stool.

⚉ The yellow loveseat

⚉ The vase

★ The table set

You decided to be practical. No sooner than you made your choice, your home seem to be coming together well. Kinoh seemed satisfied himself.

"Don't worry," The elf said, "as you move along you'll be able to get more furniture, upgrade your home to fit in more rooms, maybe even to house a roommate or two."

You turned to the elf, raising a brow. "So, you said I'm disconnected from my user right? And that I'm free to make my own choices outside the ones from the game's design?"

Kinoh nodded, looking a bit perplex at the purpose of the question.

"Then... are you still following the game's design for you?" You asked, rubbing the back of your head. "Cause, you know, I'd like it better if you'd also go off script with me."

Kinoh widened his eyes, as if in enlightenment. "Ah, right. That... yes, that would be nice." he smiled, nodding. "As you wish, Sir Skye."

"Skye is fine."

"Skye it is then." Kinoh absolutely beamed, "Would you like to continue on with the day, or would you rather rest for a moment? This is also a part of the game's natural flow, but you could deviate if you wish."

You shrugged, as you didn't feel tired at all. "Show me what else there is to do here."

[blackheart-skz]

Yandere! Stray Kids reaction to accidently killing their S/O. (Hyung Line)

Trigger Warning ⚠: Contains depictions of abuse, violence and self harm.

Note: Omfg im soo sorry this took soo long and it still isn't complete ahhh. I barely put out content yet I'm outta idea. I'll try to complete the maknae line as soon as possible. This is my first reaction ever soo it's pretty bad pwease don't judge me if some things don't make sense i is still an amateur.

Bang Chan

"I fucking told you to not talk to that asshole again! You never listen do you? Do I seem like a joke to you?" Chan yelled, his chest heaving and hands balled into a fist. His glare frightened you to no end but you didn't dare move.

"Do you even love me?" Chan walked closer to you and said, his expression softening a bit but not enough to calm you down. You stayed silent hoping he would let you off but way but little did you know that you had aggravated him even more.

"I fucking asked you somehting!" Chan growled but before you could say anything his hand harshly collided with your cheek making you stumble and fall, your head hitting the pointy corner of the table, killing you. Chan, however, did not notice and stood in silence for a moment, trying to calm his anger down. You not making any movement anr sound was when he realized that something was wrong.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He bent down and poked your shoulders, earning no response. He shakily put his ear to your chest only to hear nothing but emptiness. It was that very moment he realized what he had done.

"No! No! This can't be! Y/N wake up!" He screamed. He started panicking and due to his lack of medical knowledge and sanity at this point, the only thing he could think of at that moment to save you was to pump your chest. He continued on was minutes hoping he could get you to come back to like but to no avail.

"Y/N I-I am sorry" He held your lifeless corpse in his arms and cried and cried. When chan said that he wanted you to lie peacefully in his arms without you protesting or trying to get away, he never wanted it to be this way.

They weren't lying when they said that you need to be careful what you wish for.

Kim Woojin

"Woojin I'm sorry" You said with a shaky voice, squeezing your eyes shut and clasping your hands together.

"Sorry won't do babe." Woojin replied, his voice dark as ever. "First I'll have to take care of him and then I'll come back you. It's sad that so many people have to die because of you" Woojin pouted mockingly. He was right. People were dying because of you. So you should be the one stopping him.

"No!" you wiped your tears stood up against him. "You won't hurt anyone! I won't let you!"

Woojin clenched his jaw and tightened his fists at your words. How dare you talk back to him? He tried controlled his anger despite your disobedience.

"You're in for a long and torturous day honey. I'll deal with you when I come back." Woojin completely ignored your words and turned around to leave again but he was halted by a pair of arms wrapping around his torso. Being stronger than you he easily got out of a grip but once he did so you tried to snatch his gun.

"Y/N stop before you get hurt" Woojin tried to push you away. What he didn't realize was that his hand was on the trigger and during the process of pushing and pulling he accidently pulled the trigger, causing a loud bang to erupt in the air. Blood splattered on his face and before he could process a thing, you fell to the ground with a thud. Too shocked to even utter a word, he just stared at your now lifeless body.

"Y-Y/N" He managed to choke out. He bent down and held you in his arms letting the blood soak his own clothes too. "What have I done?" He meekly muttered as tears flowed down his expressionless face. He didnt know how to react or what this feeling was that he felt in his heart. Was it regret? Was it anger? sorrow? Whatever it was it ate him from the inside and drove him to the brink of insanity and he could do nothing about it.

Lee Minho

"M-Minho calm down." You said meekly, not wanting to fuel to his anger, while watching him break and throw things around in horror. After a while of throwing things around, minho's eyes landed on your intimidated figure. He swiftly approched you and slammed you against the wall earning a pained groan from you.

"You love riling me up don't you?" Minho growled causing you to flinch. Leaving the house without his permission let alone meeting up with your ex was never a good idea but the foolish you decided to take the risk anyway.

You drop your head down so that you could avoid his piercing gaze only for it to be roughly pulled up by the hair, taking you by suprise. His orbs reflected his thirst for blood.

"M-minho I w-"

"Shut the fuck up you slut! You don't get to say a word. I've told you over a million times not to do anything without my permission but you literally go out and meet your ex boyfriend. You're one stubborn bitch" He snapped. That's it. You couldn't take it anymore. A sudden wave of confidence hit you and you looked him in the eye.

"You're a fucking asshole minho! I hate you so much! You think you own me or something? Yes i met my ex. I wouldn't have met him if you weren't a nut job. You need help" You spat out. Minho mouth dropped in shock. Never did he expect you to dare talk to him like this.

"What did you say?"

"I said i fucking hate you and I'm leaving" You screamed and ran towards the door but you were stopped by minho grabbing your arms. He tried to drag you to the room but you bit down on his arm causing him to let go of you. You yet again tried to run towards the door but a blow to the head knocked you out.

Minho sighed in relief. He dragged your limp body to the room and locked the door. After calming down from the adrenaline rush he unlocked the room and went inside. You lay on the ground unconscious with no signs of movement. He bent down and tried to wake you up only to earn no response from you. Panicking, he checked your pulse but he felt nothing. The blow to the head must've been pretty hard. Hard enough to suck the life out of you. Minho screamed and cried out your name but to no avail. You were gone

Giving up at last, he dropped to the ground. He sat next to your body for hours until an idea popped up in his head. He couldn't bring your back but he could go to you. He then got up and went to the dresser and took out a gun from the drawer.

"Wait for me Y/N. I'll meet you soon".

Those were the last words he uttered before putting the gun to his head and pulling the trigger, disappearing into the same darkness he had sent you to.

Seo Changbin

You ran as fast you could without stopping to even take a breath. You could hear heavy footsteps following behind you. You knew it was stupid to run up the stairs of an abandoned building you were lured to becuase eventually you'll meet an end but at that time the only thing that was on your mind was to get away from your beast of a boyfriend.

"Stop right there y/n!" You heard Changbin say through his heavy breaths. You ignored him and kept running. Just as you feared, the stairs eventually came to an end and brought you to the roof. You ran to the edge and looked down realizing you didn't have anywhere to go.

"You can't run from me anymore Y/N. You should've already known that." Changbin, who was only a few feet away from you, said in a low voice.

"Stay away from me" You warned as changbin lifted his foot to walk towards you. A chuckle escaped his throat upon hearing those words. Ignoring your words his started approaching you. Seeing running as the only option you tried to make your way in the other direction but before you could even take a few steps, changbin harshly grabbed you by your waist and started dragging to towards the door leading to the stairs. You struggled in his grasp but to no avail.

Soon enough as you reach the stairs but realizing you would be going back to a hell of a life you jerked violently causing changbin to lose his grip on you. What you didn't realize was that you both were standing right on the edge of the stairs so as soon as he let go, you lost balance and went tumbling down the long flight of stairs, eventually landing in a pile of gravel.

Changbins breath hitched realized what had happened and ran down to check on you. Blood pooled around your head and your eyes were open yet lifeless. He hesitantly checked your pulse and just as he feared, he felt nothing.

"No no no Y/N it's okay nothing's going to happen to you you're gonna be okay" Changbin muttered, still in denial. He couldn't feel anything. Maybe that's how his mind reacted to the situation in front of him. He lifted you up in his arms and gently kissed your forehead. He wouldn't let you go. Not now not ever.

"Its gonna be okay" He whispered as he carried your lifeless body down the stairs and took you back to where you belonged.

[pineau-noir]

So uh apparently I'm doing this completely self-indulgent thing where I write little things about art to keep me writing? I dunno, and I'm sorry if I clog anyone's feed, but @triggerlil I adore this art and you're just the sweetest. Have some unbeta-ed words.

Ron made his way from the Great Hall back to the Eighth Year dormitories, muttering under his breath about Quidditch and Seekers who needed breakfast and not losing Quidditch to the pointiest of pointy gits and questioning how he'd ended up as the voice of responsibility and also, just because he had a big family, it didn't make him the 'mom friend'. He made it to Harry's door, only to find it both shut and locked. 

"Harry," he grumbled, knocking loudly. "Get up! We're gonna be late!"

"Give me a minute!" Harry shouted back. 

Frowning, he pounded on the door again. "Gonna be late!" he reiterated. "It's our Saturday—"

"I know, Ron!" was Harry's reply. 

"If you know, why aren't you ready?" He hit the door again, this time just because he felt like it. 

"I— I, uh, erm," stuttered Harry. There was a brief pause. Ron hit the door again. It was kinda fun. "Slept through my alarm."

"OK, but why is your door locked?"

Harry let out a little shriek. "I'll be out in a minute, Ronald!"

"Ronald?" he asked himself. "When did Harry turn into Hermione?"

Ron waited, patiently for a few breaths, but after hearing a large crash, he was fed up. "I'm coming in," he warned. "Not like I haven't seen everything anyway," he muttered as he cast a quick Alohomora. 

He pushed the door open and let out a shriek of his own. "Harry!" he exclaimed. "What the fucking shit?!?"

"Very nice, Weasley," Malfoy, who was IN HARRY'S ROOM, snarked. "Do you kiss Granger with that mouth?"

What followed after was even worse than seeing Draco Malfoy, IN HIS PANTS, in Harry's room.

"You're one to talk," Harry whispered. Or at least Ron had to hope it was supposed to be a whisper because then he said, "You used your mouth for plenty of dirty things last night, Draco," and if he had meant to say it at volume, Ron was going to end their friendship.

"LAST NIGHT?!" Ron cried. "DRACO?!" He felt his voice had reached a pitch at which glass would shatter. "Why is…" he turned back around and immediately regretted it. Slapping his hand over his eyes, he let out a groan.

"Harry," he gritted out. "Why is the ferret in your room, in his pants, and IN YOUR QUIDDITCH JERSEY?!"

Letting out an almost hysterical giggle, Harry said, "Oops?"

"OOPS? This is so much more than an oops, Harry!"

Obviously alerted by Ron's shouts, Seamus, Dean, Hermione, and Neville burst in the door, knocking Ron's hand off his eyes and bringing to light even more details: the blush that started at Malfoy's ears and disappeared under the collar of Harry's jersey; the Golden Snitches on Harry's pink pants; the besotted look Harry was giving Malfoy; the gentle smile Malfoy had aimed at Harry; the hearts on Malfoy's pants.

"Malfoy's pants," he whispered in a broken voice. His friends were all chattering excitedly around him— he thought he heard Neville telling Seamus to ''pay up' —but Ron could only turn to his girlfriend and rest his face in her hair. "They've killed me, 'Mione," he gasped out.

"You're fine," she said, in a completely unsympathetic tone. "Anyway, it's not like this is a surprise."

"Not a surprise?" Ron wailed, again into Hermione's hair.

"Surely you noticed—"

"As charming as this all is," Malfoy interrupted in a dry tone, "perhaps you would all like to quit gawking and allow Potter and myself to finish getting dressed." The wording hinted at a question, but Malfoy's voice allowed no argument.

Hermione herded everyone out of the hall and back to the common room. She had a big smile on her face as Ron slunk down in a big, cushy armchair. He focused on her face, her beautiful face, the one thing that might override the horrible image now burnt into his eyes.

"You have noticed how Draco has changed, haven't you?" she asked. "With the apologies and—"

"Still not enough to excuse the fact he and Harry are…" he couldn't finish his train of thought. "Can't even finish that sentence!" he cried.

"Do get over it, Weasley," Malfoy said as he and Harry finally came out of Harry's room. "We've a match to play and I, for one, am looking forward to besting Potter on the pitch."

Ron couldn't look to see if they were dressed, he'd already put his brain through enough trauma for the day. "Hell, for the rest of the term," he whispered, earning a confused look from Hermione. She gave him a gentle nudge.

"Grow up, Ronald. They're dressed and gone. You're poor, innocent eyes are safe." Then she giggled at him.

"Malfoy's pants had hearts on them," he wailed as he was pushed out the door.

Failing at hiding her smile, Hermione said, "Yes, they were rather cute, weren't they?"

Art prompt: Draco and Harry in Quidditch uniforms! I’m fine with them doing whatever, but kissing would be a bonus ;)

Thank you darling Alex for the prompt! Unfortunately, the Quidditch uniforms are a bit too intense for me rn, as is kissing, but I hope this is still good heheheh