#this is one of the first things i saw when i woke up this morning this is fucking wild lmao

[mapis-putellas]

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉/𝑨.𝑷𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔

It started with a headache. A deep, pulsing one that had been building for weeks, maybe even months as the weight of your marriage slowly cracked under the pressure. You loved Alexia. Loved her more than anything in the world. But love wasn’t the problem.

The problem was the distance.

You’d thought, hoped, that retirement would mean more time together. More time as a family. More time with Harper and Valentina, who missed their mamá so much it physically hurt to watch. But instead, Alexia had thrown herself into coaching with the same relentless intensity she had as a player. Late nights, early mornings, barely there conversations. Your roles as wives had faded into co-parenting and logistical planning. And the worst part? You weren’t sure she even saw it.

So when your colleague invited you out for drinks, you said yes. Not because you wanted to be reckless, but because you wanted -needed- to feel like you still existed outside of being a mother and a wife to someone who barely looked at you anymore.

You weren’t even drinking. Just laughing, chatting, unwinding for the first time in what felt like forever. And then you felt it -the weight of eyes burning into you.

Alexia.

She was across the bar, surrounded by her coaching staff and some of the players, all celebrating a win. But she wasn’t focused on them. She was focused on you.

You saw the moment her expression shifted, the moment that carefully crafted wall of composure cracked just enough to let something dark and possessive slip through. She muttered something to someone at her table, stood, and crossed the room with the kind of determination that made your stomach drop.

Before you could even greet her, she was wrapping a hand around your wrist. “Vámonos.”

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

Her jaw clenched. “Vamos. Ahora.”

Your colleague raised a brow. “Everything okay?”

Alexia barely spared her a glance. “She’s leaving.”

You scoffed, yanking your wrist from her grip. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t get to pull me out of a bar like I’m some teenager sneaking out past curfew.”

Her eyes flashed. “No actúes como si no supieras por qué estoy enojada.”

“I genuinely have no idea why you’re mad right now.”

Her nostrils flared, her voice dropping into something sharper. “Te ves tan feliz con ellos. Más feliz que conmigo.”

You gaped at her. “Are you serious right now? Alexia, it’s just a drink with a friend!”

“Un amigo que te está mirando como si quisiera algo más.”

You exhaled sharply. “You’re being ridiculous.”

She didn’t argue. She just grabbed your wrist again, firmer this time, and started pulling you towards the exit.

“Alexia-“

“Coche. Ahora.”

You sent her the most scathing glare possible as you once again yanked your wrist out of her grip, grabbing your things and storming out of the bar.

The car ride was a disaster.

Alexia gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white, her jaw clenched hard enough to crack. You sat beside her, arms crossed, fury radiating off you in waves.

“You don’t get to be mad at me for having a life outside of waiting for you to come home,” you snapped.

Her fingers twitched on the wheel. “Eso no es justo.”

“No? Because it’s true?”

She inhaled sharply, but didn’t deny it.

You shook your head, laughing bitterly. “God, I can’t believe you’re jealous. Do you even see yourself? You barely touch me anymore, Alexia. You barely look at me. And now you’re acting like I’m cheating on you?”

She didn’t respond.

“You know what? Fine. Since you’re so interested in my ‘friend,’ let me clear it up for you -she’s married. To a man. Happily.”

Alexia’s grip faltered. “Qué?”

“Oh, now you want to listen to me?” You scoffed. “Yeah. She has a husband. And two kids. And she invited me out tonight because she saw how miserable I looked this morning after you left before the girls even woke up. Again.”

Guilt flickered across her face, but she didn’t speak.

The house was dark when you pulled up. The only light came from the living room, where the nanny sat on the couch.

“They’re upstairs,” she said quietly. “Asleep.”

You forced a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you. You can go.”

She nodded quickly, grabbing her things and slipping out without another word.

The second the door shut, you turned back to Alexia. “I hope you’re happy.”

Her brow furrowed. “No estoy feliz.”

“Good.” You kicked off your shoes, already heading for the stairs. “Because neither am I.”

You were halfway up when a small voice called out.

“Mamá?” You froze, turning just in time to see Valentina standing at the top of the stairs, rubbing her tired eyes. Harper peeked out from behind her, clutching her stuffed bear.

Alexia inhaled sharply. “Bebé, ¿por qué no estás en la cama?”

Valentina pouted. “Estaban gritando.”

Guilt stabbed through you.

Harper toddled forward, reaching for you. “No pelear.”

Your heart broke. You scooped her into your arms, kissing the top of her head. “We’re not fighting, baby. Just talking really loud.”

Valentina crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced. “Parecía una pelea.”

You sighed, reaching for her hand. “It’s late, sweetheart. Let’s get you back to bed.”

She hesitated, looking between you and Alexia.

“We’re okay,” you promised. “Go on, I’ll tuck you in.”

With one last wary glance at her mamá, Valentina nodded and followed you upstairs.

By the time you settled them back into bed, exhaustion weighed heavy in your bones. You barely had the energy to change before collapsing into bed, and just a few minutes later, the door creaked open greeting you with the sight of Alexia stood in the doorway, shoulders slumped, regret carved into every inch of her expression.

“Lo siento.”

You sighed. “We can’t keep doing this.”

She swallowed hard. “Lo sé.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and unyielding. Then, finally, she moved. Crawled into bed, curled into your side the way she always did when she needed you but didn’t know how to ask.

You exhaled, running a hand through her hair. You knew something had to change, because whilst love may not be the problem, if you kept going like this, it definitely wouldn’t be enough to save you.

**

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[heliosunny]

What if lucky egg with Cealus + Stelle as twins / 2-in-1 combo (although I just found out you gave the girls their own series of sorts so idk if this works) or maybe there are others that can be a wambo combo of 2-in-1 disaster

I thought about this, and even considered making one for Robin and Sunday since I think someone will ask eventually. Maybe I'll have a seperate fic for them x reader. But here is:

Yan!CAELUS x Reader x Yan!STELLE

The garbage dump wasn’t the most glamorous place to scavenge, but you had always believed in second chances. What others discarded, you saw as potential. A chair missing a leg could be fixed. A rusted lamp might just need rewiring.

And today, you found something, or rather-someone, far more unexpected.

Two figures lay slumped amidst the wreckage, their bodies still, almost lifeless. At first, you mistook them for broken mannequins. Their skin was too flawless beneath the layers of dirt and bruises, their limbs unnaturally still. But as you stepped closer, you saw it—the slow rise and fall of their chests.

Your heart lurched as you knelt beside them, brushing away debris. They were young, their silver hair matted with grime. A boy and a girl—twins? Their identical golden eyes flickered open at your touch, unfocused and glassy.

“…Hey” you murmured. “Can you hear me?”

The girl blinked sluggishly while the boy stared at you in eerie silence.

What were they doing here? Why had no one come for them? The sight of them abandoned like this sent a pang of anger through you. No one deserved to be thrown away.

You chewed your lip, debating what to do. The smart thing would be to call someone, maybe the authorities. But something about the way they looked at you, so empty yet searching, made you hesitate.

With a sigh, you made your choice.

"Alright, let's get you out of here" you said, offering your hands.

The moment you did, they moved. Their fingers curled around yours, too tightly for mere exhaustion. Their gazes locked onto you, too intense for simple gratitude. And as you led them away from the ruins of their past, you failed to notice the way their grip refused to loosen.

The walk home was unsettling.

You had taken in strays before—wounded animals, abandoned junk, things most people wouldn’t bother with. But never people. Never like this.

Caelus and Stelle walked in eerie silence, the only thing they told you was their name, their golden eyes fixated on you the entire way. They barely reacted to anything around them. No questions, no complaints, not even a sign of discomfort despite their tattered clothes and dirt-streaked skin.

Most people would have stumbled, wavered, maybe even clung to you for support. But they followed your every step without hesitation, as if they had known you for years instead of mere minutes.

Still, they needed help. That was all that mattered.

When you reached your small, cluttered home, you pushed the door open and stepped aside. “Come in. I’ll get you both cleaned up.”

They entered without a word.

Inside, the place was far from pristine, but it was yours. A mix of salvaged furniture and makeshift repairs, old things given new life. You had always loved fixing things—maybe, in some foolish way, you thought you could fix them too.

“Bathroom’s that way.” You pointed down the hall. “There’s a shower. I’ll get you some clothes.”

Caelus and Stelle exchanged glances. Then, without warning, Stelle reached forward and hugged you.

“…Thank you” she murmured, voice hoarse as if unused for a long time.

Caelus followed. “You saved us.”

“It’s nothing. Just get cleaned up, alright?”

They obeyed, disappearing into the bathroom. As you searched for old clothes that might fit them, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you had invited something into your home that could never be thrown away again.

And somewhere behind the bathroom door, two golden-eyed figures whispered to each other.

“They’re ours now.”

Years passed.

Mornings in your home always started the same way.

You woke up sandwiched between two warm bodies—Caelus on one side, Stelle on the other. It didn’t matter that you had a bed big enough for space, they always managed to close the gap, pressing in until you were trapped between them.

Stelle stirred first, arms tightening around your waist before she nuzzled against your shoulder. “Morning...” she mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep.

You groaned softly, trying to shift, but Caelus’ grip on your arm kept you from moving far.

“Stay a little longer” he murmured. His voice was barely above a whisper, but you could hear the plea beneath it.

You sighed. “I have to get up.”

Neither of them moved. Stelle only curled around you tighter, while Caelus, still half-asleep, buried his face against your sleeve.

Moments like this were common. You had once thought their closeness was because of what they had been through—that it was a lingering trauma response. But over time, you started noticing that it wasn’t just that. It was them.

They refused to let you slip away, even for something as simple as getting out of bed.

“Breakfast” you tried again, pressing against them lightly. “Come on, I’ll make your favorites.”

That worked—partially. Stelle was the first to relent, stretching lazily before finally rolling off of you. Caelus was slower, but he eventually let go, though not before stealing a lingering touch against your wrist.

You quickly got out of bed before they could pull you back in.

Breakfast was another ritual.

You stood in the kitchen, flipping pancakes while they sat on either side of you, never leaving your space for long. Caelus hovered by the counter, offering to help—though ‘helping’ mostly meant standing too close and watching your every move. Stelle sat on a stool, chin resting on her palm as she studied you.

“What are we doing today?” Stelle asked, eyes locked onto you.

You glanced over. “The usual, I guess? Cleaning, fixing up that old chair. Nothing special.”

Caelus hummed. “We could go out.”

Your hand froze mid-flip. “Out?”

Stelle smiled, but it wasn’t entirely innocent. “Yeah. You never go out without us anyway.”

You knew what she was doing. The reminder was subtle but deliberate—you never go anywhere alone. It wasn’t a rule you had made, but it had become an unspoken law in your home.

“…I just feel like staying in.” you replied carefully.

Caelus leaned against the counter, watching you with those sharp golden eyes. “Are you sure?”

You forced a smile. “Yeah. Just one of those days.”

They didn’t look convinced, but they didn’t push.

The day started out normal.

Breakfast, cleaning, fixing up the old chair—just like you said. Caelus and Stelle hovered around you as always, their presence never far, their gazes always lingering. But you had long since grown used to it.

What you weren’t used to was the sudden knock at your door.

You rarely had visitors. You weren’t sure if it was because you lived on the quieter side of town or because Caelus and Stelle had a way of making people… uneasy.

So when the knock came, you froze. Caelus’ head snapped toward the door. Stelle immediately straightened, her expression sharpening.

“Stay here” she murmured, already moving before you could say anything.

“Wait—”

Too late. She was already at the door, opening it just enough to peek outside. You stepped closer, but Caelus blocked you with a firm grip on your wrist. He wasn’t rough, but he didn’t let go either. His golden eyes flickered toward the entrance, but his body stayed positioned between you and whatever was outside.

“…What do you want?” Stelle’s voice was flat.

Whoever was at the door hesitated. Then, a voice you didn’t recognize spoke.

“I’m looking for Y/N.”

You tried to step forward, but Caelus held you firm.

“They’re not available.” Stelle said, tone cold.

A beat of silence. Then, the person outside sighed. “Look, I just need to talk to them. It’s important.”

Something in their tone made your unease worsen.

Who was this? What did they want from you?

You finally pushed past Caelus, ignoring the way his grip tightened before reluctantly letting you go.

Stelle’s expression darkened the moment you appeared beside her. A man stood outside. Dressed in dark clothes, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Who…?”

His gaze flickered over you before he smiled.

“There you are” he said.

Before you could respond, the door slammed shut.

You flinched. Stelle had shoved it closed in an instant, her hand pressing against the wood like she was restraining herself. Caelus was already moving, locking every latch with precision.

“Who was that?” you whispered, heart pounding.

Stelle didn’t answer right away. Instead, she turned to you.

“You don’t need to worry about it.”

Caelus stepped closer, his fingers brushing against yours. “We’ll handle it.”

You had the sinking feeling that whoever that man was… he wasn’t going to get a chance to knock again.

You didn’t sleep well that night.

The stranger’s voice echoed in your head, his sharp gaze burning into your thoughts. He hadn’t looked random. He had recognized you. But from where? And why?

Caelus and Stelle had refused to speak about it after locking the door. Every time you asked, they brushed it off. You don’t need to worry. We’ll handle it. That was all they said.

And that terrified you more than the man himself.

Because you knew them. You knew what they were capable of.

You had seen it in small ways over the years—the way they seemed to know things they shouldn’t, the way people who got too close to you disappeared.

You had never questioned it. Maybe because a part of you had been too afraid to.

But now? Now you were in the dark, and you hated it.

So you waited until the house fell into silence, until you were sure they were asleep. Then, carefully, you slipped out of bed.

Your heart pounded as you moved toward the front door, every step light, careful.

You just wanted answers. That was all.

But as your fingers brushed the doorknob, a hand caught your wrist.

Caelus stood behind you, his grip firm, his golden eyes half-lidded with sleep—but even in the dim light, they gleamed with something sharper.

“…Where are you going?” His voice was soft.

“I just… I needed air.”

A second later, arms wrapped around you from behind. Stelle pressed against your back, her chin resting against your shoulder.

“Liar” she whispered.

Your blood ran cold. You hadn’t even heard her wake up.

Caelus’ fingers brushed against your palm, slowly prying your hand away from the door.

“You don’t have to worry about him anymore” he murmured.

“What… what do you mean?”

Stelle’s grip tightened, her lips barely ghosting against your ear.

“He’s gone.”

Gone.

But the question lingered, gnawed at the edges of your thoughts. Who was that man? What did he want from you? And more importantly—what had Caelus and Stelle done to him?

You kept your routine normal, or at least, you tried to. Breakfast. Cleaning. Small talk. But things had changed.

They were watching you. Not in the casual way they always did—this was different. Tighter. Sharper. Like they knew you were thinking about him. Like they were waiting for you to break the silence.

And you almost didn’t. You almost let it go.

But the moment you stepped outside to take out the trash, you saw it.

The street was empty, quiet. But something was missing.

That man.

The stranger who had knocked on your door the day before—there was no trace of him. Not even footprints. Like he had never existed.

You turned back toward the house, only to find Caelus standing at the doorway, watching.

You jumped slightly, pressing a hand to your chest. "God, don’t do that."

"You don’t have to think about him anymore."

"Caelus—"

Caelus stepped closer. "He was looking for you."

"Why?"

Stelle’s voice came from behind you, and you nearly flinched when she wrapped her arms loosely around your waist.

"Does it matter?" she murmured.

"Yes."

Silence. Then, reluctantly, Caelus spoke.

"He said he was… an investigator. Looking into missing persons."

Missing persons?

Your mind whirled. That couldn’t be right. You weren’t missing. You had no family looking for you. No ties. No reason for someone to be searching.

Unless—

He wasn’t looking for you.

He was looking for them.

"What did you do to him?"

"He’s gone" Stelle said simply.

"He wasn’t going to take you away" Caelus added."We made sure of that."

You never brought it up again.

Days passed. Then weeks. You pretended everything was normal, smiling when they smiled, laughing when they laughed. You played the role of the devoted one—their precious savior, their home.

And for a while, it worked.

They eased up. They didn’t watch you as closely. They let you wander the house without standing behind you every second. And one day, when they said they had something to take care of, they left you alone.

It was your first chance in a long time.

You had to take it.

The moment they left, you went straight to their room.

It was strange being in here alone. Their space was eerily neat—too perfect. But you didn’t have time to dwell on that. You needed to know.

Who they really were.

What they were hiding.

And most importantly—what they had done to that man.

You searched through drawers, shelves, anything that could hold information. At first, it was just the usual—spare clothes, little trinkets they had taken an interest in. But then, tucked away in a locked box under the bed, you found it.

A stack of old ID cards.

You picked one up, your hands trembling slightly.

Caelus. Except… the name on the card wasn’t Caelus. It was something else. A name you didn’t recognize.

Your stomach twisted as you checked another.

Stelle. But again—wrong name.

These weren’t their real identities.

And there were more.

More names. More IDs. Some with different faces. Some that looked eerily like them, but off, like versions that weren’t supposed to exist.

Then, at the very bottom of the stack, you found a file.

You flipped it open, your heart pounding.

And there he was.

The investigator.

The man who had knocked on your door. His face staring up at you from a report—marked MISSING.

Your hands started shaking.

Missing. As if he had never been there. As if he had been erased completely.

Who were they?

What had they done?

And more importantly, if they found out you knew…

What would they do to you?

The front door creaked.

They were back.

You shoved everything back into place as fast as you could, heart hammering. You barely managed to step away when the bedroom door opened.

Caelus stood there, golden eyes scanning the room.

Then, he smiled.

“We’re home.”

And just like that, you were trapped again. You couldn’t look at them the same way after that.

Every time they touched you—every time they smiled, whispered soft words, curled around you like you were the most precious thing in the world—you could only think about the IDs. The missing investigator. The way they had erased everything, rewritten themselves into something else.

Caelus and Stelle weren’t just lost souls you had saved from the junkyard.

They were something bigger. Something worse.

And the worst part?

They knew you were starting to figure it out.

Stelle would brush your hair behind your ear and murmur, “You seem different lately.”

Caelus would linger a second longer when he hugged you, fingers pressing into your back as if testing your heartbeat. “You’re thinking a lot.”

They didn’t ask what you were thinking about. They didn’t need to.

But the real moment came one night.

You were sitting on the couch, pretending to read, when Caelus suddenly dropped a stack of books in front of you.

Your stomach twisted as you saw the titles.

Psychology of Fear. How to Spot a Liar.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you looked up.

Caelus smiled. “I thought you might find these interesting.”

“You’re so smart, you know?” Stelle murmured. “You always pick up on things.”

They were testing you.

And one day, the opportunity came.

Caelus and Stelle had stepped out for something. They didn’t say what, and you didn’t ask. But the moment they were gone, you were back in their room, digging.

This time, you looked deeper. Past the ID cards. Past the stolen names.

And then—at the bottom of the box, tucked beneath everything else—you found it.

A document.

One that wasn’t fake.

One that wasn’t changed.

One that detailed who they really were.

Your eyes scanned the paper, your heart pounding.

It was about a program.

You read faster, hands shaking. They weren’t just runaways. They weren’t just nobodies. They were experiments.

Altered. Engineered. Created.

And the program that made them? It had been shut down. Destroyed. Every trace erased—except them.

They weren’t supposed to exist.

But they did.

And now, they had you.

They weren’t lost souls who needed saving.

They were ghosts of something much bigger and they had made sure that you were theirs. No wonder people had been looking for them. No wonder the investigator had come. And no wonder he had never come back.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to steady your breathing.

They had killed for you.

You were tangled in something so much bigger than you ever realized.

And as you slowly, carefully placed everything back where it was—one thought kept pounding in your head.

They already suspected you knew.

And when they confirmed it—

You wouldn’t be able to run.

The front door creaked open.

You barely managed to slip out of their room before they saw you.

But as you stood in the hallway, trying to act normal, you heard a soft voice behind you.

“You’ve been busy.”

You turned to see Stelle- stood there, eyes half-lidded, her usual lazy smile in place. And beside her, Caelus tilted his head, watching you in a way that sent chills down your spine.

“You’re thinking again” he murmured. “A lot.”

They knew.

You were out of time.

A sickening tension filled the room, thick enough to choke you. Caelus and Stelle stood just a few steps away, but it felt like you were cornered. Like a rabbit caught between two wolves.

“You’ve been snooping” Stelle mused.

"I don’t know what you mean."

A soft hum. Then—before you could react, her fingers brushed your cheek. "Liar."

Caelus sighed, stepping in behind you. “We didn’t want you to find out this way.”

You forced yourself to stay still. If you ran now, if you panicked—it would be over.

"Then tell me the truth."

“You already know the truth, don’t you?” Stelle said,

"You're not who I thought you were."

"You saved us" Caelus corrected. "That part was real."

"Everything else was a lie" you shot back.

Stelle let out a soft laugh, her fingers trailing down your arm. “Is that so bad?”

You flinched. "You—you killed that man."

Caelus sighed, resting his chin on your shoulder. "He was going to take you away."

"He wasn’t after me."

Stelle’s fingers suddenly curled around your wrist, grip tightening. "It doesn’t matter" she said. "You belong with us. We couldn’t let him ruin that."

"What now?" you asked, voice barely steady.

Caelus exhaled softly "Now? Now, we make sure you don’t get any more bad ideas."

Stelle pressed closer, her lips barely brushing against your ear. "Don’t worry" she murmured. "We’ll take care of you. Just like you took care of us."

You felt it before you saw it. The dizziness. The way your thoughts started to blur.

"What… what did you do?"

Stelle tilted her head. "Oh?" she hummed. "Something wrong?"

The world swayed around you. You tried to piece your thoughts together, but they were slipping—memories flickering like a dying light.

The file. The IDs. The investigator.

You knew something important. Something terrifying.

But—

Why couldn’t you remember?

You stumbled back, gripping your temples. "What did you do to me?!"

Caelus stepped forward, "Shh, it's okay."

Your vision blurred. Your knees buckled, and before you could hit the floor, Stelle caught you, lowering you into her arms. She pressed her forehead against yours, her warmth suffocating.

"We didn’t want to do this" she murmured.

You struggled to hold onto something. Anything. But the more you tried, the more your mind felt like it was slipping into water, sinking into something deep and dark.

When you woke up, the world was… quiet.

Warm sunlight filtered through the window, and the scent of breakfast filled the air. You blinked slowly, your body feeling oddly heavy.

"Morning, sleepyhead."

You turned.

Stelle sat at the edge of the bed, smiling.

Something felt… off.

You frowned slightly. "I…"

What had you been doing?

Your head was foggy, like a dream you couldn’t quite recall. There was something important. Something you had been searching for.

But the harder you tried to remember, the more it slipped away.

Caelus peeked his head in from the kitchen, beaming. "Breakfast is almost ready."

Warmth filled your chest.

…Right. That was normal.

You lived with them. They were always here.

Everything was fine.

Stelle leaned in, brushing her fingers along your forehead. "You’re thinking too hard again" she teased. "Relax."

Caelus chuckled softly, watching as you settled back into the sheets, the last bits of resistance fading from your gaze.

"It’s okay" he whispered. "You’re safe with us."

And somewhere, buried deep in the part of your mind they had locked away, a voice screamed.

But you would never hear it again.

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Big day in the morning

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Your name was everywhere.

Trending on Twitter. Flooding the news. Fans were demanding your comeback, and you had no idea what the fuck to do about it.

It wasn’t like you didn’t appreciate them. You loved your fans. They were the reason you stood where you did. But none of them knew what was actually happening behind the scenes.

None of them knew how tired you were.

And now, thanks to Utahime’s drunk impulsiveness, the internet was going crazy over your almost-kiss.

Last night, at the club, Utahime had pulled you into a dance both of you tipsy, breathless, laughing. And for a second, just a second, you two had leaned in a little too close.

Shoko had been the one to pull you back before anything happened.

But Utahime? That little traitor?

She posted the damn picture.

Now the entire world was obsessed with the idea that you two were dating.

You groaned, throwing your phone onto the bed. "What the fuck was she thinking?"

But honestly, a part of you didn’t even care.

Because there was something else weighing on your mind.

Something that had been suffocating you for weeks.

Nanami.

He had promised he’d be home by 6 PM.

But as always he wasn’t.

And you didn’t even have the energy to be mad anymore.

So you just went to bed.

morning

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

You woke up feeling warm.

For a moment, you thought it was a dream.

The familiar weight of an arm draped over your waist. The quiet sound of steady breathing.

But when you opened your eyes

Nanami was actually there.

For the first time in weeks, he was sleeping beside you.

Your heart clenched.

Carefully, hesitantly, you reached out and ran your fingers through his hair.

"Nanami?" Your voice was soft, still heavy with sleep.

A low hum rumbled in his throat.

"Mmh… I’m sorry for coming home late yesterday, love," he murmured, voice thick and drowsy.

His golden eyes fluttered open, looking up at you with something tender.

And fuck.

How could you not love him?

But then

Then you remembered.

The hickey. The perfume. The woman in his office.

Your stomach twisted.

You shoved him away, the warmth of his embrace suddenly suffocating.

Nanami didn’t resist. But his grip on you tightened.

"Please," he whispered. "It was just… a moment of weakness."

Your chest ached.

A moment of weakness.

Was that all six years meant to him? A moment of weakness?

A thousand words fought to leave your lips. You wanted to scream, to cry, to ask him why.

But in the end

You said nothing.

Because despite everything, despite knowing you should walk away

You forgave him.

Because you loved him.

Loved him so much you were willing to put up with his bullshit.

"I saw your tweet."

Nanami’s voice broke the silence as his fingers traced slow circles over your stomach.

"You wanted to get married, hm?"

You stiffened.

"It… It was just an excuse to get them off my back," you lied.

Of course you wanted to marry him.

You wanted it more than anything.

He hummed, unconvinced.

"You must have seen the news, then," you continued. "Everyone’s trying to figure out who the lucky man is."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Yes," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "And I don’t mind you posting me at all."

You sucked in a breath.

Then, as if he could read your thoughts, he cupped your face tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to look at him.

"I meant every word I ever said to you," he whispered.

Your lips parted.

"I worshipped you," his voice dropped, low and intense. "I still do."

"Do you know what you are to me?" His voice was soft, but it carried weight.

You swallowed, unable to speak.

"You are the first thought in my mind when I wake up," he confessed, his lips ghosting over your temple. "And the last thing I think about before I sleep."

Your breath hitched.

"You are my peace, my chaos, my greatest weakness," he continued, his thumb stroking your cheek. "I have loved you in a way I never thought I was capable of loving anything."

He exhaled slowly.

"And it terrifies me."

You blinked, startled by the rawness in his voice.

"I have never been a selfish man," he admitted, his fingers tightening slightly on your waist. "But with you? I am."

Your heart pounded.

"Because I don’t want to share you. Not with the world, not with your fans, not with anyone." He leaned closer, his forehead pressing against yours. "I want you to myself."

"You are the only thing that has ever made me feel truly alive," he murmured. "And if I lose you, I don’t know if I could ever feel that way again."

You swallowed hard, heart pounding.

"So don’t doubt me, love," he murmured. "Because my heart has always been yours."

Fuck.

You forgot everything.

The cheating. The lies. The pain.

You forgot it all when he held you like this.

And you hated it.

But you smiled back anyway.

Because loving him hurt, but not loving him felt impossible.

a day off

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Nanami took the day off today.

And for the first time in so long, things felt normal.

You spent the morning baking together. Flour dusted his shirt. Dough stuck to your fingers. He chuckled softly when you stole a bite of cookie batter.

And yeah.

You totally posted a couple of pictures.

Muhehe.

Then, later he took you out on a date.

It felt like old times. Like before.

Soft words. Affectionate glances. His fingers brushing over yours just because.

"You look beautiful," he had whispered. "You always do."

Your heart swelled.

And just like that

You fell in love with him all over again.

Night

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

The day ended peacefully.

Nanami sat beside you on the couch, reading a book while you scrolled through your phone.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

And yet your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Because you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

That this happiness was temporary.

That sooner or later everything would come crashing down.

And you weren’t sure if you were ready for it.

Somewhere other the universe

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Gojo Satoru had never been a man of patience.

So why the fuck was he still here?

Scrolling through your posts. Clicking on your pictures. Watching the videos of you and Nanami with a scowl on his face.

He told himself it was just curiosity. Just harmless interest.

But the truth was so much uglier.

It boiled his blood to see you with Nanami.

Nanami. Of all people.

An old classmate, a so-called friend someone Gojo had always thought was too stiff, too rigid, too unfeeling to love someone like you.

Were they happy? Sure.

Would Gojo ever fucking admit it?

Absolutely not.

Because deep down, he knew he wasn’t just criticizing Nanami.

He was jealous.

And fuck, he hated it.

Gojo had never been particularly close to you. Sure, you had been featured in his songs. Sure, he had spent hours replaying those tracks just to hear your voice.

But beyond that?

Nothing.

You were a fellow artist. A colleague.

And yet

To him, you were so much more.

He had tried to forget it. Tried to drown himself in distractions.

But it never worked.

Your voice was still the one he searched for in crowded places.

Your face was still the one he found himself watching during award shows.

Your name was still the one he typed into search bars at 2 AM just to see if you had posted something new.

And now, as he sat there, glaring at yet another picture of you and Nanami

He decided enough was enough.

He was done watching.

If he wanted to hear your voice so badly he would make it happen.

A remix.

That was the perfect excuse, wasn’t it?

A new collaboration. A remastered version of one of your old songs.

Just an innocent business proposal.

Not an excuse to see you. Not an excuse to hear your voice up close.

Not an excuse to remind you that you had other options.

That maybe just maybe you were better off with someone else.

Gojo leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his snowy white hair.

"She just needs to sing for me," he murmured to himself.

But deep down

He knew he wanted so much more than that.

Gossip in the group

He then went to the group to share about his idea to feature you in his remix, and fuck, as always, it was useless.

It was always the same eye rolls, dismissive texts, insults disguised as jokes.

But did that stop him?

Hell no.

If they weren’t going to support his genius plan, then screw them.

Gojo would make this happen on his own.

But he was genuinely shocked when Geto actually backed him up. Of all people, he expected Geto to be the first to shoot him down, not the one defending his idea.

So this bastard actually liked your songs? And he had been pretending he didn’t just to avoid getting teased? Unbelievable. Gojo smirked oh, he was never letting this go.

IS GETO FUCKING KIDDING HIM

Suguru. Of all fucking people.

Gojo could handle Nanami.

Nanami was stiff, reserved, predictable. He was a good man, but he was a man who followed the rules. And rules? Rules were meant to be broken.

But Suguru?

That shocked him to his core.

Because Suguru wasn’t supposed to want you.

Yet he did.

Gojo had always known, deep down, that Suguru secretly listened to your songs when he thought no one was watching.

He knew Suguru had pictures of you tucked away in his room.

And yet, every time he confronted him, Suguru would just smile. Brush it off. Deny it.

But now?

Now, Suguru admitted it.

Now, Suguru said it out loud.

And worst of all Suguru had the audacity to say,

"She was never yours to begin with."

Gojo knew that was the truth.

But he didn’t want to admit it.

Didn’t want to hear it from Suguru, of all people.

Because Suguru knew.

Suguru knew Gojo had an eternal, fucking pathetic, all-consuming crush on you.

Suguru knew that Gojo wanted you in ways he didn’t even know how to put into words.

And yet, if Suguru ever got the chance to be with you?

Gojo wouldn’t be able to bear it.

He’d end it.

He’d ruin it.

Because the thought of you with Nanami was frustrating.

But the thought of you with Suguru?

It was maddening.

His best friend. His brother. The only person who could truly challenge him who could steal you away from him.

It was unbearable.

Because Gojo didn’t want to share.

Not with Nanami.

Not with Suguru.

Not with anyone.

He wanted you for himself.

And he didn’t even know how.

Maybe just maybe he’d take a turn that was insane.

Something that no one would expect from him.

His fingers twitched. His mind raced.

Then, abruptly

He slapped himself.

A loud, sharp smack that snapped him back to reality.

And then he laughed.

Because fuck.

Maybe he was already losing it.

Don't have the motivation to continue to series :( and fuck i lost some of my works

@blushedcheri @kazupop @thesunxwentblack @fuffyfun123

Previous___. Next____

[biblical-chronicles]

Morning bites

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where Noel finds a new way to express his affection.

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The first thing you noticed when you woke up wasn’t the sun peeking through the blinds or the faint hum of traffic outside—it was the weight draped over you. Heavy, warm, unmovable. Your brain, still foggy with sleep, took a second to register what exactly was happening.

Noel Gallagher was clinging to you.

Not just an arm lazily slung over your waist—no, this was full-body contact. His chest was pressed flush against you, both arms wrapped tightly around you, his leg thrown over yours like he was actively trying to fuse the two of you together. His face was buried somewhere against your neck, and judging by the steady, rhythmic breaths tickling your skin, he wasn’t asleep—just content.

This was… new.

Noel wasn’t exactly a morning cuddler. Usually, he’d roll out of bed with a groan, grumbling about needing a cig or muttering under his breath about some stupid dream he had. But this? This was an entirely different man.

You shifted slightly, only for his arms to tighten around you, a low noise of protest rumbling from his throat.

"Noel?" you murmured, still groggy.

Nothing. Just the warm weight of him pressing into you, his nose nudging against the crook of your neck.

"Alright, seriously, what’s up with you?" you asked, amusement creeping into your voice.

Noel made a noncommittal noise, something between a grunt and a sigh, before mumbling, "Nowt."

"Nothing?" You craned your neck, trying to get a glimpse of his face, but all you saw was the top of his head, messy hair sticking out in every direction.

"Mm." He shifted slightly, one of his hands moving up under your shirt, to rest warm and solid against your stomach, fingers splayed out like he was holding you in place. "Jus’ comfortable, that’s all."

Your brows furrowed. Noel didn’t do clingy. At least, not this level of clingy. Sure, he liked having you close—pulling you into his side when you sat together, a lazy arm over your shoulders—but this?

This was something else.

And yet, as much as it surprised you, you weren’t complaining. It almost felt like you’d unlocked some secret, softer version of him that no one else got to see.

"Since when do you get all cuddly in the mornings?" you teased, making no move to pull away.

"Dunno," he muttered, voice thick with sleep. "Just want ya close, s’all."

Something about the way he said it—so simple, so matter-of-fact—made your chest tighten.

"Right," you said, attempting to keep your voice light. "And you’re sure you’re feeling okay? You’re not sick or owt?"

He scoffed against your skin, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "You’re talkin’ too much."

Before you could respond, you felt something sharp press into your shoulder. Not painful, just firm enough to make you jolt.

Noel had bitten you.

"Oi!" you squawked, twisting in his grip.

"What?" he said, completely unfazed.

"What do you mean what? You bit me!"

"Yeah?" He tilted his head slightly, blinking at you like you were the one being weird. "So?"

"So?? Noel, that’s not a normal thing to do."

He smirked, clearly entertained. "Says who?"

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Because… well... who did say that?

Before you could come up with a response, he dipped his head again—this time pressing his lips to your collarbone, soft and warm. And then—another bite.

"Noel—what in the world—"

He hummed in amusement, nosing against your skin like he was proud of himself. "Feels right, dun’t it?"

"No! What—Noel, that is not—"

Another bite, this time just under your jaw.

You squeaked. Actually squeaked.

Noel laughed, properly delighted now. "Y’sound like a bloody chew toy, love."

"I swear to God, if you don’t stop—"

"What, you’ll bite me back?" His smirk deepened, eyes dark with amusement.

You opened your mouth to retort, but then he squeezed you, arms tightening around your middle, and suddenly it didn’t really matter anymore. Because despite the ridiculousness of it all, despite his absolute menacing behavior, the warmth of him was enough to make you relax again.

So you sighed, running a hand through his hair, pretending you didn’t feel the way he practically melted into it.

"You’re lucky I tolerate you."

"Yeah, yeah." His voice was smug, but the way he nuzzled into you said something else entirely. "Y’fuckin’ love it."

And, well.

Maybe you did.

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cute short story for today as I'm planning a double story tomorrow since it is valentines day xx

(so, feel free to make valentines day themed requests!!)

also to the person who requested more clingy Noel, I hope this takes care of that, love ya x

[07-riley]

breakfast (Simon Ghost Riley one shot | valentine's day special )

dad au ! Simon "Ghost" Riley x female reader

au : this is the first valentine's day special, there will be another one in the next days 🫶🏻

★ masterlist here

When she woke up it was a very different time than she usually woke up every morning and she knew it because of the light coming through the window. When she woke up every day there was barely any light, Emma never slept through the night and at 5am without fail she cried for food.

Emma. It was too bright outside.

She stood up so quickly that she felt like was going to fall to the ground due of the way she had thrown the sheets off of her. Simon was no longer by her side. Had he woken up and not woken her up? He had probably already left for work. She was supposed to wake up before him.

She ran out of the room and down the hallway until she reached Emma’s room. She felt all the blood drain from her body when she saw the empty crib. Why was it empty?

With her breath coming in short gasps and her heart pounding in her chest, she rushed down the stairs so quickly she nearly tripped.

How had she fallen asleep? Her body was almost like a clock, always knowing when to wake up. She had a baby just a few months old and Simon had once joked that she didn’t even need an alarm because… She stopped abruptly as she entered the kitchen, her fear and anxiety suddenly replaced by utter confusion.

Simon was in the kitchen, holding Emma in one arm while cooking with his free hand. Emma had her pacifier in her mouth, her tiny head resting against Simon’s shoulder and looking peaceful… clearly not hungry.

What was Simon doing here? The night before, he had told her he had things to take care of and would have to leave early, but he’d be back in time so they could do something together for valentine’s day.

"Good morning." Simon looked so calm that it only left her more confused, as if there was nothing to explain. She heard the sound of oil sizzling as it made contact with something she couldn't see.

Simon walked up to her and pressed a kiss on her cheek. Emma stirred in his arms when she saw her mom, and she quickly took her into her own arms so Simon could go back to whatever he was doing. She was still too confused, and there were too many questions running through her mind.

"Umm… I thought you had work today," was the first thing that came out of her mouth, one of the first questions in her head, and at the same time, the one that could answer the rest.

Emma started playing with her hair. She was in that stage where everything caught her attention, and she was grateful for it—it made it much easier to keep her entertained when she had things to do. A small smile formed on her lips. She could still remember when she was pregnant, or how she had spent almost an entire day crying when she found out. Even though Simon had taken the news well. It was their first valentine’s day with their baby.

"Yeah, but I rearranged a few things and thought I could make you breakfast," he replied with such calmness, as if he hadn’t just nearly given her a heart attack. It would have been nice if he had mentioned it earlier.

She smiled slightly, watching how peaceful her baby looked. This kind of surprise felt strange, considering Valentine’s Day was usually something couples or friends celebrated. Once, she had spent the day with just her dogs, and it had been one of her favorite days.

"You took care of Emma?" she asked, a mix of surprise in her voice, and he nodded. The baby looked calm, which meant she had been fed and had a clean diaper.

"Why does that surprise you?" Simon turned his face toward her for a second. A teasing smile on his lips. "I am her dad, aren’t I?"

She nodded. It wasn’t that he was irresponsible. Her biggest fear had always been having to handle everything alone, but that had never been the case. The first few months hadn’t been as exhausting as everyone around her had expected. She and Simon had set up a schedule where they took turns checking on Emma, giving them both at least a few decent hours of sleep.

"I nearly had a heart attack. It would’ve been helpful if you’d mentioned it yesterday." She rolled her eyes, shifting her gaze back to her daughter to distract her from the fact that pulling on her hair was starting to seem interesting.

"I wanted it to be a surprise," he defended himself as he walked to the other side of the kitchen to grab something from the counter.

A bouquet of flowers appeared in front of her a few seconds later, instantly capturing her full attention.

"Flowers?"

"Emma picked them." That wasn’t entirely a lie. It wasn’t like the baby had personally chosen them, but Simon had placed her in front of different bouquets and simply picked the first ones she had leaned toward with curiosity.

She smiled, picturing Simon choosing the flowers just because Emma had shown interest in them. That meant he had woken up much earlier than she thought and had gone out in the morning... Had she been so tired that she hadn’t even heard the front door open? She had always been a light sleeper.

She took a seat at the dining table, setting Emma down beside her. She had gotten used to doing most things with one arm while holding Emma with the other. Simon liked to call it her "super mom power."

"Come here," he murmured, taking the baby in his arms, making her frown.

"Hey! It’s fine, I can hold Emma." She turned in her seat, watching as Simon carried Emma to the small portable crib they kept in the living room for whenever it was needed.

"I’ll take care of Emma today. You can take a break."

It took her more than a few seconds to process what he meant, and for a moment, she even wondered if she had misread the calendar the day before. If it was Valentine’s Day, why was he pampering her so much? Not that she didn’t appreciate it, but wasn’t this supposed to be a day they celebrated together?

"Isn’t this supposed to be a couple’s celebration? This feels more like Mother’s Day or something."

"Yeah, it’s supposed to be," he said, placing a plate of food in front of her, "but I thought we could do something different. You carried Emma for nine months. You deserve a break."

"Yeah, but—" He cut her off.

"No objections."

She sighed, glancing over her shoulder one last time. Emma looked peaceful, watching something hanging above her and reaching for it with her tiny hands. Then, she turned back to Simon, who was busy moving things around in the kitchen, and finally, she looked down at the breakfast in front of her.

How had she ended up with a man who had turned Valentine’s Day into a day to spoil her? The same man who had once told her he didn’t even have time for a relationship when she first met him during her temporary exchange at an unfamiliar base.

A lot had changed since then.

[nightplvmes]

*.⊹˚ SYLUS | surprise dinner (valentine's day)

── ◜sylus x fem!reader — ◜short special | specials from the rest of the LIs on my profile

Everything had gone wrong. From the moment she woke up that morning she must have known that everything was going to go wrong.

First it started with her alarm going off. She woke up two hours later than she was supposed to and had missed the delivery time for the dessert she had ordered. It was a famous and expensive bakery, they had been very strict when they said that if she didn't arrive on time or at least half an hour later she wouldn't receive her order. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

She thought maybe she could convince them to change their minds, but on her way to the bakery, her car's tire had gone flat. She ended up taking it to a garage and took a taxi back to home.

As if the day hadn't been bad enough. The dinner she had in mind also went wrong. She had burned a significant portion of the meal and didn't have time to start over. Around 5pm she had called Sylus to tell him that they couldn't meet that day because she had a problem. Lies and lies.

Sylus didn't say anything to her except that he understood and hung up. In her mind she was relieved that he hadn't been upset about ruining their first Valentine's Day. In Sylus' mind it was a different story. He had noticed her shaky voice because he know the way her voice sounded different after crying. Something was wrong.

It was already quite late when she returned home after searching for her favorite ice cream in three different stores. She couldn't even be sad in peace because she hadn't found the stupid ice cream.

Sylus had sent her a text while she was out but she wasn't sure what it meant. See you tonight. When she asked what it meant she got no reply. They weren't supposed to have a date until tomorrow, she had called him a couple of hours ago and he said it was fine.

When she got home everything was dark, she was almost sure that she had left more than one light on. She hated coming home and tripping over everything, plus her cat was always walking around. She walked in the darkness until she saw a flash of light shining in the dining room. She walked slowly and felt the air escape from her lungs.

He was there.

But he wasn't just there. He had prepared dinner, the room was dimly lit by the candles and everything was perfectly arranged. How had he done that in such a short time?

"Sy…" She felt the bag with the ice cream slip from her fingers. Her lips were parted and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Her eyes stung with tears.

"I got some information," he started speaking, setting something down on the table before walking over to her. "About the things that went wrong for you today."

She narrowed her eyes, confused, but it didn’t take her long to realize what he was talking about. Had Mephisto been following her? She had been distracted for most of the day, but not enough for her not to have noticed a black crow following her.

"I thought our date would be tomorrow," she said once the urge to cry had settled a little.

"I can leave if you want," he joked, closing the distance between them. She felt his arms wrap around her, and a shiver ran down her spine.

Maybe she had overreacted by canceling all her Valentine’s Day plans because of how badly her day had gone. But that afternoon, when she had sat on the couch, replaying everything that had gone wrong, she had felt awful—too drained to even get up and get ready.

"No." She shook her head quickly, her hand sliding up to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair and tugging gently. "You didn’t have to do this," she murmured, feeling Sylus’ breath against her face.

"Stop saying that." He tightened his hold on her hips. He would do anything for her—he had told her that over and over again.

She rose onto her tiptoes, brushing her lips against his one last time before she couldn’t hold back any longer. Finally, she kissed him. The urge to cry rushed back for a few seconds. She had given up—had accepted that her first Valentine’s Day with her boyfriend was going to be a complete disaster.

But now she was here, in Sylus’ arms, feeling how perfectly his lips fit with hers. A gasp escaped from her lips when she felt Sylus start to move backward, making her follow. Her back hit the wall, but his hand was already there, stopping her from hurting herself.

When she finally pulled away from his lips, her breathing was slightly unsteady. She could barely see anything in the dimly lit room, the candles on the dining table casting a warm, romantic glow. When she first met Sylus, it had been… an unconventional beginning. She never would have thought he was the type of person to prepare an entire dinner without her knowing, surprising her when she got home. A lot had changed since then, but she knew a different Sylus now.

"Come here. We can eat your ice cream after dinner."

She let out a little laugh, remembering the bag with over a liter of ice cream she had brought home, planning to eat it while crying over her ruined plans. She picked up the grocery bag that had slipped from her fingers, feeling Sylus intertwine his with hers as he guided her to the dining table.

She was still too dazed to say anything. She just let him pull out the chair for her, set the silverware, and… she was almost sure he had cooked everything himself, not just bought it from some restaurant. After all these years, she had learned to recognize the little details that made it clear when he was the one who had cooked.

The Sylus she had first met might never have done something like this—at least, that’s how he had seemed. But the Sylus she knew now? He would do anything for her.

[chrissssssmut]

Can you do a yandere Yunjin story, with her being the yandere? I loved the other one that you just did as well!

STUCK WITH YOU

Yandere Yunjin and Eunchae x Idol Male Reader

Note: Hope it's okay that I added Eunchae here! :<

It all started with a performance.

Your first solo debut—an unforgettable night. The crowd screamed your name, thousands of light sticks illuminating the dark venue like stars. You were untouchable, basking in the glow of adoration. And among those thousands of fans, two stood out.

Yunjin and Eunchae.

At first, they were just dedicated fans, faces you’d seen at every fan sign and music show. You noticed how they always managed to get front-row seats, how their voices were the loudest when they cheered. Their unwavering support was flattering—comforting, even. But then, things started getting strange.

They were always there.

Not just at concerts or public events, but at places they had no business being. The café where you grabbed your morning coffee. The gym you frequented at odd hours. The quiet bookstore you visited to find some escape. You switched up your routine, changed your schedule. It didn’t matter. They always found you.

The messages began flooding your private accounts.

“We know you’re tired. We’ll take care of you.” “You looked so good in that white hoodie today. We love seeing you like this.” “It’s okay. You don’t have to be lonely anymore. You have us.”

And then, one night, they took things further.

The exhaustion had finally caught up with you. After weeks of back-to-back schedules, you finally had a night to yourself. Alone in your apartment, you felt at peace. No cameras. No screaming fans. Just silence.

Until it wasn’t.

A creak.

A whisper.

The last thing you saw was the shadow of two figures before everything went black.

You woke up somewhere unfamiliar. The room smelled of old wood and dust, the air thick with silence. Your wrists and ankles were bound, the rope digging into your skin. Panic surged through you, but before you could struggle, the door creaked open.

Yunjin walked in first, her eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“You’re awake,” she said with a soft smile, as if this were normal.

Eunchae followed closely behind, giggling as she set down a tray of food. “You must be hungry. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.”

“What—” Your voice cracked, throat dry. “Where am I?”

Yunjin tilted her head. “Somewhere safe.”

Eunchae knelt beside you, placing a hand on your arm. “You work so hard, oppa. We just wanted to give you a break. Now, you don’t have to worry about anything. Just stay with us.”

Your blood ran cold.

The news of your disappearance spread like wildfire. Your name trended worldwide, your agency issued desperate pleas for any information. Fans gathered, praying for your safe return.

But no one found you.

Days blurred into weeks. Every attempt to escape was met with swift punishment—nothing violent, just tight restraints and whispered reassurances that this was for your own good. They fed you, took care of you, spoke to you as if you were lovers rather than their captive idol.

You realized quickly—these weren’t just fans.

They were obsessed.

You had to get out.

One night, as they slept, you made your move. Eunchae had left her phone unattended, and with trembling hands, you sent a single, desperate message to your manager.

Help came in the form of sirens and flashing lights. The authorities stormed the hideout, tearing you away from their grasp.

Yunjin screamed, thrashing against the officers. “NO! NO, YOU CAN’T TAKE HIM! HE’S MINE!” Her voice cracked with desperation, tears streaming down her face. “OPPA! LOOK AT ME! PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE US!”

Eunchae sobbed, trying to claw her way back to you. “You love us! You HAVE to love us! We did everything for you! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO STAY WITH US FOREVER!”

Their cries rang in your ears as they were dragged away, their hands reaching out for you, their screams echoing long after they were gone.

You were free.

Your return was a celebration. Fans cried with joy, your agency assured everyone that you would take a long break to recover. The world rejoiced in your escape, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t over.

Then came the psychiatric checkup.

Routine, they said. Necessary.

The doctor was kind. Too kind. His voice was soothing as he asked you how you were feeling. You were exhausted but relieved. Maybe now, things could go back to normal.

Then the room spun.

The moment the needle pricked your skin, your body went numb. The world faded, and before you lost consciousness, a familiar voice whispered against your ear—

“Welcome back, love.”

When you woke, everything was black.

Not just the room—your vision.

A blindfold? No. Bandages. Thick, tight, unmoving.

Panic set in as you tried to move, but soft hands held you down. Yunjin’s voice cooed beside you, her fingers brushing against your cheek.

“Shh. It’s okay.”

Eunchae giggled, playing with your hair. “We couldn’t let you leave again, oppa. So we made sure you’ll always stay with us.”

Your breath hitched. “What did you do?”

Yunjin pressed a kiss against your temple, her voice dripping with devotion. “You don’t need to see the world anymore. We’re all you need.”

Eunchae let out a gleeful laugh, clapping her hands in excitement. “Isn’t it perfect? No more distractions, no more stupid fans trying to steal you away. Just us, forever.”

Yunjin chuckled darkly, her voice laced with twisted satisfaction. “You really thought you escaped us, didn’t you? Oh, oppa, you should’ve known better. We love you too much to ever let you go.”

Eunchae leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear. “Now, you belong to us completely. No more running, no more pretending you don’t love us back.”

They both laughed, their voices high with triumph, their hands caressing you as if you were their prized possession. Their obsession had won.

Your screams were muffled by their soft, soothing whispers.

Outside, the world still celebrated your safe return.

They had no idea you were never truly free.

And worst of all—there were no traces of Yunjin and Eunchae.

No records of their arrest. No police files. No news coverage about them being taken into custody.

It was as if they had vanished into thin air.

Or worse—were watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike again.

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡A Drunk Valentine 💝

You've ordered: a dark chocolate liquor donut! enjoy!

"But, hey, what can you do? I'm a touchy feely fool~"

Rafayel x reader | word count: 1,059 words

Summary: you accidentally leave out liquor chocolates...what's the worst that could happen? 💝

Warnings: mentions of liquor chocolates, rafayel gets a little tipsy (i imagine him as a lightweight-), mild spice (MDNI). not really a warming, but lowkey clingy rafayel 🤍

Note: my first love and deepspace fic! i haven't played the game (yet), so if anything in this fic seems inaccurate, feel free to (respectfully) let me know. happy valentine's day! 💕

Your Valentine's Day with your boyfriend was rather eventful and warmed your heart to its core. First thing in the morning, you woke up to a pleasant and delicious breakfast in bed. After feeding each other and sneaking kisses, the two of you relaxed in bed for the majority of the day, just enjoying each other's presence.

Later on, Rafayel took you out for a lavish dinner, set right by the ocean. And at the end of it all, you two exchanged gifts. He gave you the gift he'd been working on for weeks on end: a gorgeous painting of you as a merperson. You gave him clay figures you sculpted to look just like the two of you. The night ended off with you and Rafayel playing around in the ocean, splashing each other and having an all around good time.

You two finally made your way back home, stepping into your cozy shared apartment. You had dried off with the towels Rafayel had in the car, but your skin still begged for a shower.

"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get in the shower." you told your boyfriend, getting a thumbs up in response.

As you disappeared down the hallway, Rafayel floated around the apartment, looking for something to hold his attention until you got back. His eyes soon settled upon two boxes of chocolate, one blue and one red. There weren't any names or labels on them, both boxes filled with the same chocolates.

Surely, you wouldn't mind if Rafayel snuck a few, right? After all, you two were probably going to eat them together after your showers.

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You exited your shared bedroom, all cozy in your pajamas. Now all you needed was for Rafayel to shower and you two could spend the rest of Valentine's Day cuddling and watching a movie.

"Rafayel, the shower's free!" you announced, walking down the hallway. Usually, you'd already hear him making his way down the hall, but this time, you didn't get a response at all.

"Rafayel?" you called out, hearing a faint mumbling from the living room.

There you saw him, slumped onto the couch, his cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded. He was giggling and mumbling something incoherent, his fingers stained with a bit of...brown? Your eyes traveled down to where the blue box of chocolates sat, wide open with half the box gone.

"Rafayel, how many of these did you eat?" you asked, rushing over and taking the box.

"Why are you so...worried about it? Aren't those...for me?" he asked, his speech a bit slured.

"No! They're liquor filled chocolates, for my boss!" Rafayel raised an eyebrow, scooting over to where you kneeled near the couch.

"You...bought chocolate...for your boss?" he questioned, a frown on his lips.

"Of course I did. My boss gave everyone chocolate yesterday and I just wanted to return the favor." you said, sighing as you looked at the half empty box of chocolates. "I'll have to buy another one."

"Why are you...buying chocolates for...another man?" Rafayel asked, reaching over to tilt your chin up.

You almost burst out laughing at his question, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers. "Rafayel, my boss is a woman."

The purple haired male blinked at you, him frown now turning into a pout. "But maybe she-"

"She's married. And has kids." you said, already knowing what your boyfriend was thinking. He was so clingy when he was drunk, especially right now.

"Come on, let's go get you in the shower, and then we'll get you sobered up, okay?" you hummed, cupping his cheeks in your hands. You couldn't deny how cute he looked, all drunk and blushing and pouty.

As hard as it was to lug a six foot drunk man to the bathroom, you somehow managed to get him there. You let go of him to turn on the shower, turning around to take your leave.

"Let me know if you need anything." you said, sneaking a glance at him unbuttoning his shirt.

Before you knew what was happening, Rafayel pulled you into the shower with him, clothes and all. He pressed you back against the frosty glass, his knee moving to slip between your legs.

"What the hell?" you gasped, your own cheeks starting to heat up. He didn't say anything, just stared at you with those big and beautiful eyes of his.

"Rafayel, this is not the time for this. You need to shower and-!" He quickly silenced you with a kiss, his lips slowly moving against yours. Honestly, you didn't really mind, your senses going numb as you melted into it.

You could taste the sweet chocolate and bitter liquor on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, his grip on your hips tightening. Who would've thought that your Valentine's day would end with a steamy make out session, fully clothed, and in the shower? Obviously not you.

Rafayel let out a soft noise as he moved from your lips to kiss down your neck, a hand coming up to pull down the collar of your shirt. Your head was spinning, the warm steam enveloping you, your now wet clothes sticking to your skin, the smell of Rafayel's cologne in the air. All of it sent your heart into a mad frenzy. And you just wanted more.

You tangled your hand into his hair, sighing softly as his lips pressed to your collarbone. You were starting to feel warm and tingly all over, hearing his deep breathing in your ear.

"Rafayel." you breathed out, your eyes fluttering shut. He continued to kiss over your skin, his movements becoming a bit slower. Then, you felt him still against you.

"Hello? Rafayel?" you murmured, nudging his head with your shoulder. Oh, look at that. He got you all worked up only to fall asleep right in the middle of it! And this was why he didn't drink often.

You somehow managed to get yourself and Rafayel out of the shower and into warm and dry clothes. He sluggishly flopped into bed with you, curling up to your chest like a cat would and falling asleep almost immediately.

His soft snores made you smile as you ran your fingers through his hair, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

What an eventful evening.

Note to self: write names on chocolate boxes next year. 💝

© m00nkissedlover, 2025

[fuck1ng-queen]

Under the stars

Nick Folio x Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: none, just some fluuuuuuufy things today!

Author comments: hi, besties! today is the day to celebrate valentine's with our baby drum boy Folio 💕 thank you so much for all the love you're giving me these days with all the notes, i'm so happy for it! i hope you like it and i'll see you tomorrow! (i didn't had time to make a header for today's fic, on sunday i'll make one and put in here)

It was a clear, cold morning, with the rays of the winter sun lighting up the streets still covered in the night's dew. You woke up to the soft sound of a notification on your phone, a message that brought an instant smile to your face:

Drum Boyyy: “Good morning! Ready for the best Valentine's Day ever?”

Folio was the kind of person who made small moments seem big. You had met by chance, a meeting that began with shy glances in an instrument store and evolved into long conversations about everything from music to the meaning of life's little coincidences. Today was special, and he had insisted that you leave everything in his hands.

After replying with a heart emoji, you got up and started getting ready. He had only told you to wear something comfortable and be ready by 10am. Your curiosity grew each minute, but you trusted him and knew he loved to surprise.

At 10 a.m., Folio stood at your door, carrying a large backpack and a mysterious expression. He was wearing a flannel shirt that looked like it was made for hugging, and his smile was contagious.

“Happy Valentine's Day,” he said, extending his hand to you. “Are you ready?”

“Depends. Shall we climb a mountain or something?” you joked.

He laughed, the warm sound filling the cold air. “Nothing too extreme, I promise. But I need you to trust me.”

You drove on for about 30 minutes, until you reached a park you had never visited before. The place was a quiet haven, with tall trees and winding trails. Folio took a blanket out of his backpack and some bags full of food.

“A picnic?” you asked, watching as he began to organize everything precisely.

“Well, it's more than that,” he replied, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. “But let's start here.”

You sat on the blanket, and he revealed hot coffee in a small thermos, carefully wrapped sandwiches and a bowl of fresh fruit. You talked about recent memories, laughed at inside jokes and shared a bar of chocolate that he had bought just because it was your favorite.

“You really pay attention to everything, don't you?” you commented, smiling as you unwrapped the chocolate.

“Always,” he replied without hesitation. “Especially when it comes to you.”

Time seemed to slow down, and everything around you seemed wrapped in a bubble of tranquillity. After you had eaten, Folio asked you to close your eyes.

“Trust me, it'll be worth it,” he assured you with a mysterious tone.

“Nick, if I open my eyes and find a strange bug, you're in trouble,” you said with a laugh, but you obeyed.

With your eyes closed, you heard the sound of rustling paper and smelled the faint scent of flowers. When he finally told you to open your eyes, you saw a notebook in his hands and a wreath of flowers that he carefully placed on your head.

“I know you love to write,” he began, a little hesitantly, ”so I thought I'd create a space just for us. I want this notebook to be a place for us to put our moments together. We can start right now.”

It was such a simple gesture, but so meaningful. With a lump in your throat and a sincere smile, you accepted the notebook and wrote the first entry:

“Today, in the park, Nick gave me one of the most beautiful presents I've ever received. It wasn't just the notebook or the bouquet of flowers, but the feeling that he really understands me.”

Folio read what you had written and smiled, picking up the pen to add something. “My handwriting isn't as nice as yours, but here we go,” he said before writing:

“Making you smile is my favorite thing on earth. I hope we never stop writing this story together.”

You laughed when you saw his handwriting, slightly slanted and with some letters too big. “It's perfect,” you said. “Just like today.”

The day continued with more surprises. A short trail took you to a lookout point with an incredible view, where he took a guitar out of his backpack. You looked at him in surprise.

“Since when do you carry a guitar? In fact, how much stuff can you fit in there?”

“Ever since I found out that you love live music,” he replied, sitting down on a tree trunk. “This one's for you.”

He began to play a soft melody, and although he wasn't a professional guitarist, every note seemed to be charged with feeling. The song was one of your favorites, and you felt your eyes fill with tears as he sang softly.

“That was amazing,” you said when he had finished, clapping your hands jokingly. “I think you just got extra points.”

“Good to know,” he replied with a shy smile, putting the guitar away. “But it's not over yet.”

You took photos together, laughed about how none of them were “perfect,” and talked about your plans for the future. Folio mentioned places he wanted to visit with you, stories he wanted to create and even recipes he wanted to test, as long as you act like his “official guinea pig.”

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in orange and pink, Folio looked at you with a more serious expression.

“I planned all this because I wanted you to know how important you are to me,” he said, his voice full of sincerity. “But more than that, I want you to know that every moment with you makes every other day worth it.”

You felt your heart racing as he held your hand. “I know I’m not perfect, but I want to keep trying to be, for you.”

You squeezed his hand tightly, smiling. “Nick, you’re already more than enough. Thank you for today… for everything.”

The sun was already disappearing on the horizon when Folio stood up and reached out his hand for you one more time.

“C’mon, there’s one more thing I want to show you,” he said with a smile.

Curious, you followed him to a small clearing where there was a makeshift campfire. He skillfully lit the flames, and you sat around the fire.

"Remember that night we talked about our favorite things?" Folio asked, his face lit up by the flames.

"Of course, it was one of our first conversations," you replied wistfully.

“So, I bought marshmallows,” he said, pulling a bag out of his backpack. “I thought it would be a good way to end the day.”

You spent what felt like hours roasting marshmallows, sharing stories, and laughing together. Every minute was filled with a genuine connection, a reminder of how much you cared for each other.

As the stars began to shine in the sky, Folio approached and put his arm around you. “I wanted this day to be unforgettable, and I hope it was.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of the fire and the comfort of his presence. “It was more than unforgettable. It was perfect, Nick.”

He turned his face gently, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart soar. “Can I do one last thing to make the day truly perfect?” he asked, his voice low and soft.

You smiled, feeling the heat rise to your face. “What would that be?”

Folio didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in slowly, his lips meeting yours in a tender, meaningful kiss. The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth of the fire and the rapid beating of your hearts.

When you finally parted, he whispered: “Now, yes, perfect.”

You smiled, your eyes shining with emotion. “I agree. Perfect.”

And in that instant, under the starry sky and with the soft sound of the fire crackling, you knew that Valentine's Day would forever be a precious memory. Not just for the surprises or gestures, but for the sincere love you shared.

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GAY ONE-SHOT #5: Riize Group Jerk-off Pt. 1/2

Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Someone sent this request: “Is there any chance for you to write a story where the NCT Dream members masturbate together? For the scenario, I let your imagination do the work. You always do an amazing job. I would also like one with RIIZE. For the scenario, I would like the story to take place in the shower of their dorm. Since they told that they shower together sometimes to buy time, so they are not late for their schedule. I really enjoyed your TXT skinny dipping story.”

Presenting Riize Group Jerk-off, a story that is exactly what you think it is 😅 The six men of Riize find themselves naked together in the dorm bathroom and things turn sexual. There’s no actual sex in this one, just thrilling and naughty masturbation 😜

I was going to release this story as one long post. But I need a little more time with the second half. It turned out describing six individual orgasms while keeping things fresh isn’t that easy.

For this first part I’ve focused on there being fun fluff and plot to explain how they ended up in this situation. Like the TXT skinny dipping story mentioned in the request, and this TXT shower masturbation story, I’ve also wanted the idols to feel like the situation is odd, unusual but exciting.

So, please enjoy this story of the members of Riize rushing to not be late for their schedule in the morning only to end up… well, you know 🙂

Idols: Riize

Content: Running late for their schedule the members of Riize undress in the bathroom.

Type of Sex: Masturbation

Word Count: 2.9k (Part 1 only)

Chaos ensued in the Riize dormitory, when the boys forgot to set their alarm and they woke up running late for a press conference. “Forgot” is not entirely accurate. None of them bothered, because they all assumed someone else would take charge and rally the troops in the morning. It was a lesson on responsibility they learned the hard way.

“Shotaro, get up!” Sungchan said and abruptly pulled the poor man's duvet aside. Shotaro, shirtless in his pyjama pants, rolled over on his back with a grunt and yawned.

Sungchan quickly threw on a shirt and left the shared room, where six bunk beds lined the walls, four of which were empty.

“Anton, stop jerking off in there,” Sungchan said and slammed his hand hard on the bathroom door. “The rest of us haven't showered yet.”

Inside, Anton was sitting on the toilet scrolling through his phone, slowly waking up. Sungchan's yelling made him put the phone down and squeeze a little harder which actually made his body come to life a little faster.

Shotaro sat up on his bed. He looked around and saw Eunseok on a bed in the other end of the room, putting on a shirt.

“Have you showered?” he asked.

“No,” Eunseok replied.

“Then why are you getting dressed?” Shotaro asked and giggled.

Eunseok stopped in his tracks with the shirt around his neck. “Fair point,” he said and took it off again, as if it would really make a time-wise difference. The two friends looked at each other and chuckled about it, because they knew it would not but they really were super late.

Sohee walked through the hallway outside with a bowl and spoon in his hands, hastily shoving cereal and milk into his mouth. “Hurry up!” he said and kicked the bathroom door in passing.

Anton stopped squeezing and started wiping before he was done.

Shotaro didn't have breakfast, he never did. He needed to pee though and hadn't showered either. Eunseok normally did eat but not today, there was no time. Other than a shower, next on his list was to brush his teeth. Stuck in a bottle neck, the two remained seated on edge of their beds, not quite sure if there was something else they should be doing while they waited.

There was. They could prepare their outfits. They could make sure their day bags were packed. They could find their shoes which usually took them a minute as there were too many pairs in the dorm. None of those ideas crossed their minds. They were tired and bewildered by the rush and abrupt wake-up call, and neither was able to think straight.

Instead Eunseok continued the joke. He stood up and did the only thing he could think of in preparation for his imminent visit to the shared bathroom. He took off his clothes. All of them.

Shotaro laughed when he saw his friend naked. “What?” Eunseok smirked. “We're in a hurry right?”

“Mind if we share?” Shotaro asked and slowly stood up too. They had done it before and it wasn't a big deal.

“Sure,” Eunseok said and smiled, just as they heard the bathroom door open and Anton stepped into the hallway.

“Finally!” Sungchan exclaimed. He rushed inside and undressed with haste, pushing Anton aside as they bumped into each other in the doorway.

The shower water came on. When Eunseok entered, naked and ready but saw the shower taken, he went to the sink and grabbed his toothbrush. Shotaro followed close behind in his pyjama pants, quickly took them off and motioned for Sungchan to move aside.

Sungchan turned his back on his friend and faced the wall. Side by side they quickly started soaping up.

Sohee had finished eating and popped his head in. “Sorry,” he said. “I'll wait.”

“There's no time,” Sungchan pointed out. “Maybe just skip the shower.”

“No way!” Sohee exclaimed. He really wasn't going to go out in public without feeling fresh.

“Just get in here,” Shotaro said with shampoo in his hair, and pushed on Sungchan's back to make more room.

The shower was big enough to fit them all but there was only one head. They'd have to fight for the water. But considering the rush they were in they wouldn't need to do it for very long. In fact Sungchan was already rinsing soap off his body, slightly lifting a knee while washing his balls.

Sohee undressed and stepped into the water while Shotaro rinsed his face. Eunseok was still brushing his teeth in front of a mirror, secretly glancing at the naked bodies behind him. Anton, who had already had his turn and was the cause of the bottle neck in the first place, was dressed and ready to go when he came back inside the bathroom.

“Guys!” he said loudly which brought everyone to attention.

Sungchan turned around and faced Shotaro and Sohee, their bodies almost touching as the three of them looked up. Eunseok was leaning over the sink and turned his head, the toothbrush still in his mouth.

“What?” Sungchan asked. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. Anton's loud tone and playful smirk made him think that something out of the ordinary was up.

Anton held up his phone. “You can relax,” he said and chuckled.

“Why?” Eunseok asked and spat.

“It's canceled,” Anton said.

They all went quiet, froze and looked around at each other. Only the running water made a sound, until Shotaro burst out laughing.

Eunseok frowned and put the toothbrush down. Sungchan rolled his eyes and jokingly slammed the towel onto the floor. And Sohee stopped rinsing his hair and leaned against the shower wall, water flushing down his chest and tummy.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed. Several of the boys started smiling, a sigh of relief suddenly washing over them. Then he looked at Shotaro by his side and smirked. “What the hell do we do now?”

Sungchan couldn’t quite believe it. “Are you serious?” he asked and looked at Anton.

“Yeah,” Anton said and relaxed his posture.

“What happened? Couldn't they have told us that sooner?”

Anton's smile turned naughty. “Actually they did,” he said and giggled.

“When?” Eunseok asked and stood up straight.

“Last night. We got the message just before midnight.”

Several of the naked boys burst out laughing. “What the fuck?” Sohee exclaimed again. Shotaro let our a high-pitched screech.

“That's hilarious,” Eunseok said and looked at his friends still in the shower.

“Oh well,” Sungchan finally said and smiled, then picked the towel back up from the floor. “I guess we don't have to hurry then.”

“No, we don't,” Anton said. “So can you please get out of here so I can finish what I was doing?”

“What, jerking off?” Sungchan asked and playfully snapped the man with his towel.

“No,” Anton said and defended himself with his arms. “But now that you mention it, I kind of want to.”

“Oh no, don't cause another line,” Shotaro said.

Eunseok by the sink turned around and grinned. “What, you wanna jerk off too?” he asked.

Shotaro didn't get a chance to respond. “You can do it in the dorm,” Sungchan said, to neither Shotaro nor Anton in particular.

“Or, we do it together,” Sohee suggested. It was presented as a joke but the thought had crossed his mind before. Shotaro, who stood right next to him, glared at his friend.

”What?” Sohee continued. “We're all naked in here anyway and we all do it.”

Anton, who was the only one with any clothes on, suddenly started undressing. “I'm serious,” he said. “I really need to poop.”

Sungchan pushed his friend on the shoulder when Anton pulled his pants down. “It's too crowded in here, get out.”

“Why are you complaining?” Anton asked. “You're already done.”

“Maybe I wanna jerk off too,” Sungchan said and smirked.

They were all really just having a laugh. The fact that they were no longer under any stress was a relief. Sexual jokes between them were not uncommon, and they had all showered naked together before in various constellations, though never all five of the men currently in the bathroom at the same time.

Sohee, who started the jokes, became quiet and suddenly turned to face the wall. Maybe it was the sense of joy and relief which caused his body to react. Maybe it was all the talk about masturbating. Maybe it was even the sight of all his friends so close together in the nude.

Whatever it was he suddenly felt a boner forming. It took him by surprise and for a moment he didn't know what to do with it. His brain was still in a bewildered state, stuck between being half asleep and wide awake as a result of the morning’s abrupt time pressure, and taken aback by his growing dick.

It made him panic on the inside. He quickly figured there was no way out of this. He tried to focus his mind to get the boner to go down rather than expand but it didn't work. He couldn't just stand with his back to the others for very long though, and he realized it was only a matter of time before they'd notice what was going on. If and when they saw his half-hard – soon to be fully erect – dick he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

It was better to take control of the situation. So, without really thinking, he grabbed his semi boner and swirled around.

“Let just do it,” he said with confidence. Once his brain accepted what his body was doing and embraced it, the boner quickly grew to full size.

It took the others a few seconds to register what they were witnessing. Sungchan was first to laugh and took a step back. Shotaro reacted spontaneously and in amused self-defense by smiling, screaming in a high-pitch voice, and giving the dick right next to him a slap. “Down!” he jokingly said as if telling off an animal jumping at furniture.

Eunseok by the sink frowned at first, then couldn't stop grinning from ear to ear. And Anton was the last to look because he was busy taking his socks off – the final piece of clothing on his body before he was naked too, which was weird considering all he said he was going to do was take a dump.

Of the four men who glared at the fifth, two immediately felt a tingle between their legs. They'd all seen each other naked before, and some of them had showered together in the past to save time. They had all masturbated at some point while the others were nearby, considering the cramped space they all shared. Shotaro, Sungchan and Anton had even done it quietly while the others were in the same room sleeping, though never at the same time. And Anton and Sohee had even done it together once, each in their own bed but fully aware what the other was doing.

In short, they were young men living in close quarters, and naturally they had all seen and heard things. But this? This was new. It hadn't even been joked about. Now the four men looking a Sohee all asked themselves the same questions: What the fuck is he doing?

And a range of follow-up thoughts popped up in their heads: He’s crazy! That’s so weird. But why does this turn me on so much? Could we? Should we? Do I want to? Is this really weird? What's the harm?

They stood in silence for a few seconds, each realizing that they kind of wanted to. But they were equally embarrassed by their dirty thoughts and worried about how the others would react.

Would they tease and make fun? Highly likely, hence no one wanted to take the first step. Though technically Sohee already had. And as they mulled this over in their heads, that’s when they heard the front door open.

The sound of someone entering the dorm made Anton instinctively swirled around and close the bathroom door. They heard footsteps outside, and Wonbin's voice as he called out for them: “Guys?”

They all looked at each other with big eyes and expressions of horror. Then as they realized their situation they tried hard to hold their laughter in.

“Guys?” Wonbin called again.

The footsteps passed by outside, as Wonbin went to check the bunks.

“Guys, where are you?”

Then he opened the door to the bathroom and popped his head in.

He stood in stunned silence for a moment. The others were grinning and holding their breaths. Sohee in the shower and Eunseok by the sink were rock hard and Wonbin immediately saw. It only confused him further.

“What the hell?” he asked and stared wide-eyed at his naked friends. He didn't know if he should laugh or be concerned or jealous that he hadn't been invited to… to whatever this was.

The others couldn't keep it together any longer. They all burst out laughing, loud and in unison, a joyous sound cramped up by a strong sense of shock and horror, so infectious it made Wonbin laugh out loud too. He wasn't quite sure why and had no idea what was going on.

“What are you doing?” he asked and looked away when he caught himself staring at one of the boners.

“Where the hell have you been?” Sungchan asked sternly, dodging the question. He was the one who had been running around trying to get all the others organized and ready.

“I went for a walk since the press conference was canceled,” Wonbin said calmly.

“When did you find out?” Shotaro asked. He was starting to relax but felt cold, and slowly rubbed his chest and stomach as he took a step closer to Sohee who was hogging all the water.

“That it was cancelled?” Wonbin asked slightly confused.

“Yeah.”

“Last night.”

“What?” Anton exclaimed. He was the one standing closest to Wonbin by the door, and when he turned around to face him his friend noticed a third erection and chuckled.

“What the fuck?” he exclaimed and took a step back from Anton’s hard dick. Though he was clearly amused by the collection of boners he still couldn't wrap his head around what he was seeing, and what exactly he had walked in on.

“Why didn't you tell us?” Sungchan asked and threw his arms and the towel in the air. He too relaxed and started wiping his wet body.

“You didn't know?”

“No!” Eunseok exclaimed and instinctively – without really thinking about it – started stroking the shaft in his hand as he leaned with his ass against the sink.

“I thought we all got the message.”

Shotaro and Sungchan – neither of who were hard – looked at each other and giggled.

“We probably did,” Sungchan admitted. “But we're idiots. We didn't realize until just now.”

“Okay,” Wonbin said. He stuck out a finger and pointed around the room. “Sooo… you wanna explain this?”

The five naked men looked around at each other, smiling, smirking, but at a loss for words.

“I don't think we can,” Sungchan eventually admitted.

“We were in a rush,” Eunseok said, a failed attempt that didn't explain anything at all. “I’m just brushing my teeth.”

“I’m just showering,” Shotaro said and shrugged.

“I just wanted to poop,” Anton chipped in and rolled his head while grinning.

“I'm just horny and wanna jerk off,” Sohee said proudly to make a joke, but no one really knew if he was joking.

Several of the others laughed at the shameless statement. Eunseok looked down at Sohee's dick and hand, and playfully started stroking his own a little faster. Their eyes met and they smiled naughtily.

Anton, who was hard too, found it super funny how confusing and strange this must be to Wonbin. But when he saw Eunseok and Sohee slowly pleasuring themselves his face turned serious and he joined them in the action.

This, in turn, brought Shotaro over the edge. He had felt a slight tingle and now it intensified. Seeing his friends suddenly hard and stroking themselves did things to his body too. He felt an erection coming on, and just as Sohee had before, he immediately panicked on the inside.

Sungchan noticed the change of expression on Shotaro's face. He was having the same kind of hesitation, and partly to himself but while looking at his friend he said: “Let's just do it. We all want to.”

“Hold up,” Wonbin said and tilted his head to the side. “Do what?”

“Jerk off,” Eunseok said loudly and added: “Take your clothes off and get in here.”

There was laughter throughout the room again. Naughty giggles, curious thoughts and excited heart and dicks. No one was against the idea, but no one took it very seriously either.

Shotaro met Sungchan's eyes. His dick was half-hard by now and when he realized he wasn’t the only one who was excited about the idea he stopped worrying about it. “It's not like we've got anything better to do,” he said and shrugged.

Sungchan nodded slowly. “Yeah,” he said, then turned to look at Wonbin and smiled again. “Come on, get hard and get in.”

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Can we always be this close forever and ever / he saw forever so he smashed it up

[houseswife]

this photo of my nightstand was a beautiful still life painting in her last life methinks. a masterpiece even

[kindahoping4forever]

Ash arriving in Buenos Aires

[heymacy]

15 questions, 15 mutuals! i was tagged by my loves @gardenerian, @squidyyy23, and @energievie 💛

were you named after anyone? legally i'm named after an actress from the 1960s. but you can call me macy 😌

when was the last time you cried? yesterday (and the day before that, and the day before that...)

do you have kids? none that i'm aware of

do you use sarcasm a lot? i'd say i'm less sarcastic and more snarky

whats the first thing you notice about people? their energy, and boy howdy do i know within 0.5 seconds if we're gonna vibe or not

what’s your eye color? i’m literally shaking buy her brown contacts pls

scary movies or happy endings? happy endings, por favor

any special talents? i can go 3+ minutes without blinking and i'm freakishly good at parallel parking

where were you born? seattle, washington on a rainy wednesday morning 🌧️

what are your hobbies? writing, making little moving pictures, learning and regurgitating everything i can about film history, puzzles, drawing, wire wrapping, sleeping

have any pets? three little rats in cat costumes

what sports do you play/have you played? i played damn near everything and sucked at all of it. a bitch can dance though! 💃🏻

how tall are you? 5' 5"

favorite subject in school? film, theatre, history

dream job? cathedral gargoyle

i'm tagging @iansfreckles, @nicksobotka, @metalheadmickey, @heymrspatel, @whatwouldmickeydo, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @gallawitchxx, @howlinchickhowl, @vintagelacerosette, @deedala, @michellemisfit, @palepinkgoat, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @creepkinginc, @mishervellous, @crossmydna, @harrowhark-a-vagrant, @thisdivorce, @too-schoolforcool, & @thepupperino (limit me to 15 tags? them's fightin' words)

[theallianceofcelestials]

Happy New Year! I hope all your wishes come true ❤️

Happiest of New Years to you too!

May your year be filled with success and may all your wishes come true aswell!!

[rubyreadd]

How old are you? I can’t work out if you are a teenager or a 40 year old (and I mean that as a compliment!!!)

This??? Is so fucking funny anon, you couldn't have cast a wider net of age possibilities. I hope it's because I have an enigmatic online persona, and not because I somehow have adopted a millennial pause into my writing style.

I'm actually in my twenties, but I need to know what it is about me that lends itself to you think I have such a range of presentation anon you have to tell me.