#well. hes just being comfy and wearing a hood in the first one BUT he is trying to be spooky in the second one

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moreee dark world sans stuff

[h-didanart]

Bloodmoon in dresses collection, round 2!

You thought I was done? So did I, but! Inspiration came back! And so I will now kick off the second round of this blog’s Bloodmoon in dresses collection.

One thing to note is that there are new participants, Bloodmoons from other aus that I hadn’t thought of for a while until someone (*coughs* @achickennamedcheese) asked me how many Bloodmoons I have. They are all here though, and they look rather dashing.

Starting us off, Magical Bloodmoon; Harvest Moon and Sturgeon Moon.

They didn’t need to look too far to find their dress, they already had one! Sure it was a skirt and some cool clothes but it’d still work. On top of that they could flaunt their cool shape shifting powers and they cool shape shifting weapon, so why wouldn’t they go for it? Might as well upstage everyone else in this whole damn place

They are having a lot of fun with this.

Next up, someone who you guys might not recognize on account of me not drawing or talking about them in so long. God of Doom Bloodmoon; Adaptation.

Adaptation himself has absolutely zero control over how Morpho decides to present them, so they didn’t particularly care when the butterfly put them in a dress. He did care when the winged death bringer pushed him to the front and basically let them run around and do whatever. He might be a bit self conscious now, but who is he to deny some time to hangout with their twin and the many other versions of themselves that are in that place?

There’s not enough red in his opinion

Last newcomer! I present to you, the amnesiac twins; Ruby and Vermillion.

Unlike around 99.8% of Bloodmoons, Ruby and Vermillion aren’t very close. Waking up so suddenly with no knowledge of anything or anyone and then learning that there’s someone else in their head was a very bad first impression for one another about each other. They both differ on tastes and likes greatly and don’t have much to bond over besides their dislike for the old them. It comes as no surprise then that they’d have trouble choosing something to wear for this event. On one hand Ruby just grabbed whatever he could and called it a day, making Vermillion feel very bad at the asymmetry of it all; on the other Vermillion chose stuff that makes sense and forms a cohesive color palette on top of being comfy, but Ruby absolutely hates the textures.

We can only hope those two come to an understanding at some point.

And finally, to wrap up this post we have the second design for one of the swap Bloodmoons; Fang.

Fang didn’t know what to do for the second round. Fang could steal from the Sun-man again, but didn’t want to, Fang wanted to stay with the other Others. So Fang had to think about what to do that wouldn’t require to go outside. Fang remembered that together with Scythe they usually had a combination of clothes that had a skirt, so Fang decided to wear the clothes the twins would wear together.

Sadly Fang cannot put the hood on

And that’s all for today! Dunno when I’ll be back, but thanks for dropping by, bye!

[jell0buss-37]

Why not? (Peter B. Parker x reader) pt. 2

God he is just so-

This is a slightly longer and better part! I hope you guys like this one, more fluff (platonic)

Warnings: None, slight angst if you squint

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

You can't believe how stupid Peter is sometimes.

Well, not stupid, exactly. Just stubborn. Stubborn and stupid. Two good words to describe him, especially now. Maybe you're really just panicking though, right? These are perfectly normal responses to have when your friend has been missing for what, an entire week now?

Now, sure, the guy makes it a habit to seemingly disappear from time to time, but he NEVER went without at least telling you first. You can't help how worried you are right now for him. The only reason you were so worried was because the last time he'd just left and told nobody, he had spiraled into a deep depressive state. Having just been dumped after a 3 year relationship, MJ saying that they're just better as friends, it really got to him.

His heart crushed, his inflamed ego stomped out, and his pride broken. He was a glass man, who had been mishandled and shattered. It had taken so long to pick up those pieces, bit by bit placing them together again, back into the man you cared so deeply for.

He had vowed since to tell you whenever he decided to just vanish like that again, the pained and scared look in your eyes somehow hurting him more than MJ ever had.

You had become quick friends in the workplace, not quite crossing the threshold of a bond outside of work. That is, until one of the first of many fights that Peter had to put up with. It was a rainy night, and he had had enough of the nagging of Harry in his ear, telling him he needs to get his act together eventually for MJ, who was almost impossible to please. It seemed that Harry was always quick to defend her, no matter how miniscule the fights may have been. He shakes his head, walking with his hood up into the bodega on the corner.

He opens the door, finding a familiar face to be more comforting than he'd ever admit at the time, you. You stood there, browsing through the different candy selections, wearing a pair of jeans and a loose oversized t-shirt, a pair of converse on your feet. A complete contrast to your normal work attire, he almost wouldn't have recognized you if not for the familiar glint in your eyes, that seemed to brighten at the sight of him.

"Pete! Wow, how's it going? Odd seeing you out in the wild." You tease with a smile. He feels a sudden weight off of his shoulders, his previous mood somehow leaving him just from a smile. He chuckled, walking over. "Hey, and you have room to talk. I didn't think you knew what jeans were." He nods to your comfy appearance. He liked it better, you looked… at peace.

You roll your eyes a bit, going back to looking at the candy. "I just prefer to be taken seriously at work is all. Anyway, what are you up to?" You ask, picking up a box of (favorite candy), looking up at him. You raise an eyebrow when you notice his shoulders visibly slump a bit.

"Woah, what's up man? Shoot." A phrase you two used a lot at work whenever you're working on a story together, and one of you had an idea, one of you always said shoot. It was a good way of acknowledging and accepting each other and the help that you had to offer. He laughed at this, shaking his head. It seemed he wasn't in a good place to talk about it. So you decided to go to a different place instead then.

"Alright… well, I was about to go bowling, maybe get a drink and a bite to eat. And you know, I'd HATE to bowl alone…" you trail off, hoping he'd pick up what you're laying out before him. He did, thankfully. "You know, I once won a trophy for being a bowling state champion." He grins, hooding his eyes. "Really?" You smile. "Nah. But let's go help me practice anyway." He begins walking, holding the door open for you. You set down your candy, deciding against buying it, and roll your eyes at him again.

You had of course, tied at bowling, you not expecting him to actually be good. You still joke about going easy on him while you're both eating burgers at what appeared to be both of your guys' favorite burger places. Talking about anything and everything, more so now that you're outside of work. You'd been sitting patiently listening to him finally explain his whole situation with MJ and Harry.

"And she tells me that all I do is work, and I get too tired to even talk anymore. Well, you'd be tired too if you had to do the things I have to do all the time!" He grumbles, biting into his burger. You nod along, picking a fry from his plate, having finished yours already. "You're right-" "Thank you!!" He cuts you off, taking a sip of his root beer. "Let me finish, Goofy." You smirk, "You do work a lot, almost as much as me. Hell, who knows how late you have to stay out to get those exclusive interviews with Spiderman and whatnot." You speak while pulling a straw out of your milkshake, licking it off. An action Peter stares at blankly, but ignores once you keep talking. "But didn't you say that you used to be practically in love with her in high school? Hell, you're not even gonna be going to college anymore like you'd originally planned with her. You've been working quite a lot lately, true, but don't you think she's more worried?" You point a fry at him, popping it into your mouth.

He seems to think about for a second, pondering. "You have a point." He agrees, realizing what you're getting at. "I always do." You smile smugly, winking. He finishes his burger, and you guys pay for your food. The walk back feels nice, like you both had just gotten a good breakthrough on a story, almost. Except this seemed more personal, comfier. You joke back and forth, the topic of a certain hero coming up.

"You know, you should introduce me to Spiderman sometime. He's kinda cute." The words make him freeze for a moment, but you're still walking. He catches up quickly. "WOAH, what- huh, I, uh. Woah. You think?" He pesters, making you laugh, nodding. "Are you kidding? He's a HERO. Plus, reading the interviews with him is one of my favorite parts of my days. He seems like such a good character in general. Naturally, he's just my type. And those tights-" He chokes on his own spit, sputtering at your words. He suddenly felt very warm, flattered extremely.

You smile at him, laughing as he gathered his senses. "Oh really, huh? You like the costume? You don't think it's corny?" He questions, extremely interested in your response. "Corny? More like it makes me Horny, dear God that ass-" "AHAHAHA WOW OKAY!! MOVING ON." He is entirely red now, his heart thumping so loudly in his ears now. And all you do is laugh hysterically, enjoying this response.

"Awe, what's wrong? Don't like me talking about your best friend like that?" You tease, smiling at the redness of his ears. "N-no, I mean, uh-" he coughs, regaining his composure. "It's just th-that… He'd like to hear that, every now and then. I-I mean, I guess." He smiles, almost proudly. You smile with him. "Well good. Something tells me he needs to hear it. Welp, anywho-" you step onto a step leading up to an apartment building. "This is me. I had a good time to night, I really needed it. I'm sure you did too." You smile at him.

The statement makes him realize, yeah, he did need that. Before he knows it, he's engulfing you in a quick side hug, almost awkward, but still comforting. His body warping your own from his size, you never truly noticed until now how large he is in comparison to you. "Yeah… I did. Anyway, see ya tomorrow, Stink." He flashes a smile at you before walking away.

You watch him as he goes, feeling something tugging at your chest. You look away quickly, shaking it off.

You felt it a lot, you'd come to find. Any time you guys hung out, anytime there was another fight, and it of course grew the more you were with him. It was always a feeling you welcomed, rather than shied away from or shut out. Call it being oblivious, or call it being hopeful. You never really wanted to pinpoint it. The only time you'd felt yourself question it was about 3 weeks after their breakup about 2 years after that night. You had been checking up on him, and he was still sulking in bed. You were rubbing his back, telling jokes and trying to cheer him up, telling him about different things from work that you know would cheer him up, and something finally, finally, had chipped into that sad and pathetic look in his eyes, and he had finally smiled. Leaning his head on your shoulder, mumbling a thank you, constant apologies spilling from his lips. You had always shushed him when he got like this, but the weight of him on you, that warmth of his body, had caused something to flutter within your chest. It was then you started acknowledging, started allowing that feeling to take a hold of you. You didn't think it would consume you entirely, and you didn't really care then. All you cared about was that he had smiled

[whumpbug]

okay okay okay so I held back on this one because I asked alternate already BUT. can you put Gene and Cassidy in a sci-fi story. what would they wear what are their roles do you have scene snippets or dialog? sci-fi is my favorite thing ever and as always feel free to ignore if this isn't the vibe!!! i love you bug /p!!!!!

OHOHOHOHOHHOH SETH I LOVE U /P

i am all for a sci-fi vibe. even if star wars is TECHNICALLY a space opera, i love love love the space setting and i would be DELIGHTED to talk about it.

im gonna word vomit on the page first and them ill try my hand at a few drabbles in this au. strap in for ANOTHER very long post. THANK U AGAIN SETH I LOVE UR ASKS I TRULY CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THEM /GEN

okay so. since i'm only really well-versed in star wars sci-fi concepts, this is going to be a vaguely star wars inspired au but i'll try to phrase it in a way thats more applicable to sci-fi in General (its always so fun to translate their jobs and personalities into different settings)

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we'll start with gene. idk why but i'm getting very much a bounty hunter vibe from him. like someone who maybe works for a larger organization or guild hunting down notorious criminals (i mention that he works for an Entity bc i think its sort of important that he doesnt choose his bounties himself. he gets them assigned)

i think he would still do it out of a sense of responsibility because he doesn't think bad people should just be running around like that, but also because. a man's gotta make a living. he's gotta pay the bills.

i can see him having his own little ship that he practically lives out of considering how much he travels, and i feel like he'd get very attached to his ship (much like calliope. sorry calliope you've become a spaceship in this au)

OMG AND ALSO A THOUGHT IS BEING BEAMED INTO MY HEAD.

he wears a mask. you can't see his face when he's out doing jobs. he conceals his face, partially because he doesn't want people to see when hes scared or smug or anything like that and partially for the Swag.

that brings me to his overall outfit. i believe in my heart of hearts that gene would wear something like this (i wish i could credit the artist but i couldnt find it)

except instead of an entire helmet, it would be more of just a black piece of cloth pulled loosely over his mouth and nose. and im also seeing him in a very wide brimmed hat that he can tilt down to Brood pls tell me you guys see the vision.

he'd have a little revolver-looking blaster and knowing him, it'd be set to stun. i don't think he really enjoys bringing people in cold, and does his best to avoid it when he can

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OK now onto cassidy. my beautiful darling boy silver. my sweetiepie.

it was kind of difficult to translate his profession into this setting because. it involves more people other than him.

ultimately i decided that, similar to the modern au, he is a part of an underground business, kind of like a rebellion of sorts, that fight against the injustices of the galaxy robin-hood style. of course, montana is the leader (unfortunately) and cassidy is essentially his right hand man

i can see cassidy traveling planet to planet, dismantling corrupt governments, providing for the needy, and having an absolute blast doing it, but his methods are. very illegal. and there is a growing bounty on his head.

nearly every major government wants specifically him locked away for life because of the destruction he's caused, and of course they hire the very best bounty hunter around to track him down.

and of course cassidy is a slippery fellow

cue their little cat and mouse thing they've got going on. gene wants to catch him because if he does, he'd practically be set for life. cassidy runs away because, well. he has a job to do. he can't get caught, especially by the weirdly attractive masked dude that talks to his spaceship.

and lastly, here is what i think cassidy's fit would vaguely look like:

he loves ponchos he can't help it. they're too comfy.

he too would have a little revolver-blaster thing and of course, his knife and hat. one thing that it different is the stolen jewelry. i decided that instead of stealing jewelry from the awful people, he takes mechanical/droid parts for his little buddy that he keeps around named SC-071-1 (haha. ahaha get it. please tell me someone gets it.)

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OK ONTO THE DRABBLES AND SNIPPETS! you get 3 because im feeling Generous /pos. here in the first little snippet for you. this is the two meeting in a bar and not wanting to make a scene (gene tracked him there) (i just wanted to write a silly tense scene)

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Cassidy heard Gene before he saw him.

The man was always stomping around in a way no one could quite replicate. His footsteps were deliberate, cold, and unmistakable.

And they were right behind him.

The business end of a blaster was suddenly pressed into Cassidy's ribs and his mouth went dry.

"I'll have a Jet Juice. On the rocks."

Gene tossed the bartender a coin, to which he grumbled indignantly and began on the drink.

Cassidy risked a sideways glance at the bounty hunter. His expression was unreadable and hidden as always, and he didn't even turn to look at Cassidy. Instead, Gene leaned close and spoke lowly into his ear.

"Make a scene and you're dead. Try to run and you're dead. Turn on your comm and you're dead. Am I clear?"

Cassidy smirked, and mocked a salute. "Loud 'n clear, sir."

Gene gave a curt nod and turned to the bar. The bartender slid him his drink, which he downed in one go, and he was just about to order another when--

He sputtered when he felt something pressed into a certain.. important area. He blanched.

"Didn't say anything about fightin' fire with fire, did you, cowboy?" Cassidy grinned. The sight of the big bad bounty hunter squirming because his family jewels were threatened never got old.

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DRABBLE 2 HERE WE GO. this one is gene finding cassidy after a mission gone sour. cassidy was effectively abandoned by montana with the promise that he would come back for him.

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The whole mission was a bust from the beginning.

Cassidy should have known. He had a gut feeling-- that it was some sort of trap specifically designed for the organization. When he brought it up to Montana, he said that it was just Cassidy being paranoid. And, of course, he believed him. He always did

And now, there he was, beaten within an inch of his life and left to the elements by the government higher-ups.

They really didn't like people messing with their system.

Cassidy took a labored breath for what felt like the millionth time. Each time it was getting harder. His arms were pinned awkwardly above his head and to fill his lungs, he had to pull himself up. It quickly became exhausting.

The worst part was the cold. Montana had mentioned that this planet's average temperature was a little below what Cassidy was used to, but he didn't mention that the city they were infiltrating was located near the northern pole of the planet.

It was freezing.

Cassidy had long since stopped shivering.

He let his head loll forward. He wasn't sure he had the strength to wait for Montana anymore. He wasn't sure he had the strength for anything anymore. Even keeping his eyes open seemed a monumental task.

So, he let them fall shut.

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When he woke up, it was because he registered his center of gravity tilting on it's axis.

There was a body pressed against his. And it was warm.

If he had any remaining strength, he would have clung to his rescuer like there was no tomorrow. Instead, he settled for letting his head fall against the person's chest as he let out a pitiful whine.

A hand chafed up and down his shoulder. "Just relax. We'll get you warm. Don't you dare try to run off, Silver."

He wouldn't dream of it. Not when he could feel himself melting to putty in the arms of this stranger.

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LAST DRABBLE it's gene's turn. in this au he has spasthma (space asthma) and sometimes it hinders his job in Not good ways. and cassidy isn't heartless.

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Cassidy really wasn't thinking when he threw the smoke bomb. All he knew was that the damned bounty hunter was catching up and he needed to throw him off.

He did not expect him to fall to his knees with a guttural coughing fit.

It would have been so easy to leave him there to rot, to hop in his ship and escape without looking back.

But when did Cassidy ever take the easy way out?

"Shit," He hissed, darting back to where Gene was kneeled with a palm supporting him on the ground.

He was clutching at his chest, choked gasps leaving him intermittently. His eyes looked vaguely panicked.

"C-Can't--" He wheezed, getting cut off by another coughing fit. He looked as if he was about to topple over.

Cassidy caught him by the arm and dragged him away from the busy street. He propped him up against an wall tucked into an alleyway and began rummaging around in his bag.

One of the younger kids with the Montana's crew had the same condition with all the same symptoms Gene was having right now. The kid was pretty forgetful, and Cassidy always made sure he had an extra rebreather on him. Just in case.

Gene was going to owe him big time.

His fingers finally grazed what he was looking for and he yanked it out, fumbling to get it open. He shook the small canister and pressed it to Gene's lips.

"You have to puff. Just try, okay? Just a little." Cassidy grabbed Gene's hand and placed it on his chest, exaggerating his own breathing to show him what to strive for.

Gene hiccuped slightly before taking a flimsy inhale. He breathed out and tried at it again, and found it gradually got easier.

When he could finally take a deep breath, he collapsed against the wall, panting. His hand didn't leave Cassidy's chest.

"Thank-- thank you," He whispered.

Cassidy smiled.

"Does this mean I get a headstart now?"

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SETH thank you SO VERY MUCH for this ask and this au. i think i may like it more than their original au GOD i love them so so so much FHDJKFH. thank u for the requests and as always PLS dont be afraif to send more if the mood striked you but no pressure ofc! /gen

hope you enjoy my rambling bc this post was LONGGGGG

[where-pain-is-so-pretty]

72. "Is that my shirt?" jere x reader

It was my pleasure to write this. I love this man so much. Thank you for requesting this. I love you 🖤

Jere Siivikko x Reader

72. "Is that my shirt?"

"I missed your face." Is the first thing you say when Jere appears on your phone screen. He is hiding his bed head hair under the hood of his sweater and there a dark circles under his eyes but to you he looks as fine as ever.

You can’t help but smile when you see him.

Right now, he is somewhere in Europe, touring with his band for the first time ever. Your only connection being the daily video calls and various messages as you share him with the rest of the world every night.

"I missed you too. How have you been doing?" he asks after silently admiring you for a few seconds.

You are about to reply when Jere interrupts you.

"Is that my shirt?", he frowns as he tries to get a better glance at your shirt.

"Yes it is!" You grin at him and slightly changing the angle of your phone to show him your full outfit. His RBFH shirt and your favourite pair of comfy pants.

You had slept in his clothes since he had left for tour, feeling less alone being surrounded by his scent.

"It suits you so well." You see his face light up through the screen, the smile on his lips making his dimples appear, and you wish you could kiss them right now.

You feel your cheeks heat up at the compliment.

"Thank you. I would love one of the new RBFH hoodies as well."

"You really love this weird band, don’t you!" Jere jokes before adding "I'll get one for you. Just tell me which size?"

"Whatever size their hot guitarist is wearing."

[squishy-rogues]

🪤🌳Aidoni

🎨🥪Aia

🥞🐁 Illith

🪤 What is one thing that could be used to lure Aidoni into a trap?

Aidoni has many soft spots, as much as she tries to hide them or run from them. The biggest would be her family and friends. She has a large, close extended family, and she would rush headlong into danger for any one of them. Put Ophelia or Ellory in danger and you are getting triple-teamed by Aidoni's glaive, a floating spiritual glaive, and a ghostly tall muscular woman reluctantly using a glaive. Aidoni might be at the point where she feels pretty invincible, especially with her adventuring companions at her back. So it might not even be that hard to lure her into a trap, though it would take something pretty powerful to actually hold her.

🌳 Would Aidoni survive for a week on their own in the wilderness?

Survive? Most likely. She's a high enough level cleric to have access to Create Food and Water and some other nifty utility spells. Be happy? Certainly not. Aidoni HATES sleeping away from a comfy bed and a bath. She might be more likely to survive on her own than with someone, because her complaining might drive a companion to consider murder.

🎨 Does Aia have any craft skill, as a hobby or profession? If so which?

Aia is a painter. A reasonably good one, too. It was expected she would join the Artists' Guild when she came of age and make a nice respectable living out of it until she took over the family business when her parents retire. Aia doesn't really like working with organizations, though, and is headstrongly insisting on making her way as a painter by herself rather than as part of the Guild. She hasn't had a lot of public success, but she has some clandestine arrangements helping her fund her solo endeavors.

🥪 On a scale from ‘burns water’ to ‘5 course menu’ how well can Aia cook?

Aia has probably never cooked a meal for herself and would have no idea where to even start. She recently picked up some skill in alchemical crafting, so she could probably translate that into not setting things on fire, but the food probably wouldn't taste very good.

🥞 Does Illith take proper care of themselves, like getting enough sleep and eating properly?

Illith CAN take care of himself, but often... doesn't. He has all the skills to be self-sufficient, but mental illness is a bitch, man. He has definitely spent days on end being basically nocturnal, hating it, and consuming nothing but tea and the occasional shortbread cookie. It's almost easier for him to take care of himself on the road because his rations are pre-prepared and he has shit to do in the morning, so he has to sleep on time, plus he's tuckered out from the aforementioned shit he has to do.

🐁 Capybaras are friend-shaped. What shape does Illith have?

I'm not entirely sure what this one means, so we're going to take two approaches to it. One could say Illith is edgelord-shaped. He wears dark colors and a cloak, and always keeps the hood pulled over his face unless he's around someone he's very comfortable with, which pretty much means just his parents, Elyssia, or Wren. If we're just describing his appearance, Illith is a tiefling with pale (though still flesh-colored) skin, ram-like horns curling down over his cheeks, silver pupil-less eyes, shaggy white hair, and a long tail with a spade tip. He's pretty slim, but he's got a little more strength than you might expect on first glance.

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lebutterfly-effect​:

Gia got out of the car and walked with Aaron to his home, he unlocked his front door and stepped inside, slipping off his shoes. She did the same “I might as well sleep here tonight if is okay, there’s no way I’m letting you drive me home after bringing me here, I’m too much trouble…” She complained as she followed him to his room to look for dry clothes.

“I’m okay just wearing a hoodie, it’s going to look like a dress on me anyways…” Gia said leaning against a wall looking at Aaron searching for a hoodie, after a minute he pulled out a black long one. It looked comfy. He handed it to her and she went straight to the bathroom to change. Gia stared at the soft black cotton hoodie in her hand for a few moments before she started undressing, peeling off her blouse, jacket, and skirt. Then she folded them and set them on the dresser, since she didn’t know where else to put them. And finally Gia pulled the hooded over her head and it settled against her thighs, she looked cute, looking at herself in the mirror she thought that being here in Aaron’s house was better than any date she could have.

When she went out of the bathroom, Aaron was waiting for her, “So, how do i look?” Gia inquired graciously twirling in front of him “Say good bye to your dear hoodie, it’s mine now.” Gia joked, then she glanced at the clock and winced at the time—it was almost midnight on a Friday night and he was here, spending time with her when he could be out having fun. Gia felt a wave of guilt that made her bite her cheek. “So… Boxing or pizza, what are we doing first?”

Aaron was actually a little surprised when she was just deciding on staying the night. He honestly didn’t mind it just surprised him. “It wouldn’t be trouble for me to drive you but I mean, if we happen to get comfy later, I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t have to like.. drive you.” He left his own shoes by the door, taking off the denim jacket he had worn. “Just a hoodie.” Sure, if that was what she wanted. He actually looked for one of his newer ones, where the fabric was still pretty soft and the black was also still rather vibrant. He also wasn’t too attached to it yet, after all, he knew once he gave it to her, he wouldn’t get it back anyways. Aaron himself had changed into a pair of sweatpants and a black t-shirt. They were going to spar, so he should be getting comfortable. His brows raised when Gia came back wearing just his hoodie, his gaze would wander over her slowly. “I- yeah well, you look great.” He cleared his throat shortly. She looked definitely much better than great. Having someone wear his clothes was a hell lot of a turn on but he shouldn’t tell her that, right? “It’s not my favorite hoodie so.. keep it.” He had to smirk though. He had expected it. “You are going to box in panties and a hoodie?” He ran a hand through his dark hair, nodding some. “Well, pizza isn’t here yet, so we might just have to start with boxing.” He gestured her to follow him to the living room, where he actually got a pair of boxing gloves, which he handed her. He then took hold of the sparring pads. “So, you actually will just punch the cushions as hard as you can. We gotta get your anger out of your system. You just gotta imagine that stupid assface of a jerk when you punch, can you do that?”

[getsojaded]

part v: non-refundable || calum hood

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: swearing, slightly sexual towards the end, calum hood x she/her reader

a/n: not the strongest chapter, but i promise shit gets juicy after this, bare with me! hope u enjoy

Having this hotel booked quite some time ago, it was no surprise to the pair that there was only one bed. Were they disappointed? No. But they’d never tell each other that. 

Y/N had quickly changed into pajamas and cleaned up before crawling into bed, laying beside a very sleepy Calum. “Food coma?” She asks him, rolling on her side so that she could face him. “So tired,” Calum nods in response, starting to get under the covers before Y/N stops him.

“No. You’re wearing outside clothes. And you just ate. Brush your teeth. Change.” She scolds him, making Calum lazily get up from the bed and trudge towards the bathroom. “Okay, boss.” He murmurs, shutting the bathroom door behind him. 

As Y/N’s laying in bed alone, she realizes that she herself is extremely tired as well. Comfortable in her position, she brings the covers up to her chin and closes her eyes. She’s so close to falling asleep, until- 

“You gonna move from the middle of the bed for me or what?” Calum’s voice fills the bedroom, causing Y/N to open her eyes and groan at the sight of her ex, standing at the edge of the bed. “I was so comfy.” 

“So was I, but I got forced out of it by somebody in this room. Move it, missy.” He sarcastically scolds the sleepy girl beside him, resulting in her groaning at him and slowly shifting towards the right side of the bed. Calum happily crawls in, the two of them laying on their backs as the only light illuminating their room is the dimly lit lamp to the side of Y/N.

The room’s quiet, the only thing you could hear being their breaths getting heavier as they entered their well deserved sleep. “Goodnight, Cal.” Y/N softly says, turning to her side to face the man beside her. “Night, Y/N. Sleep well.” 

As Calum turns the lamp light off and gets comfy in the king sized bed, Y/N touches his arm softly and whispers. “Let’s not make this awkward. I’m still me, and you’re still you. We’ll be fine.” 

His breath hitches at the sound of her words, grabbing her hand softly and squeezing it. “Yeah, we’ll be fine.” He responds.

He hopes that she’s right.

–

“Get your heavy ass arm off of me,” is the first thing Y/N groans out, as she takes Calum’s arm and swings across his body. Cal had a solid sleep, Y/N uncomfortably waking up to his forearm pressed onto her eyes and nose. 

Calum shakes himself awake, wondering what the hell that sudden force was. He looks to his right and sees a very annoyed Y/N, frowning as she rubs her eyes and gets up. “What happened?” He asks confusedly, sitting up on the bed. “You happened!” She exclaims half mad. “Woke up to your dumbass arm suffocating me.” Calum chuckles at her state of annoyance, as he follows her into the bathroom to get ready for the day. “I’m about to shower, why are you coming in?” Y/N asks suspiciously, reaching for a towel on the rack. He groans at her, asking “Can I go first? We both know you take an atrocious amount of time to get ready. I’ll be quick, I promise.” 

“Ha, funny.. No. Get the fuck out.” Y/N blatantly responds, laughing as she gives him a light shove out of the bathroom and closing the door immediately, locking it. “Asshole!” He exclaims, chuckling as he falls back on the bed, thankful for the extra rest time he gets, at least. 

At least forty-five minutes go by with Y/N still in the washroom. Calum huffs, getting up from his laid out position on the bed and banging on the bathroom door. “What the hell is taking so long?!” 

Y/N swings the door open, revealing herself in nothing but a towel, her hair still damp as dots of foundation are planted all over her face. “I’m not done yet!” She responds, about to close the door on him once again. “Can I take my damn shower? You can stay in here, just let me use the bathroom too.” He groans, taking his palms together and practically begging her to let him in. Y/N rolls her eyes, opening the door wider for him. “Fine. But no shower singing.” 

“No promises, funny gal.”

Calum takes a good fifteen minutes to fully wash himself, and as for Y/N, she’s still only on her blush and bronzer for her makeup routine. She hears the shower turn off which doesn’t think too much of, but when she makes eye contact with the naked man beside her in the mirror, she yelps and drops her makeup brush. “Calum! Why did you open the shower curtain?!” 

“What, you expected me to stay in here until you were done? I have to get ready too!” His wet, still naked body steps out of the shower onto the mat beneath him, water dripping from his hair as he reaches for a towel on the empty rack. “Y/N. I need a towel.” 

Y/N sheepishly looks down at the towel she’s still wearing, scoping out the situation and now realizing that the both of them are practically naked, one piece of cloth being the only thing covering her bare body. “I’ll get another one from the closet,” She embarrassingly mutters, walking out of the bathroom for a brief moment to grab him one. Y/N hurriedly passes Calum the towel, staring a little too long at his lower half.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before,” He smirks at her, wrapping the towel around his waist. She scoffs at him, looking at him with wide eyes. “Too soon, man,” She responds, as she sets her face with her setting spray, turning to Calum and giving him a small spritz of it as well. “Hey!” He shakes his head, shocked by the sudden mist of water. “Not my fault you were eyeing me.” 

“Your literal cock was out. If it was any other man, I would have done the same thing.” Y/N tells him, moving to the side of the counter to give him space, so that he could blow dry his hair. “Okay but answer this honestly.. Does it look like anything has changed about me?” 

“Shut up, Cal!” 

– 

“So what is the plan today?” Calum asks Y/N as she finally is finished getting ready. Calum had gotten ready later than her, yet managed to finish about thirty minutes before she did. Typical Y/N behaviour, and Calum’s used to it. He takes a look at her outfit, which consists of a black sports bra and baby blue biker shorts. “Today, we are hiking!” She excitedly responds, pulling out her phone and taking a seat next to him to show him the photos of the potential trails they could go on. “So this one’s called Mount Koubou. It takes like two and a half hours, and hikers said that once you reach the top, you can see Mount Fuji,” She tells him, as he takes her phone and scrolls through the various photos “It’s cherry blossom season too, so it will be extra pretty for photos! And here’s the other one, this one’s called Nokogiriyama. This one takes around four hours, and there’s like some super steep steps but we end up super high up. Up to you.” 

“Definitely Mount Koubou. I’m extremely out of shape,” He responds, laughing as he passes her phone back. “Well, it looks like I need to change.” Y/N takes a look at his outfit compared to hers, knowing that his black button up shirt and black jeans will come back to bite him in the ass if he doesn’t change his outfit. “Did I even pack any hiking clothes? I didn’t know we were gonna be doing this shit.” Calum rummages through his suitcase, only finding a pair of athletic shorts. “Here, take this,” Y/N tosses him one of her oversized band tees that was meant for her pajamas. “Either that, or you can take one of my sports bras. Your choice.” She giggles as he walks into the bathroom. “Pajama tee will do very well, thank you very much.” He responds sarcastically.

They make their way down to the hotel lobby and walk outside towards the nearest taxi once Calum finishes changing his clothes. She briefly tells the taxi driver their destination, and the driver closes the partition and begins to make his way there. “Why did you wear makeup on a hike?” Calum asks her, almost out of nowhere. “Well, I have to look good for the photos! Oh by the way, you are going to be my photographer today, thank you very much.” 

“Since when did I agree to this?” He sassily replies, shooting Y/N a look. “Since I said so. Don’t worry, I’ll take some for you too! There was this photo I saw on Instagram that I wanna recreate, it’s like where these stairs are and there’s cherry blossoms everywhere. Apparently it looks nicer in the evening because these lanterns light up, but knowing us we’ll probably get lost and it’ll be super dark and scary by the time we finish. Also, there’s an alternate path we can take and…”

Calum’s barely paying attention to what she says. He’s stunned really, absolutely stunned. Maybe it’s the way how she looks fucking astonishing in anything she wears, unable to take his eyes off of her. Maybe it’s the way how he could never get tired of listening to her soothing voice, wanting to hear every fucking thought that leaves her mind. Or, maybe it’s the way she’s acting so perfectly normal, as if this was a normal trip with one of her good friends. Calum feels like his heart hadn’t stopped beating irregularly from the moment they arrived at the airport, and if she feels the same way as him too, she’s damn good at hiding it. 

“But if you don’t want to take the other route, that’s fine. I know it takes longer and - Cal? Hello?” She waves her hand in his face, causing him to shake out of his trance. “Sorry, alternate route, yeah?” 

– 

Three and a half hours later, Calum and Y/N make their way back to their hotel. It’s not too late in the day, only being eight o’clock, so they decide to make a quick pit stop for some food in the area. 

“Fuck, sushi just hits so different here,” She moans in contentment, picking up another piece of salmon sashimi. “I know it like, originates here and shit, but holy fuck, they put something in this.” Calum compliments the food sitting in front of him, his mouth stuffed with various rolls.

"The photos turned out so nice!" Y/N pauses for a moment at her dinner, taking her phone out and showing the hundreds of photos of her and Calum both. "I'll definitely be posting some of those. They look sick as fuck. You were right, the cherry blossom stair scenery was beautiful." He tells her, briefly swiping through the different photos of their hike.

"And the photos of Mount Fuji once we hit the top of the mountain! It literally looked like we could walk over towards it. I think we could hike up it if we really wanted to." She responds, shrugging her shoulders. "You think that we, Calum and Y/N, can climb up the entirety of Mount fucking Fuji?" He scoffs and laughs at her statement.

"Yeah, maybe not.. you were kind of gassed by the end of it. You were right, out of shape you are, indeed." She jokes around with him, resulting in him scoffing and jokingly putting a hand on his heart. "How rude!" The both of them laugh, continuing to munch on their dinner.

“So, what are we doing after this? We just gonna chill for the rest of the night at the hotel?” Y/N asks, before putting a piece of chicken karaage in her mouth. 

“I don’t know about you, but I would love to let loose tonight. After today, I think us ending up here calls for a celebration.”

“You wanna gain back all those calories we burned on that hike earlier today?”

“Who gives a fuck? We’re on vacation, Y/N!”

“You’re right. Let’s fucking do it.” 

A few hours and one too many drinks later, here the pair are, in the centre of the nightclub’s dance floor, Calum’s hands firmly gripping her waist and Y/N’s arms loosely wrapped around his neck, as The Weeknd’s Die For You blares through the background speakers. They’re having a good time, and even though they’re both not in the right headspace, they know that they won’t be regretting this night the morning after. Neither of them could admit that to the other, though. Not just yet. 

“The distance and the time between us, it will never change my mind, cause baby I would die for you!” Y/N happily sings along to the song as Calum laughs at her drunken state, swaying their bodies back and forth, then grabbing one of her hands and spinning her around. 

As the bridge approaches and the song slows down, Calum doesn’t know what’s taken over him. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or the absolutely stunning little black dress she’s wearing that looks like it’s made specifically for her, but the scenario he’s currently in is starting a pit of fire in his chest. He lowers his hands from where they were previously placed on her hips, now resting on the sides of her butt. He lowers his head so his lips just reach her ear, whisper-singing the words “I would die for you, I would lie for you, keep it real with you, I would kill for you, my baby,” into her ear.

Y/N’s grasp around Calum tightens, and she accidentally lets a whimper out of her mouth, whispering a quiet “fuck” afterwards. Not only Calum feels it now, but Y/N too, and he’s well aware of it. The liquid courage is doing the most for him, gaining an extreme amount of confidence as he smirks, having no shame in shifting his hand placement once more, giving her butt a light squeeze. “You okay with this?” He asks her in a low voice. She pulls him closer towards her, laying one of her hands on his chest and looking up at him, nodding lightly in response. “Words baby, need em,” He tells her, removing his hands and changing them back to her waist. She groans, taking his hands back and putting them where they were beforehand. “Yes, Calum,” She can barely reply, wanting nothing but his body closer to hers. She starts running her fingers through his curly hair, knowing damn well that that’s one of his weaknesses that she loves doing to him. “God, Y/N, you’re killing me,” Calum groans, moving one of his hands to cup one of her breasts softly, but subtly.

Y/N gasps at the action, grabbing the side of his neck and bringing his ear to her mouth. “Cal?” She asks, softly. “Yeah?”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

–

a/n: i wrote that last little bit to pluto projecter by rex and needless to say the contradicting moods of the song and the scene were... interesting.

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[wri0thesley]

Could I get some Gojo face sitting please 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 Maybe with a chubby reader?

fool for love - gojo x reader (2.25k)

gojo asks you to try something, and you can never say no to him. 

(warnings: nsfw, afab reader, fem pronouns (pet names). explicitly chubby reader, mentions of worries about weight/body. cunnilingus/facesitting)

Sometimes you think it’s a good job that you and Satoru Gojo are a couple; you’re absolutely certain that nobody but you would put up with him. You’re totally convinced that you’re the only fool in the world who sees his arrogant smirk and the thrust of his chin and the cocky set of his shoulders, listens to him go on and on about himself and about his work and about his strength, and wants to kiss him instead of kill him.

You do kiss him, coincidentally. A lot. Partly because when he’s kissing you, he’s not running his mouth – partly because the taste of his lips on yours and the feel of his hands on your waist, pulling you in, is addictive. You can’t get enough of him – and luckily, it seems that he can’t get enough of you either.

So when Gojo had thrown out this suggestion, casually, as if he was asking you what you two were going to order for dinner that night (you’ve never seen Gojo make anything more complicated than a ramen cup), it had not taken you long to agree.

Faced with it, though – Gojo situated on the bed, arm stretched over his head, grin on his face – you begin to wonder if maybe it’s such a good idea.

“Don’t back out on me now,” he says, the cocky grin not leaving his face. “I’ve been dying to taste you for hours.”

You shift uncomfortably on the other side of the bed, suddenly horribly aware of the curves of your body. No matter how Gojo’s words send a thrill through you – you know from experience he’s good with his tongue – you can’t deny that you’re a little afraid.

It’s easy to forget the difference between the two of you when he’s got you pressed underneath him on the mattress, cock plunging in and out, mouth hungrily kissing every patch of skin he can get at. When Gojo looks at you with his hair falling in his face and his eyes like starlit galaxies, you feel beautiful – but you’re not sure if you’ll feel quite the same way straddling his face.

He sees the way you bite your lip, the anxiety beginning to show in your gaze – and Gojo softens. You see him like this rarely (he’s proud more than he’s caring), but he’s shown this side of him to you every so often, when something has made you draw in on yourself. One of his hands wraps around your bare shoulders, pulling you to face him.

“Hey, doll,” he says, pressing his nose against yours affectionately. “What’s got you pouting, huh?”

“I . . .” You swallow. You feel so embarrassed admitting it! Gojo has never said anything about your body beyond how much he loves having your hips to hold onto, how he loves your thighs wrapped around his waist, how soft and warm you are tangled up beside him in bed – but your insecurities always seem to flash back up at the most inopportune of moments. “I’m just . . .” You blink, biting your lip. Your voice comes out in a soft breath. “I’m worried I’ll be too heavy.”

Gojo’s eyebrows draw in. You must have seen him without anything shading his eyes a hundred times now, when the two of you are in the bedroom, but you are still knocked back by just how pretty he is – the constellations in his irises, the fan of his white eyelashes against perfect skin. The expression makes his mouth jut out, so kissable that it takes your breath away.

“You’re not going to hurt me,” he says, as if the very idea is laughable. “I could lift you over my head right now--”

He reaches for you as if he’s going to do it, arms locking about your waist – the tension breaks as he effortlessly pulls you back, your body landing on top his. He doesn’t so much as let out a ‘whumph’ of air at the sensation of your body hitting his.

“I’m the strongest, remember?” There’s more than a note of swagger in his voice; he is so very proud of that accomplishment. You suppose he has every right to be.

“I guess,” you breathe, and he makes a soft harrumphing sound before his fingers twist into your hair, pulling you close to him to kiss you.

“You guess?” He sounds mock offended against your lips. “I guess that means I’ll have to show you exactly what I mean, huh?”

A nip at your lower lip; his hands roaming your bare back, stroking the curve of your ass and hips. Everywhere Gojo’s long fingers touch leaves a trail of fire behind, like he’s branding you with the pressure of his fingertips. You imagine them leaving glowing trails behind the colour of his eyes – but the coil of heat that they’re helping stoke, low in your belly, is more red than anything else.

“How’re you gonna do that?” You breathe against the softness of his mouth. He tastes like sugar; he always does. You can’t get enough of him, dizzy and breathless. You would gorge yourself on him if you could.

“Take a seat on your throne, princess,” he grins, letting his head hit the pillows hard. His pale hair spreads out all around him like a halo as he moves a hand from your hip to tap his mouth with his fingers. “And find out.”

You guess it would shut him up. Gojo’s mouth can’t keep moving if he’s got you occupying it. And you also can’t deny that the thought of it – riding his face – is more than half of the reason your inner thighs are slick with your arousal. Still . . . what if you really are too heavy for him?

Gojo murmurs your name softly – you meet his eyes again, and you see softness and tenderness reflected in them, despite the fact that his mouth is still shaped into a cocky smirk. You know if you say no, he probably won’t push you. But . . . you don’t want to say no. You push yourself up from his chest.

He’s still wearing his underwear, and you wonder if he can sense how damp you are where you briefly straddle him – because you can certainly feel how stiff he is, the outline of his cock pressing against silken boxer shorts (yeah, of course he’s a silk underwear kind of man – you’ve seen them countless times, but just how Gojo that particular detail of him is never fails to make you smile).

“Okay,” you breathe. “I hope you’re comfy.”

Gojo’s face splits into a grin as you move yourself, your knees suddenly either side of his face, his cheeks pressing against the softness of your thighs.

“Babe,” he starts to say, “I’m absolutely the com—mmppf--”

His gloating is cut off by you sitting on his face. The whisper of his breath across your heated folds as he’d spoken had been too tempting, your sex feeling like it was pulsing in time with your heartbeat – and so, you’d given in. Using your hands as leverage on the headboard of the bed, you’d sunk fully onto your knees and muffled Gojo’s words.

Oh, God.

Your mind blanks out at first, as Gojo’s tongue goes at you hungrily. For his first hungry licks at your core, he’s voracious – he seems to want to drink you up like fine wine. Gojo does not drink – you know this very well – but if he could get drunk on your slick, you think he’d already be unable to stand up. One of the hands on the headboard goes to tangle in the fluffy strands of his pale hair instead, and he looks up at you for a moment, pausing with the flat of his tongue pressed against the throbbing bud of your clit.

The sight of his eyes between your thighs almost pushes you over the edge there and then – looking down at him feels like tumbling down a rabbit hole, like you’ll never be able to pull yourself out of their lovely depths. He makes a soft noise against your folds that has you practically vibrating, your toes curling – and you realise it’s a question.

Maybe he’s asking you what’s wrong, maybe he’s asking you if you want to stop, but your mind is all hazy from the feeling of his mouth on you. So all you do is tug at his hair and gasp, your hips rolling forward against him to try and coax his tongue into flickering across your clit like you’re longing for it to do.

“Satoru,” you whimper, voice all thin and reedy like a prayer, and Gojo does not need any more encouragement than that to return to his work.

Gojo’s hands rest on your hips and even you feel small for a second, the length of his fingers and size of his palm almost overwhelming. There’s so much power in the way he holds you – so much strength behind the casual clench of his fingers into your plush. He keeps you anchored there as he uses the flat swathe of his tongue to lap at you all at once, briefly teasing your entrance before he twirls his tongue around your clit like someone licking whipped cream off of a fancy dessert--

He’s caught you watching him do exactly that out of the corner of your eye many times before, and grinned at you widely with a hungry murmur that he’ll devour you in exactly the same way if you want him too.

Does he not need to breathe?

You lose track of how long you’ve been sat on his face for. You can’t think of anything else with the warm, wet muscle of Gojo’s tongue teasing you. He thrusts it in and out of your entrance, making your entire body jerk and your walls try and cling to him, constrict around him. He flicks his tongue so fast over the bud of your clit that you can’t understand how he does it, it can’t be human to move that fast--

All through it, the tension tight in your stomach is getting hotter and tighter and needier, like a instrument's string being tuned to its breaking point.

You can barely breathe. There’s nothing but Gojo’s insistent lapping at your core, the thrust of his tongue in and out of your channel (has Gojo’s tongue always been so long? It feels just as good inside of you as his fingers always do, but different--). Your hips are rocking and grinding against his face against your will, your fingers twisting into his hair. You’ve lost your senses completely in the chase of your release, hovering tantalisingly close--

Gojo gives your clit one final, soft lap, the barest hint of his teeth against the hood and you burst into bloom for him like a flower. The string snaps and heat floods your body, Gojo’s name escaping you in a wail. Fireworks burst into being behind your eyelids.

Gojo’s tongue follows through, coaxing you through the soft, gentle aftershocks of your orgasm even as your thighs are trembling and your grip on the headboard is beginning to loosen. If it weren’t for his hands on your hips, you would probably fall forward and hit your head on the wall, passing out – but Gojo’s assessment of his strength wasn’t for naught, and your spent body is being pulled down so your heated cheeks are pressed against Gojo’s firm chest. You blink up at him in your exhausted, pleasure-drunk state--

The entire lower half of his mouth is dripping wet, glinting with your arousal and his own drool from how hungrily his tongue was going at you. But his eyes are as sharp as ever, drinking you in like you’re the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen – as if he can’t believe that you’d ever doubt yourself.

Nobody would believe you if you told them how Gojo gets, sometimes – if you told them about the smile-softened eyes and the softer words, the way he holds you like a precious treasure that might break at any moment. He leans down and strokes some hair from your eyes, almost lazy.

“I told you I was the strongest,” he says, and even though it’s a boast, his voice and manner is so soft that you barely register it. You’re smiling up at him like a fool. Maybe it’s foolish to love him as much as you do – but if it is, you don’t want to be clever. You don’t want to be anything but his, here, in his bed, sprawled out across him, lazy and sated.

You kiss the bit of his chest directly beneath your lips lazily, needing to express your affection for this arrogant, gorgeous, irrepressible (perfect) man.

He sighs at the contact, shifting – and you’re reminded of what’s currently lying beneath his own underwear, hot and needy and thick. It’s a testament to Gojo’s willpower he hasn’t mentioned it yet.

You smile at him. One more minute of relaxing on his chest – of having your hair played with, of getting to look at him . . . and then, you’ll see to that.

Gojo’s eyes are just as gorgeous when you’re knelt between his thighs as they are when he’s trapped between yours, after all.

[twst-the-night-away]

Nadya Comet

Nadya is a top-level gymnast from the Scalding Sands who has won medals in competitions all over Twisted Wonderland. She’s perky and bubbly, but she’s also strict with herself, and with others if she’s given charge over them. She’s looking forward to a little more freedom in her life now that she’s at NRC and her coach parents aren’t looking over her shoulder all the time. (But only in matters that don't pertain to gymnastics! She's still super serious about that.)

[ No official art yet! A few picrews are all I have so far. But I just couldn't wait to introduce my Scarabia girl! ]

Dorm: Scarabia

Grade/Class: Freshman/Class C

Birthday: May 31

Age: 16

Height: 155 cm/5’1”

Dominant Hand: Right

Homeland: Scalding Sands

Club: Cheer Squad (if there isn’t one, she’ll MAKE one)

Best Subject: Musicology

Worst Subject: Summoning

Hobbies: Remixing music, shopping for cute accessories

Pet Peeves: Strict teachers, cold weather

Favorite Food: Shakshuka

Least Favorite Food: Sweets

Talents: Rhythm, coordination, memorizing patterns

Physical Description: Short & shaggy dark red waves, with blond streaks and a tiny high ponytail. Brown eyes and skin. Petite build, but it’s still obviously athletic. She’s agile and flexible. Usually wearing a cheerful expression - almost never looks tired. 

Uniforms: Nadya wears her school uniform very sloppily. She doesn’t wear a jacket, but she usually ties her cardigan around her waist. Her collar is undone and her tie is loose. Her sleeves are rolled up to her elbows and she wears loose high socks. In PE, she wears the jumpsuit tied around her waist. Her PE suit is a little bit baggy, and she likes it that way. In Crewel’s classes, she wears her coat open, and her glasses are usually hanging around her neck. In her ceremonial robes, she wears her hood down, and a few buttons are undone on the shirt. She doesn’t like wearing tight things around her neck. She wears her dorm uniform properly, because she thinks it’s comfy, and she keeps the hood down.

Floyd’s Nickname: Dolphin

Rook’s Nickname: Mademoiselle bonheur (Miss Cheerful)

Special Magic: Bubble Dance - Nadya can create a ring of bubbles that temporarily traps someone. She’s hoping to get to where she can use it on multiple people at once.

Twisted From: A goldfish from Fantasia (she was originally going to be a merperson but that’s changed …)

Relationships

Changing as needed, but here’s what I know so far!

OC Friends: This space under construction! I do know she’ll get along really well with Mia (@twstinginthewind).

Canon Friends: Kalim, Cater, Deuce, Lilia, Ortho … she’s very friendly, so this space is under construction.

Respects/Admires: Jamil, Vil

Avoids: After book 3, she doesn’t want anything to do with Azul, Jade, or Floyd ever again!

Avoided By: Idia, Sebek (she keeps trying to recruit him to the cheer team)

Potential Ships: She doesn’t see herself getting into relationships yet. She’s too married to gymnastics. Maybe once she gets older.

Character Opinions

Housewarden: Kalim’s lots of fun, and he’s really helpful towards all of his students. He was a big part of getting Nadya to relax and not stress out over her schedule when she first came to NRC. Kalim’s cheerful attitude that matches hers, and he’s always ready to party! He gets a little disappointed when she refuses a lot of the party snacks, though - but that disappoints her just as much. They look so good … 

Dormmates: Despite Kalim being housewarden, Nadya has always seen Jamil as being “in charge”. She’s a little suspicious of him, and those suspicions are founded when book 4 comes along, but she also doesn’t fault him that much after his reasons get back to her. She enjoys his cooking when she can eat it. He knows about her strict diet, so he does try to fix things that she can have as part of every meal. While her cheerfulness can get on his nerves, he does respect her self-discipline when it comes to matters dealing with gymnastics. (He wishes she could have it in other parts of her life …)

Clubmates: Nadya either joins or starts the Cheer Club, which isn’t canon, and whoever ends up in it will be in for some serious training! She has her eye on people she wants to recruit for it. She thinks Sebek would be a great fit, since he’s so loud! (Also, if the Pop Music Club ever wants to work with a DJ, she knows a lot about remixing music since she’s been putting together mixes for her gymnastics routines forever. She can even do the old-school vinyl DJing for a retro sound.)

Crowley: She just thinks he’s funny.

Trein: Ugh, so stern and serious. His classes are a snoozefest.

Crewel: Loves him in theory - his fashion sense is on point. But his class is hard.

Vargas: Silly coach, don’t you know you can be strong in all kinds of ways? It’s not all about being a big muscle-brain!

Sam: She loves looking around his shop, and he’s so friendly! It’s fun to go see him.

History

Nadya is the only child of a comfortably middle-class family in the Scalding Sands’ biggest city. Ever since she was able to move on her own two legs, she spent her playtime running, jumping, tumbling and flipping. It was a little difficult getting her to settle down - it still is, now and then. Seeing gymnastics on TV made Nadya want to do that, so as soon as she was old enough, her parents signed her up for lessons. It became clear very soon that Nadya had a natural talent for it, and by the time she was eight, she had her own coach.

Nadya’s coach was once a top-level gymnast like her. She has permission to come to NRC three times a week to go over training with her in the gym. Anyone watching Nadya train can see that her personality is different when she’s at work. She’s quieter and more serious, but this is mostly because when she’s training, she’s in the zone.

Her parents are worried about her slacking off when she’s out from under their watchful eyes, so she has to report to them every day. She doesn’t consider this strange - it’s like a job.

People looking at Nadya’s situation from the outside might worry that she’s being abused. She doesn’t see it this way. Her dream requires hard work, and she’s grateful that her parents are letting her follow it and keeping her accountable.

The worst thing that they did was when she was much younger, during a phase where all she wanted to eat was sweets. Her mother began making sweets for her to eat at home, but she would put something in them that made Nadya feel a little sick to her stomach. After enough of this conditioning, Nadya started avoiding sweets on her own. She has a suspicion nowadays that her parents did something, but she still can’t bring herself to eat sweets. The thought makes her nauseous.

Actions During the Story

Prologue: Finally, something to liven up this boring old ceremony! Nadya thought it was funny - until Grim set everything on fire, including her housewarden.

Book 1: Nadya didn’t know why the Heartslabyul kids just didn’t follow the rules and do what Riddle said. That’s how she’s always gotten by, and it’s worked for her! Still, she did realize it was getting a little out of hand when she heard about Riddle’s more … specific laws.

Book 2: Nadya asked Crowley if she could form a cheer squad to perform at the Spelldrive tournament, but she couldn’t get one together in time. She learned how hard it is to get NRC students to work together. She’s heard that kid from Ramshackle is pretty good at that. Maybe she’ll recruit them next time and see if they can help.

Book 3: Nadya’s parents were starting to wonder if she should be homeschooled instead, so they could have better supervision over her. She begged them to let her stay at NRC if she did well on her exams. In desperation, Nadya signed a contract with Azul, and ended up getting anemone’d. She was able to hide it from her parents, but her coach found out when she showed up for training and couldn’t find Nadya. They found her being forced to work at the lounge. She begged her coach not to tell her parents. Although she wasn’t very sympathetic to Nadya’s situation, the coach agreed not to say anything - for a while. Fortunately, Azul’s contracts were broken before word could get to her parents what happened, and they let her stay at NRC, none the wiser.

Book 4: When Nadya told her parents she wasn't allowed to come home over winter break, they thought it might be a good thing - after all, her grades could use some work. Since she's used to strict coaching and training, she didn't mind as much when Kalim started running his students ragged - but she was concerned because it was such a change of personality for him. She started really getting confused when she noticed him going back and forth between personalities. When Jamil started controlling all the members of her dorm and making them fight the Ramshackle & Octavinelle team, Nadya landed wrong after being hit, and injured her knee badly. She didn't have time to be scared when Jamil overblotted - she was in pain and absolutely livid, and it was all she had to not start cheering when he was taken down. After all, a body is a gymnast's life, and when it's injured, it's a really big deal! She ... might have complained about the injury more than necessary to get him to feel bad about it afterwards. (It didn't work, but that didn't stop her.)

Book 5: Nadya's knee was still healing, so her coach told her that she couldn't audition for the SDC, even though she really wanted to. She was pouty and grumpy for a good bit of Book 5, especially because both Kalim and Jamil were away from the dorm a lot and things weren't run as well when they were gone. Still, when the SDC happened, she cheered the Night Ravens on as one of the loudest voices in the crowd, because she was proud of her dorm's representation in the group. She didn’t know much about Neige aside from “some famous guy”, but she thought his act was super fun and cute.

Why Scarabia?: Nadya needs to become more thoughtful about the situations she finds herself in. She’s too willing to accept things as they are, and not question what people in authority are saying or doing.

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Run Little Red (Namjoon x Reader)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Werewolf Namjoon, Stalking, Obsession, Forced Relationships, Blood (Lots of it), Gore, Fear, Panic/Anxiety, Discussions of discovering dead bodies, People going missing, Devious Intentions, Depictions of Guns, Mourning, Wolf Courtship Rituals

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

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Preview:  A calm life in a small village was all you ever knew, your days spent in the bakery and keeping to yourself. You liked the quiet and gentle nature of your life, but one day a wolf stands outside of your window, a stranger arrives, and people begin to go missing. Do you dare don your red coat and enter the forest?

A/N: Hello babes! My fellow authors and myself decided to change up the order of our release dates for our Forbidden Fables Collab! And, since I recently finished this little beauty, I get to release it first. yay! Now I can sit back and savor the delectable writings of my fellow authors 💜 I hope you enjoy Run Little Red it was fun to make! I can’t wait to read the comments and asks 💜

There was a wolf outside your window. 

It’s eyes gleaming in the early morning light like molten gold with silver fur that melted into the snow. 

You sat up in bed, wrapping your patchwork quilt around your shoulders as you scooted to the foot of the bed. It was staring at you, that much you were sure of. And that startled you, the almost human like appearance to its gaze was intense and unsettling. It was an animal, but it appeared to be far more intelligent than you had first anticipated. 

Maybe it was hungry, perhaps that was why it was so intent on peering through your window.

No, it certainly wasn’t, that was evident. What you had missed before was glaringly obvious now, its silver muzzle was stained in red. It had made a fresh kill before it had wandered over to your cottage mere feet from the woods. 

So, if it wasn’t hungry, why was it here?

You watched in morbid fascination as its tongue slipped out of its mouth and laved over the fresh, thick, crimson blood that decorated its muzzle. You could see the rows of sharp canines hidden within its maw for mere seconds before the wolf clenched its jaw shut and settled on its hindlegs in the drift of snow.

“My, what big teeth you have.” You whispered to yourself, your voice seemingly louder in the empty room.  

You couldn’t help but wonder what it had made it’s meal. Perhaps a deer, or a squirrel, maybe a bird, or even a small, innocent, little rabbit. 

That would have been ideal. But, you knew it was most likely one of the poor farmer’s livestock. Your village was small and self sufficient, rarely reaching out to its neighboring villages and rarely receiving visitors of its own. So, when the cattle and the goats began to disappear, only their entrails remaining, the town quickly became suspicious. 

It was either one of two things, rebellious teenagers making a hassle for everyone, or a wolf amongst you.   

If only you had known what was to come. 

You stared back warily out the window at the creature, suddenly realizing just how easily it could bust through your flimsy window if it wanted to. This wolf was probably the largest you had ever seen, it was almost the size of a pony, with long limbs that held thick muscle from the time it spent chasing down its prey. You were certain a simple snap of its jaws would kill you in an instant if it desired to do so. 

It’s gaze had not left you, petrifying you to your very spot. You felt like the two of you were playing a game, waiting to see who would be the one to make the first move. 

The call of your mother’s voice was the tie breaker. 

You rose to your feet, your bare skin brushing over the cool wood of the floor as you retreated through your door, back first. 

“Yes?” You replied, angling your neck to the hallway for a moment. 

“Hurry, sweetheart! You’re going to be late!” She called back from the kitchen. 

The bakery had been in your family for the past three generations now, starting with your grandfather, then your mother, and now you. Your mother was showing signs of her age now, her hands were unsteady and unreliable creating more of a mess than a sellable meal. So, it was your turn now. It was the only thing you could do for her, besides be married off and you weren’t quite ready for that. No one was. 

At least that was the gentle way of putting it, in reality you had made yourself quite the social pariah. You were a determined woman, one who liked to keep to herself, one who liked owning the bakery and not having to sign over the ownership to a husband. You had your mother to care for, a business to run, and a grandmother that lived deep in the woods to fret over. 

It didn’t really matter what you wanted, you did what was necessary to stay afloat. 

“Just a minute!” You called once more before slinking back into your room. 

There was a noticeable difference about the space now, the wolf was gone. The only sign he had ever been there being the large dip in the snow that his form had disrupted and a track of paw prints headed into the forest. How strange. 

You shook your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts, you didn’t want to think about what you would have to do if the creature returned. The shotgun looming over you from above the front door said enough.

You couldn’t allow a predator to get comfy around your home, that would only invite trouble into your life.

You dressed yourself quickly that morning in as many layers as you could. The walk to the bakery wasn’t a far one, but it was a frigid one. You made sure to wear your wool stockings and your leather boots, the snow looked to be thick and you didn’t fancy the idea of wet feet all day while you worked. 

You leaned over the side of your bed, scooping up your bag and throwing the keys inside of it in one motion. The extra sleep you had gotten the night before had cost you the time you needed in the morning to ready yourself. 

Once you gave yourself a quick look over and ran through your mental checklist, you rushed out of your room and into the main room of the house. Your house was more like a cottage, it was incredibly small. With only your mother’s room, your room, and the kitchen in one corner with the fireplace in the other it made for a quaint and cozy home. Albeit a cramped one. 

“Your breakfast is on the table.” Your mother said, smoothing a stray hair behind her ear with trembling hands. 

You could see her cleaning up the mess she had made that morning in an attempt to show you kindness. Normally, you were the one to wake early and prepare the both of you for the day ahead. But she had also told you many times before that she was your mother and she was supposed to take care of you as well. 

You eyed the bowl of steaming porridge that sat upon the rickety table. “I don’t think I’ll have the time to eat it.”

“Then you’ll make the time.” She huffed, wiping a wet rag over the counter in two swipes. 

“I shouldn’t have overslept.” You sighed, resting your bag on the floor as you took a seat. 

“You needed the rest, dear. You’re up every morning at the crack of dawn and you don’t come home until nightfall. You don’t need to work that much.” She chided you, smoothing her hands over your hair in a fond manner. 

“I do, for you and for Grandmother.” You reminded her. The cost of living was not cheap. 

“And what about you? You should be spending time with people your age, not working yourself to the bone.”

“I don’t need anyone but you, and Grandmother.” You smiled before sipping at your spoon quickly, hissing as you burned the tip of your tongue in your haste. 

“Youth is wasted on the young.” She chided under her breath, spurring a giggle from your throat. 

You finished your food as quickly as you could before excusing yourself from the table and heading for the door. 

“Your cloak, dear!” Your mother called as you pulled the door open, the chill of the snow seeping into your bones. 

“Yes, mother!” You chirped with an amused roll of your eyes as you curled your fingers around the crimson fabric of the cloak. Your grandmother had made it herself two winters ago, as much as you loved it and her you had to admit it was a tad ostentatious and you weren’t exactly one for attention. But it was warm and it served its purpose well. 

The door creaked shut behind you, squeaking softly as it settled back into the frame. The snow had fallen much higher than you had previously anticipated. You tightened the ties of your cloak and delicately flipped the large hood over your head before gripping your layers of skirts and hiking them up as you began your journey. 

It was rather slippery that day, you couldn’t restrain the slight squeals that fell from your parted lips each time the heel of your boot found a patch of ice and sent you sliding. You were certain you should have caught the attention of a few passerbys, but to your surprise a large group of them had become preoccupied. 

There were about fourteen of them, all in one great circle fervently discussing something. They seemed to be worried, panicked even. It had caught your attention now that the group was made up mostly of men excluding the butcher’s wife and daughter. Both’s cheeks were stained red, their eyes brimming with unshed tears as they held onto each other tight in the crisp air. 

Your face tensed in confusion as you approached the bakery, the group not too far away from you. 

“Oh, poor Sarah.” A tender voice cooed worriedly from next door. It was the tailor, she and her apprentice were stood outside, thick shawls wrapped around the both of them. 

You occupied yourself by rifling through your leather satchel, pretending to look for the shop keys you held in that very hand. You knew that eavesdropping wasn’t very polite, but you also were the curious sort, and that curiosity demanded to be satiated. 

“Don’t worry, miss. I’m sure they’ll find him soon, you know how the young ones are.” The apprentice said, her hand resting on the tailor’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort. 

“It’s not like William though, he’s a sweet boy. It doesn’t make any sense for him to go up and missing at the crack of dawn.” She replied, her dark eyes narrowing in suspicion. “I just find it funny is all, that a stranger shows up here the same day that Sarah’s boy disappears.”

“Coincidence isn’t evidence.” The apprentice hummed, pulling her shawl tighter around herself  as she began to back up against the shop door, aggravated by the chilly air. “I’m sure he’ll turn up, with a search party that size he’ll be back home in no time.”

With that, you finally retrieved your “missing” keys and unlocked the door, sliding into the safety of the bakery. You knew William as well, he really was a sweet kid...to most. Your heart did go out to Sarah though, you didn’t know the pain of a missing child but you could empathize. The sight of her broken face remained burned into your mind as you readied the shop, lighting the hearth and preparing your materials to start your first batch of bread for the day. Your late start was going to nip you in the behind, most of the women arrived by noon to get their first pick of goods and the two hours it would take to make your batches was going to loom over your head the entire time. 

You were mid kneading your dough when the familiar tinkle of the bell above the shop door demanded your attention. You paused for a moment, your aching arms thanking you for the short reprieve. Almost immediately your breath was caught in your throat. You had been expecting one of the regular mothers wandering their way in, or perhaps even one of their children running errands. Not this man that stood before you. 

This was most obviously the stranger the tailor had been referring to moments earlier, there was no mistake. Your village was small, everyone knew everyone and this stranger looked nothing like any of the people in your town. 

He was so much taller than anybody else, broader too. But most astonishing was his pure silver hair and the deep honey shade of his eyes. You had never seen anyone as young as him with hair that light, it surely wasn’t grey, the shade far too bright to be mistaken with something that dull. He was damn near ethereal and unfairly attractive. His looks had almost distracted you from his attire but now that you were paying attention, he was severely underdressed for the weather. He had to be freezing cold. 

“Hello, can I help you?” You asked softly, patting your hands against your apron to remove the excess flour from your skin. 

He had a rather confident stance, like he was the owner of the shop instead of you, you who was slightly cowering and thrumming with anxiety. 

He sent you a wide grin, his teeth were pearly white and for some unknown reason that sent your heart crashing into your stomach. You could have sworn they even looked slightly pointy at the ends, not unlike those of the creature you had seen outside your window that morning. You had almost been distracted by the sweet dimples that rested in his cheeks. What duality he had. 

He tilted his head back slightly, peering down at you from above, “Hm, I’m looking for something sweet.” He hummed. 

“Sweet?” You mumbled to yourself, resting your hand on your hip in thought.

“Oh! I made some sweet rolls yesterday, how about that?” You said with a snap of your fingers, retreating further into the shop without a response from him. 

Now in work mode you busied yourself with preparing the stranger’s order. You couldn’t help but wonder why he had arrived, what his reason for being there was. Barely anybody passed through your village, and they certainly didn’t stay as long as he had. 

Once you had retrieved the tray of rolls you set them on the counter before grabbing a pot of freshly warmed icing and gently drizzling it over top. Once each roll had been thoroughly coated, you set the pot aside and headed to the cupboard to retrieve a bag for them.  

“Perfect.” You sighed in irritation, craning your neck back to see the top of the shelf. 

Normally, you had endless amounts of bags and never needed the ones stored on the top shelf. But this winter had been far more difficult than past ones and your stock had not been refilled in quite a while. 

Desperately not wanting to search for your wooden stool, you stubbornly resorted to balancing on the tips of your toes, your fingers just barely brushing against the material of the bags. You groaned in frustration, bouncing up slightly only to knock the bags back further on the shelf and worsen the ache in your shoulder. 

Just as you were about to give up and resort to looking for your rickety stool, you felt a hand settle on your waist and a chest press against your back as the stranger reached up and grabbed the bags for you. He was incredibly warm, so warm you thought he may even be sick. He felt as warm as the heat emanating from a fire of fresh coals and that was incredibly alarming, but also explained his state of dress.

You flinched in surprise as you felt him set the bags aside and settle his other hand on your shoulder. It was deathly quiet, the only sounds being his slow, steady breaths underlying your panicked ones accompanied by the calm rise and fall of his chest against your back. You had never been this close to anyone before, it was incredibly uncomfortable. 

You felt much like a rabbit, cornered, panicking, and believing that if you stayed still enough he wouldn’t see you and would go away. 

He gently rested his forehead against your hair, nuzzling from side to side before reaching up and playing with a stray strand. You could feel him taking a deeper breath this time, humming softly like he was pleased. 

“Sweet.” He mumbled to himself. 

Oh. Oh, no. Who did this man think he was? You were not on the menu. You shuddered in fear before jerking away, smacking his hands off of you. 

You turned on your heel, backing away from him as you fixed him with an annoyed glare. The look he gave you was one of clear confusion, a layer of hurt and frustration buried beneath. 

“I’m not sure how things work where you come from, but normally you ask for permission before you go touching someone you don’t know.” You huffed, slamming the empty bag on the counter as you began to package the rolls. 

It didn’t matter if he was attractive or not, you were not going to let him touch you as he pleased or get the wrong message that you weren’t even conveying in the first place. 

The stranger rounded the counter, the block of wood effectively separating the two of you, making you feel a little safer. His eyes looked darker than before, less like honey and more like amber. 

His confident demeanor had returned, effectively confusing you even more. 

“Forgive me,” He said, another smile gracing his lips as he rested his forearms on the countertop, “It seems we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot? My name is Namjoon, and yours?” 

So, he did have the capability to be somewhat of a gentleman. He was rather well spoken, and his strange mannerisms and quiet demeanor had all but disappeared in a flash. 

So, begrudgingly, you replied with your name. 

He repeated it after you, his tongue swiping over the full flesh of his lower lip like he was tasting it, sending a chill down your spine. 

“I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, you were correct in assuming where I come from we do greetings a little differently.” He said with a soft chuckle, his amber eyes tracing every movement you made. 

You did feel a little bad now for how you had lashed out at him. Normally, you weren’t one who was quick to anger, but that still didn’t excuse what he had done. 

“It’s alright,” You said, slowly, “You need to be more careful though, if that had been anyone else I don’t think you would have gone unscathed.” 

“Are most of your people so quick to violence?” He asked, titling his head slowly, a strong sense of intrigue exuding from his form. 

“I wouldn’t say so normally, but we’re all a little on edge as of late. Our livestock has been attacked and just this morning one of us went missing.”

“Missing?” He asked, a new glow to eyes. 

“Yes, I’m afraid so. The butcher’s son hasn’t been seen all day, it’s very unlike him.” You said, your teeth sinking into your lower lip, unsure if you should tell him more. But, considering it concerned him you felt maybe it was in his best interest to tell him. 

“If I were you, I wouldn’t stick around for too long. Some find it suspicious you turned up the same day that William went missing.” 

“And what if I don’t feel like leaving just yet?” He asked, disregarding the information you had just given him as if he had no reason to be worried. 

You had no answer for him, truly you didn’t. The packaged rolls sat between the two of you and a long stretch of silence as he stared at you and waited for a response that didn’t come. And, without another word, he dropped a few too many coins on the counter, gathered up the bag, and headed for the front door. 

He stopped for only a moment, his fingers gently stroking at your red cloak you had hung up beside the door. His amber gaze trailed over each stitch as he lightly grazed the material a few more times. 

“I’ll be seeing you soon, little red.” 

~~~~~~~

After he had left, your day had not gotten any easier. Just as you had expected, it had been another busy day. You had managed to satisfy all of your customers, despite that late start you had made. 

There were a few upsides to the job you had, one being that it allowed you to tune into any gossip you would normally miss out on. You were more of a hit with the older women of the village, the people your age finding you to be a tad strange and off putting. 

That day your shop had been filled with hushed whispers of what had come to pass, the search party still had not returned from their trip to recover William. The outlook was not in the boy’s favor, not with the increase in predator activity you had been receiving as of late. You weren’t so sure you would be seeing William walking back into town any time soon. 

Once the day had come to an end, the sun dipping just below the tree line and casting shades of red over the snow, you had extinguished the lights of your shop and were locking up, your hood drawn over your head. That was when you found out the horrible truth. 

As you slid the shop keys into your bag and turned on your heel, you saw the search party emerging from the woods. And with them, you could see a blanketed form lying in the snow, the sheet swaddling the body slowing turning red. 

You swallowed harshly, turning as quickly as you could and beginning to make your way through the snow and away from what you knew was coming. You didn’t want to see the look on Sarah’s face, you didn’t want to watch her go boneless in the arms of her husband. But it didn’t matter what you saw or didn’t see, you would never forget the sound of her screams piercing the crisp, snowy air.

Your breath was visible in hot puffs in front of your face as you felt the burn of tears beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes. It didn’t matter if you didn’t care for William, it didn’t matter if you knew what he was really like, there was nothing quite like the sound of a mother’s heartbreak. It was enough to send anybody down to their knees. 

Your numb fingers wiped away the warm tears rushing down your cheeks, and amidst your blurry vision you could have sworn you saw a familiar figure slinking off into the woods, a flash of silver hair that just barely materialized. You could have sworn that that was Namjoon disappearing like a ghost into the frigid depths of the forest. 

You shook your head, you shouldn’t bother yourself with what he was doing, your main goal should be getting home before the sun completely dips below the horizon and plunges you into darkness. So, with that thought, you rushed home. 

Once you entered the cottage, things didn’t get any better. Your mother was stood there, waiting anxiously for your arrival. As soon as you had stepped foot inside she whipped the door shut and helped you remove your cloak as you toed your boots off. 

“No more working late, do you hear me?” She said, gripping your shoulders to get you to look at her. “It’s not safe out there.”

“Word travels fast then?” You asked humorlessly. 

“It’s a shame what happened to that boy, and I’ll be damned if that happens to you.” She replied sternly. 

“And what about Grandmother then? What do we do about her? She’s out there, all alone, with no one to protect her.”

“She has the lumberjack-”

“And he only checks on her every two weeks.” You interrupted, “Let me go out tomorrow and bring her back to us. I’ll go first thing in the morning.”

Your mother bit her lip, her hands shakily settling on her hips as she thought to herself. “I’ll go with you then.”

“No, you can’t possibly think you’ll be able to make the trip. The snow is thick and it’s a long walk there, you’ll exhaust yourself. It’ll be better if I go, faster too.” You said as you approached the fireplace, raising your hands to the flames to warm them. 

“And your grandmother, you think she’ll be able to make it back through the snow?” She probed, raising her eyebrow. 

She had a point, if you were saying she wouldn’t be able to make it there how would you expect your grandmother to make it back with you? 

You rested your hand on the back of your neck, pacing the floor and causing your layers of skirts to swirl around your ankles. You came to a sudden stop, your eyes settling on the shotgun that was mounted above your front door. Idea.

You didn’t like the thought of her being out there all alone, but if you knew she had something to protect her from the wild animals that would make you feel much better. 

“Alright, what if I bring her some supplies instead? I’ll grab some things that’ll last her a good while and I’ll show her how to use the shotgun. I’ve saved up some money of my own, I could purchase us a new one.” You mused out loud.

You loved your grandmother, she was the last living member of your father’s side of the family, she was the only connection you had to him at this point. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing her just yet, not when you could prevent it from those creatures that were beginning to terrorize your people. 

Your mother was silent once more, her thumb settled between her lips as she nervously chewed at the nail. She didn’t like the idea of you headed out into the woods alone, but she was comforted by the thought of you taking the shotgun with you, that much you were certain of. 

“We don’t know when the next storm will hit, and the last thing we need is for her to be stuck out there, all alone, with no food, surrounded by the wild. Let me go.”

And that was enough to break her resilience. 

“Promise me, promise me that you’ll come back.” She whispered, her body visibly sagging as those words left her lips. 

“It goes without saying.” You murmured, wrapping her up in your embrace. 

It was easier this way, you didn’t want to make a promise you had no certainty in keeping. 

The air in the cottage had lost all tension, everything was much calmer than before. But your peace could only last for so long. It was when you entered your bedroom that you realized something else was wrong.

The room was positively frigid, and upon further inspection you realized that your window had been pried open, the cold winter air surging forth and snuffing out any traces of heat. 

You surged forward and grasped the window, attempting to swing it shut as quickly as you could to try and insulate whatever warmth was left. But the thick scent of copper quickly stalled your movements. Instead of closing the window, you found yourself leaning forward into the brisk air, sniffing intently as you tried to make out where the scent was emanating from. You didn’t have to look far.

Your hands sealed themselves over your mouth, smothering the scream that threatened to break through them. 

Sitting in the snow where the wolf had once laid, was a human heart. The snow seemed to sizzle around it, the organ still warm and slick with blood that carved rivers and valleys into the pure ice. 

You could feel bile rising up your throat, your vision shaking so violently it made it appear that the heart was vibrating with steady pumps like it was still alive. 

And, to your horror, you could make out a form a few feet back in the snow. The only thing that was visible in the pitch black were it’s molten gold eyes, shining back at you in recognition before it scuttled away into the darkness.

You frantically slammed the window shut and drew the curtains closed tight. 

There was no mistake now, someone or something had been following you. 

~~~~~~~

When you awoke the next morning from a restless sleep, you elected to keep your discovery to yourself.

Although you were incredibly frightened by what you had seen, the last thing you needed was to scare your already frail mother. Your grandmother was still in need of assistance, and you couldn’t allow your mother to halt your plans. You had a mission to accomplish, and you were set on completing it with a shotgun slung over your arm and a picnic basket on the other. 

So, you shakily grasped your red cloak and wrapped it around your shoulders in haste, your fingers struggling to do up the ties at the base of your throat. Once you had completed the normally easy task, you slipped your basket onto the inside of your elbow and pulled down the shotgun from its resting place above the door. 

You regularly cleaned it, a task your father had enjoyed teaching you at a young age, so you were certain it wouldn’t jam if you needed to use it in a hurry. You slid a box of ammunition into your pocket, one for you, and another box into the picnic basket, one for your grandmother. 

And then you were off, bidding your mother goodbye with a hug and a swift kiss to her cheek, and an unspoken promise tittering on the edges of your lips saying that you would be home for supper. But those words were better left unspoken. 

The sun was just barely peeking through the thick clouds overhead, you were certain a blizzard was brewing. This only urged you to move quicker through the cleared paths. 

But the clouds weren’t the only foreboding message that morning, it was the mother’s wailing in the town square. There were three more now, holding each other in a comforting manner as they wept into each other’s shoulders. 

More children had been snatched from their mothers.

Sarah sat by herself, of her own volition, an obsidian mourning veil obscuring her tear stained features. A chill ran down your back as you urged yourself to walk by them quicker, she looked more like an executioner than she did a mourner, surrounded by a choir of weeping women. 

You could still hear the echoes of her cries in the back of your mind, the raw chords striking your ears once more. 

You tightened your grip on the strap of your shotgun, your pace slowing as you reached the bridge that led you into the forest. You felt like you could breathe now, despite the knowledge that people your own age had lost their lives in the thick overgrowth before you. The relief that you felt from the women in the square outweighed your fear.

The bridge creaked in protest as your boots tapped against the wood. It would need to be repaired come spring. 

“Little red!” A voice called from the treeline causing you to suddenly stop, snow kicking up beneath your boots. 

Moments later, a familiar figure emerged from the frost coated trees, tall, ash hair, and honey eyes. Namjoon. 

“Where are you off to, little red?” He cooed, his voice low with a sultry edge that sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t tell if they were delighted or terrified chills. 

“My grandmother’s, what are you doing here?” You asked, your body tense and defensive. 

He drew nearer now, a wide grin gracing his lips with a set of teeth so white they resembled the snow beneath your boots. The closer he got the more you noticed about him. His perfect white teeth seemed a little sharper than most, and the clothes he wore were once more, not suited for the frigid weather. 

“I caught sight of this old thing,” He hummed, his finger tracing over your cloak and the strap of your shotgun as he slowly circled you, “And couldn’t help but see you.”

You stepped back hesitantly, his presence was unnerving. Without saying anything more you pulled away from his reach and began to walk by him briskly, headed into the woods. 

“Leaving so soon? We only just met.” He laughed, it would have been a nice contagious laughter had you not heard the bitter edge to it. 

“I’m afraid I don’t have the time to dawdle, Namjoon. I need to reach her before the storm hits.”

“Well then, won’t you let me accompany you?”

“I don’t need an escort, I know my way just fine, thank you very much.” 

“And what about the beasts then?” He asked from beside you, sending you halting to a stop. 

“Beasts?” You asked slowly, gazing up at him from beneath the cover of your hood. 

“Well, surely you know?” He asked in a patronizing tone, his honey eyes narrowing. “Four people from your village have gone missing, red. Surely you know that wasn’t an accident. Great beasts have roamed this forest for centuries and they don’t take kindly to intruders. It would be much safer if I came with you.”

You stood there for a moment in silence, contemplating his words. He was not wrong, two people were much safer than just one. 

So, begrudgingly, you accepted his offer. 

His hand quickly captured your own, his fingers intertwining with yours as he pressed his side tightly to your own with a grin. How bold. You were struck once more by the fact that he was incredibly warm, it was no wonder why he wasn’t bundled up like you were. It felt like he had struck a fever. 

Namjoon filled the silence between the two of you surprisingly well, telling you stories of the great beasts that roamed the woods, effectively scaring you and holding your attention. He had a way of speaking that drew people in, like a siren from the stories your father had read to you. 

It was easy to forget with him, easy to forget why you had been frightened in the first place, easy to sink into his side as his warmth seeped into your flesh, and easy to get lost in his voice. 

That was of course, until you felt him pulling you off of the path. 

You dug your heels into the snow, tugging at his hand violently. “Namjoon!”

“Yes?” He asked.

“What are you doing? Her cottage is this way, we stay on the path, we never leave the path.” You said, gesturing towards the dirt pathway beneath the two of you. 

That was a spoken rule in your village, never go off of the path. 

“That’s ridiculous,” He chuckled, “If we continue the way you were going, that doubles the time it takes to get there, it’s better we take the shortcut.”

“No.” You sternly said. 

“And why not?”

“Because, there’s predators out there! Mountain lions, bears, wolves!”

A mischievous smirk pulled at the corners of his lips, “Are you scared of wolves, little red?”

“I’m scared of anything that wants to eat me.” You replied with a dry tone. 

“Well you do smell very sweet-”

“Namjoon!”

He took a deep breath, his eyes darting between you and the shortcut. “I promise you, nothing will hurt you while I’m here. Besides, did you know some flowers bloom in the winter?”

“What? You can’t be serious.”

“I am, there’s a field of flowers this way, all different breeds that bloom in the dead of winter. Don’t you think your grandmother would enjoy those?” 

You chewed at your lip uneasily. He knew exactly what to say to make you question your own actions. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to see what he was talking about, and you knew that yes, your grandmother would be elated by something so cheery in the bleak winter months. 

So, after a few moments of consideration, you agreed.

And Namjoon had not been lying. After a few minutes of trekking through the deep snow the two of you emerged into a clearing, and just like he said, it was filled with flowers of all different breeds. 

You found yourself crouching down into the field, your fingers trailing over each velvety petal that had somehow found a way to survive in the clutches of an icy death. Your favorites were the deep red roses. They were a dead match for your cloak, a beautiful color that was delicately dusted with soft flakes of snow. 

You couldn’t help but greedily pluck several blossoms from the foliage, slipping them into your basket. 

And, amidst your excitement, you hadn’t noticed just how close your companion had gotten until you felt him. That incredible warmth had returned as he crouched down behind you, and just like he had in the bakery, you felt him lightly nuzzling your head and breathing in your scent as he pressed himself closer to you, his arms winding around your body in an attempt to pull you even tighter to him. 

You froze, your finger mid pull on the rose’s stem causing you to slice the appendage on a stray thorn. You hissed in pain as you watched the blood drip from the tip of your finger before rolling down your wrist and carving a pool into the snow beneath you. 

And, without a thought, Namjoon’s hand encircled your wrist and yanked it up to his face. 

His once honey eyes appeared brighter than before, his long lashes fluttering as his warm breath misted over your skin. And before you could stop him, he licked a line up your wrist, collecting the blood, and pressed your finger to his lips swiping his tongue over the wound. 

You yelped in surprise, wrenching your hand free from his grip as your heart pounded violently. You rose to your feet and stumbled backwards through the snow. 

Namjoon remained where he was crouched, a sudden hunger evident in his honey gaze, a gaze that was not so unfamiliar. 

“We-we need to go!” You stuttered, turning on your heel and retreating from whatever had just happened. 

You held your hand close to your chest as you walked, frightened by what had just transpired. A part of you suddenly wished you had made your journey alone as you had previously intended.

But the harsh crunch of snow behind you reminded you of the choice you made, and the molten glare digging into your back exemplified it. 

~~~~~~~

The rest of your journey was made in complete silence, a new tension had settled between the two of you. And, true to Namjoon’s word, the way he had taken you was indeed a shortcut. So, you felt no remorse as you sprinted toward the cottage ahead of you and threw a weak thank you over your shoulder. 

You couldn’t stand the awkward tension anymore, you couldn’t stand being in his presence any longer than you needed to. 

As soon as you approached the front door, you threw it open and let it shut behind you. You leaned against the door for a moment to catch your breath before you shrugged the shotgun off of your shoulder and strung it up on the hook beside the front door. 

“Grandmother!” You called as you began to approach the kitchen door, “I’m here!”

And upon opening it, a blood curdling scream broke free from your lips. 

The sight before you could only be described as a massacre. Your hands desperately tried to cover your eyes, but the damage had already been done. There was blood, so much blood amongst other things laid out atop the counter. 

You fell backwards, your body sliding down the wall as hoarse screams raked through your throat. The unmistakable scent of blood was thick in the kitchen sending your stomach churning in your gut. You knew that scent, it was clear as day whatever had remained in that room had once been human. 

“Sweetheart?” A familiar voice called out to you. 

And upon opening your eyes, you saw your grandmother standing before you. The sudden feeling of elation surging through your body at the sight of her alive quickly died out. She wore a leather apron stained with blood, both fresh and old, and her hands were gloved. You quickly stood and began to back away from her, your sense of self preservation suddenly kicking in, your eyes zeroing in on the meat cleaver she held in her left hand. 

“Sweetheart, calm down.” She whispered softly, carefully setting the blade down on the counter beside the gorey mess. 

Your eyes were darting everywhere but her, panicked breaths leaving your parted lips. Your gaze finally settled in the corner of the room where a pile of clothing sat and a familiar axe. The lumberjack, she had murdered the lumberjack. 

“Why?” You cried, trembling as if you had been drenched to the bone. “Why did you do it?!” 

“I had too sweetie, I have to feed them.”

“Them? Who?” You asked, backing out of the kitchen as she followed your trail, her face soft with sympathy despite the flecks of blood that decorated her cheeks. 

“The wolves, of course. I made a deal with them long ago, if I fed them in the winter I could stay here.” She replied, her voice alarmingly calm. “The lumberjack was a sweet man but this winter was a rough one, not many travelers I’m afraid.”

“You’ve gone mad.” You whispered. 

“I know this is a lot to take in, but it’s best if you listen to me darling. Your grandfather was one of them, he courted me and then we had your father and your uncles. It’s always tricky with litters, you never know who is going to take after who. Your father though, he was the most human out of all of them. Poor thing couldn’t even shift.” She sighed, her eyes glazing over.

“You need help, you’re not well.” You tried again, doing your best to keep distance between the two of you.

“I know you’re a bit shaken up, but you need to listen to me, it’s in your best interest.” She sighed, untying the leather apron from around her waist. 

“That cloak you’re wearing, it’s a symbol that you’ve come of age and Namjoon has had every intention of courting you. He’s been rather obvious really, he’s becoming quite frustrated with you.” 

You suddenly became still, your mind flashing through every time Namjoon had ever touched the very item you were wearing. What she was saying, although deluded, had some semblance of truth. 

“I-I have to go.” You mumbled, your throat tightening from the copper scent and smell of flesh that hung heavily in the air. You needed to get home and far away from her before she killed you too. 

A deep sadness spread over her features as her head hung low, shaking from side to side. “Don’t run,” She breathed, “They find the chase seductive.”

All this time you had been slowly backing away from the person you loved the most, and now you had been stopped by the feeling of a solid form behind you. You quickly spun around, a shriek of horror escaping you as you met the bright, gold eyes of your escort, Namjoon. 

And, without thinking, you ran. 

Your cloak was fluttering behind you rapidly in the harsh, cold winds, the snow coming down thicker than it ever had before. And, to your absolute horror, a loud howl was echoing throughout the trees. 

You peered over your shoulder as you sprinted to the best of your ability through the snow drifts. The wolf that had sat outside your window days before had returned and was chasing you down. Now that there was nothing separating you from the creature you were terrified, it was massive and hunting you down. It had the clear advantage, you were inevitably going to die. You were never going home again, another child was going to be ripped from their mother. 

Tears were pouring down your cheeks like waterfalls as you blindly ran, unsure as to where you were going. You knew that you didn’t have time, four legs were faster than two and you were greatly impaired by the weather. 

With no goal in mind, no destination in sight, you ran in hopes you would be able to live for a little longer. You did your best to weave between the trees, slide down hills of snow, and keep running for your life. Your lungs burned and your legs ached but still you ran, even as you heard the loud steps of the wolf coming nearer and nearer.

And, just as you had lost all hope, an outcropping of rocks became visible at the base of a snowy hill. And with every intention to save your life, you recklessly threw yourself down the hill allowing gravity to take over for you. 

The second you felt yourself cease rolling, you rose to your unsteady legs and dizzily stumbled into the cluster of rocks, pulling yourself into the shelter away from the blizzard.

But your hope was fleeting as you came to a realization. The shelter was a den, one that had clearly been in use. It was littered with furs, blankets, books, and materials for a fire. The creature had been corralling you to this very location. 

You turned as another burst of adrenaline shot through your body only to be stunted by the sight of the silver wolf blocking the exit to the den. 

It’s bright eyes stared back at you with a gleam of satisfaction as it crouched down, shimming it’s way into the den and backing you up further into its depths. 

You watched, horrified, as the wolf began to whimper, it’s body shaking violently as the sound of bones beginning to snap and crunch echoed throughout the space, reforming and distorting themselves into vaguely familiar shapes as it’s fur began to melt away. 

Those bright golden eyes faded to a recognizable honey shade, and the silver fur disappeared and showed itself as ashen hair. On the floor of the den sat Namjoon in the place of where the powerful wolf had once stood. 

He carefully rolled his head from side to side, his neck cracking loudly in response as he rose to his feet. A mischievous smirk pulled at his lips, a triumphant gleam to his eyes as he confidently approached your trembling form. 

A broken cry escaped from your throat as you felt him press his forehead to your own, lightly nuzzling his head against yours. His strange behavior now made sense, he had been courting you in a way that was unfamiliar to you, but natural to him. 

All of the people that had gone missing were male’s your age, he had been wiping out the competition. 

And the bloody organ he had left outside of your window, had been a horrific present. A show of his dominance and his twisted affection. 

You were crying uncontrollably now, everything you had experienced suddenly crashing down on you. You flinched in terror as you felt his fingers grip your jaw, his lips just brushing against your own and he hummed happily.

“You have nowhere left to run, little red.” 

[venusiangguk]

gold rush | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 5k+

>>warnings: oral (m/f), fingering (f), phone sex, normal sex, explicit sex, slapping tits, slapping, crying, degrading, dirty talk, all the sex stuff, jks a lil mean and condescending but it’s very cool and sexy

>>notes: hello! this is my first post on here :) it’s part of a longer scenario i’m just seeing how it’s received before posting the full length version~~

>>summary: jk comes back from a weekend away and he wants to show you just how much he missed you. 

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

It’s a Saturday night and you’re laying in your boyfriends dorm room bed by yourself. You’re bored and alone because Jeongguk had an away tournament that was far enough to warrant a hotel for the weekend. Typically you would have tagged along like many of the students at your university, but you had had a test on Friday that you couldn’t miss. Which is why you found yourself wrapped in one of his t shirts, under his blanket scrolling absently through your phone not really paying attention to anything much, just going from app to app.

Due to the lack of anything better to do, you boredly slipped your hand under the waist band of your panties. Not particularly horny... just passing the time you would say. You casually ran your fingertips over your smooth lips before yanking your hand out, being struck with an idea. You quickly type a text to Jeongguk.

you :

hi

i’m touching myself rn

Short sweet and to the point. You nibble on your lip as you see the typing bubble pop up not even 5 seconds after it says ‘delivered’.

koo 🥴:

hi

pics ? 🥺

You roll your eyes. Two years of dating and that’s still how he responds.

you :

no way

wyd rn ??

koo 🥴:

:(

why not

i’m at dinner w my team

jimin and tae say hi

-insert pic-

You smile at the pic your boyfriend took of his friends. You were pretty close to all of the team but more so Taehyung and Jimin, seeing as you and Jeongguk would go on double dates with the couple quite often.

you:

tell them i said hi and that they should kiss 😌

Immediately he responds.

koo 🥴:

they said only if u send me pics 😌

You laugh before snapping a selfie to send to him.

you:

you didn’t even ask them but ok 🙄

koo 🥴:

ur in my shirt while jerking off ?

😩 🤌 🏻

pics PLASE

PLEASE**

You giggle and you’re about to respond when you get a facetime call from him.

“You’re so impatient,” You scold. From the looks of it, he’s in a bathroom stall.

“And you’re so mean.” He pouts. “Lemme see ‘em.”

You think about being annoying and making him wait more, but he looks so handsome and hopeful that you just can’t bring yourself to tease much. You grab the bottom of his loose t shirt and pull it up and tuck it under your chin. The cool air of the room makes your nipples harden and you grab one of your tits in your free hand and squeeze and shake it gently. “These?” You ask sweetly.

His eyes are hooded and he subconsciously runs his tongue over his lips before biting the plump bottom one softly. He’s blushing when he says, “Mhmm, they’re so pretty. Will you lick them for me, baby?”

You groan. “You know I hate doing that.”

He swallows, and fusses with his hair for a second before his hand goes out of frame again. “I know it just- makes me so hard, I love watching you do it. You don’t have to though.”

You sigh and grip under your boob, and do your best to get your nipple to your mouth. They aren’t small but at the same time they aren’t the biggest so its kinda tough, but if you really try you can get it done. Once you swirl your tongue around your nipple, you hear a soft moan come from your phone speaker and you feel it go straight to your pussy. You suck on your nipple a little more before pulling off with a loud pop!

“Are you hard?” You ask, a slight shake to your voice as you get more and more turned on. He nods. “Are you touching?” He nods again. “Show me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his sweater up and holds it between his teeth so you can see his toned stomach as well as the bulge in his pants. He runs his hand over it, toying with the tip some, making soft muffled noises fall from his lips. His stomach tenses a little bit.

You put your hand down your panties again, and tease a little at your clit. “You look so good, I wish you weren’t so far away...” You whine quietly.

Jeongguk groans and brings his face back into view. “I know, baby. I can’t even stay here with you to help or coach will get suspicious. We are supposed to be team bonding before the final game tomorrow.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve got to will this boner away and go back out there.” He sounds like it pains him as much as it pains you to finish off alone.

“Take it out really quick, just for a second,” You say quickly before he goes.

He scowls playfully. “I really can’t stay, so just a little.”

You lick your lips and nod quickly, rubbing your fingers on your clit a little faster.

He gets the angle right and unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock out just enough for him to stroke up and down. He groans once he gets a hand around himself at the same time that you let out a high pitch moan.

Jeongguks cock is so pretty. It’s fat and plump and pink. Shiny at the tip where he’s already leaking. He always gets so wet for you, just like you get wet for him. His hand wrapped around himself is truly a sight. His long slender fingers moving up and down before the whole hand grips around his girth. He’s thick and long and the thought of him filling you up makes you whine and your pussy pulse.

“Are you touching yourself baby?” He whispers.

You nod. “Yes, yeah... please come home. Right now.”

He hums on a laugh. “Show me how wet that pretty pussy gets for me.”

You swirl your fingers around your wetness before bringing the glistening digits up into view of the camera. He groans and his head falls back before putting the camera back down to his cock to show you how fast he’s stroking.

“You get that wet for me even though I’m miles and miles away? How slutty baby... How do you taste hmm? Sweet like when I last tasted you just a couple of days ago?”

You’re just about to suck your fingers into your mouth for him when you hear a door open through your phone speaker.

“Kook? It’s time to stop jerking off and participate in the bonding activities, Captain .”

You can tell from the deep voice that it’s Taehyung that came to get him. You giggle quietly.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming give me a minute.” He says through the bathroom stall. He sighs, and gives you a playful eye roll like he’s exasperated.

“Don’t cum while I’m here, and be thankful that it was me that came to get you and not coach. Bye y/n!” He says loudly.

“Bye Tae!” You squeak as you hear the door close.

Jeongguk groans, but smiles lazily at you. “Guess I gotta go.”

You hum. “Guess you do Captain.”

He laughs a little as he does his pants back up, tucking his now mostly soft cock away. “I love you. Cheer me on tomorrow. I’ll see you after, but I probably won’t get back to the dorms till late. Are you gonna be there still or are you going back to yours?”

“I’ll wait for you. Score a goal for me, and text me later. Love you.” You smooch at the screen and Jeongguk does the same before the call ends.

And with that you are once again left alone, but a lot more horny than before the talk. So you do what any sensible person would do.

You pull up the hub.

~~~

Jeongguk walks into his dorm room around 10 pm, and the first thing he sees is you, right where you were when you hung up the night before after your little facetime sesh. The only difference is that you’re wearing a different shirt, still his, and you have ice cream in your hand and your laptop set up on your lap a show playing in the background.

At the sound of the door opening your eyes find his and you quickly set your food down on his night stand, and fling the covers off your lap, paying no mind to the mac book that is now buried somewhere under his comforter, before squealing and flinging yourself into his arms.

He grabs you easily, bags dropping to the floor, hands under your butt to keep you hoisted. You wrap you legs around his tiny waist and smush your lips to his cheek and mumble a distorted, “I missed you.”

“Okay so kiss me about it,” He says back, eyes glinting and lips puckered.

You giggle, placing your hands on his cheeks, angling your head to slot your lips between his. He parts easily for you, and starts to walk you both back to his bed before he drops you where he found you. You bounce lightly and take a second to take him in.

He’s wearing oversized comfy clothes, grey sweats and a big white long sleeve shirt. His long hair is soft and shiny, falling over his pretty face delicately. He must have had a shower at the hotel after the game. He looks soft and oh so sweet. You just want to devour him. From the looks of the semi in his pants, he’s feeling the same way about you.

“Ah, already getting hard for me?” You coo, hand cupping him over his sweats. He pushes against your palm, unashamed. “You just got here baby.”

He shrugs looking down at you. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all weekend. I had to rub one out in the bathroom room last night as soon as we got back to the hotel. Tae and Jimin were right outside.”

You nuzzle into the material of his sweats feeling his cock quickly become fully erect as you mouth at it. His hand comes down to cup your cheek, run through your hair. “I watched porn after we got off the phone.”

“Did you?” He asks, shifting away for a second so he can pull his sweats down, leaving him in his briefs. You see a little wet patch where the tip is. You suck lightly over the material and he moans loud and clear for you. He sounds so much prettier in person, over the phone just doesn’t compare.

“Yeah, came so hard. Was thinking about you and me.”

“Fuck. Did you make a mess all over my sheets?”

You shake your head as you slowly pull the waist band of his briefs down his hard cock. Once it’s free it bounces in front of your face, flushed and begging for your mouth. You stroke lightly while saying, “No, but I did find something that I wanna try.” You flick your tongue under the head and the hand in your hair tightens and pushes slightly. You part your lips and let him in.

“Mmm, you can tell me all about it once I’m done with you. I can’t wait any longer baby. Swallow me,” He moans, both hands going to the back of your head and pulling you farther onto his cock. He jerks when he feels you swallow around the tip. “So fucking good.” He sighs.

You let him have his way, fucking your throat a little, although he’s much gentler than he usually is when he does it, and he does it for a much shorter time. He must be tired from the weekend, or he must have something else in mind for tonight.

“Lay back baby.” He says when he pulls out of your throat, crawling on the mattress. He finds your discarded laptop and places it under the bed out of the way. You both remove the rest of your clothes before you do as he says and he settles down between your legs.

You figure since he got hard literally on arrival, that he wouldn’t waste time with teasing, would get right to the good part. But no. He takes his sweet time kissing, licking and biting at your thighs, squeezing them roughly in his hands. He nuzzles into your skin flicking the lightest lick over you pussy lips before pulling back and blowing a little. You gasp and roll your hips, trying to get him closer to where you wanted, spreading your legs even farther apart, presenting yourself to him. But he’s having none of that.

“Stop fucking squirming,” He groans before you feel his grip tighten on your hips. But still he doesn’t go where you want him, so you fight against his hold.

“Stop teasing then,” you whine with a scowl.

He bites at your inner thigh. “Hush baby.”

You huff and hit your tiny fists on the bed, frustrated and fussy. “Make me.”

Jeongguk stills and you gulp. He glances up from between your thighs, and he quirks an eyebrow at you.

“What was that?” He asks, much too calmly.

“I said make me.” You whisper poutily.

He sighs and sits up. You get to whine for just a second before you’re yelping and squeezing your legs shut. He just smacked your pussy.

“Shut up.” He says. He doesn’t sound angry, very casual in fact. He rubs his hands over your legs, easing them back open. “Y’know y/n, I had a very long weekend. Travelled hours to play 4 games in two days. Travelled hours back.” He’s running his fingertips over your pussy lips, smearing around the slick you know is pouring out of you. You shiver. You love it when he gets like this. You love it every time your guys are together, but when he’s extremely one way or the other, extremely dominant or extremely submissive? It just makes your entire body burn and your pussy ache. “I even scored a goal for you in the final.” He glances at you, finally sneaking his finger between your folds, he grazes your clit and you shiver, legs spreading even more. “All I wanted to do was get home and take care of you... Make my girl feel good...” He’s rubbing circles around the little nub and your hips slowly start to rock into his touch, breathing heavy from the pleasure. His girl. Yes. You’re his girl. You tell him so.

“Really?” He asks. You nod. He hums. “That’s funny because all I see here is a brat .” He spits out, before another smack lands on your sensitive cunt.

You cry out, trying to close your legs again, but he holds them open. He settles between them again and says sternly, “Now be good. I’m going to do it how I want. Do you understand?” You whisper a tiny yes. He sighs like he’s relieved that you’re not going to be difficult and put up much of a fight, so he can finally do what he’s been wanting to for days. He pushes back on your thighs so your cunt it fully exposed to him, and he spits on it before rubbing his fingers around the sticky mess. Every time he rubs over your clit you twitch, but you’re trying to be good.

“So fucking messy baby. So gross.” He says sweetly as presses his tongue flat on your opening before licking all the way to your clit. He moans at the taste of you despite his words just a moment ago and your eyes roll back. He’s in a mean mood now. And you’re gushing for it. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty baby... because your little cunt is so nasty , just leaking all over the place. I’ve barely even touched her, and she’s dripping down to my sheets. How did you manage to keep them clean while I was gone hmm?” He doesn’t let you respond, quickly sucking your clit into his mouth suctioning it just a bit before flicking the tip of his tongue over it quickly.

“Ah, f-fuck-“ You gasp. You raise yourself onto your elbows so you can watch. He hums around your clit before he flicks his eyes to you. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut before falling to your back again, not able to handle the gaze he gives you.

He pulls off and uses his fingers to open your lips and pull the hood back before making his tongue flat and licking slowly over your exposed clit.

“Oh my god- That’s- that feels so good baby,” You say between breaths. Your legs are starting to get a slight tremble to them but still, you pull them farther back, making yourself as open as you can for his tongue.

He hums and then smiles, biting at your clit gently, making you jolt. “Feels good baby?” He rubs his fingers all over your core again. You nod and he says, “Could have felt good before and not had spanks if you weren’t so fucking bad.” He swats your cunt again lightly, before sighing and kissing your clit sweetly. Your head is spinning from the switches in his mood but you love it. Love that you don’t know what to expect when he slides his fingers into you. He moans and rests his head on your inner thigh, watching as his fingers slip in and out of your heat. He looks like he’s in awe of your cunt, watching as it clenches and sucks his fingers in. He looks so lovely between your legs.

“Always so fucking tight, can’t wait to get my cock in here.” When he says ‘here’ he curls his fingers inside of you and your back arches off of the bed, and you moan his name loudly. “That’s it baby...” He whispers against your core before he starts to thrust his fingers into you, curling on the pull out. He adds his mouth and you start to shake. Your hands find his hair and you pull him closer, feel him lick and suck at your clit like its the best thing he’s ever tasted. He moans while he eats your pussy. And he has the nerve to call you nasty. He’s absolutely filthy.

“I- close-“ You choke out, relishing in the sloppy wet pleasure that his mouth and fingers are giving you.

He says ‘mhmm’ against your clit before pulling away to get out a quick, “Fuck. Yeah you are, cum for me.” and then he’s diving right back in, focusing on where you’re most sensitive, your clit and your g spot.

“There baby, yeah- fuck , don’t stop ,” You whine quietly as your body tenses. Your legs are shaking out of control, before the string in you snaps and you cry out. Your thighs close around his head and you grind your cunt into his face riding out your orgasm before it gets too much and your try to squirm away. But Jeongguk holds you there until you’re almost crying from the overstimulation.

You pull at his hair, begging him to stop, and finally, he does. He pulls away from your messy cunt, and lays himself on top of you before kissing you deep, wasting no time sticking his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. You moan and twine your fingers through his long hair, arching your body to get as close to him as you can. You feel him start to rut his cock over your sensitive core, and gasp. He’s so hard, you can feel him throb against you. He pulls away and grips his cock at the base, lining it up with your pussy before sliding it up and down, teasing your clit even more, mixing his precum with his spit and your slick. He focuses his frenulum on your clit, and his hips twitch. His head rolls back, and his mouth opens in a silent moan. He pulls back and when he looks at you again, he looks wild. His eyes are dark with desire and his pupils are blown. His hands grip at your body like he can’t get enough of you. You’ll have pretty little bruise blossoms all over your body in the morning. Finally, the tip of his cock breaches your center.

You’re so hot, and tight, and so fucking wet around him, that Jeongguk can’t keep the moan that falls from his lips locked away as he pushes inside of you. He pushes all the way to the hilt, you can feel him flush against your clit. Your mouth falls open in pleasure, but your eyes never leave him, the first thrust always being your favorite. Finally getting filled up like you wanted. You can feel him in your belly, heat pooling there as he lets you adjust to his size. Sometimes he likes press his hand into your tummy while he fucks you. Says can feel his cock splitting you open. You watch the man above you part his lips and furrow his brows in pleasure while he does his best to not go too fast, tries not to thrust into you wildly like he so wants to.

He’s leaning over you, hands on the side of your head. You run your palms up his sides, whispering, “I’m good, you feel so good. Give it to me please.” You lean up and press a kiss to his collarbone.

He’s quick as he hikes your legs up and hooks them on his shoulders. He rests some of his weight on you, bending you in half as he starts moving his hips. He pulls out to just the tip before slamming back in with one swift motion. Your hands claw at his back, the angle he has you in allowing him to reach even deeper. Gasps are punched out of you as he starts to set his brutal, sharp pace, not forgetting how bad your were earlier. He’s going to make sure you feel every inch of him for days.

“Oh my god, fuck. That’s so fucking good, Jeongguk. Please fuck me,” Your moans are high pitched and close to sobs.

He leans back some and spreads your legs wide, hands on your ankles to keep them open and he looks down slowing his thrust to watch as he slides into your little cunt. Your pussy is swollen and pink around his cock. He can see your arousal shiny on the base of his cock. “Fuuuck,” He moans as he closes his eyes basking in the feel of you clenching tight around him. He’s slowly pulling his cock from you, only for you pussy to pull him right back in. “This pussy was made to take my cock, huh?” He says speeding up. You nod and tell him, “Yes only your cock gets me this wet, this fucking hot.” He pumps his cock into you hard enough for you to get jostled, so your words come out in choppy and incoherent moans.

The way he’s fucking you makes your tits bounce, perky and pretty. He growls and leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth. You arch into his touch, cute little mewls falling from your lips as his tongue flicks over the small bud. You brush his long hair out of his eyes, holding him to your tit as he makes goosebumps rise to your skin.

“That feels so nice baby,” You say. It’s quiet and desperate, you head thrown back, neck extended and bared to him.

His eyes flick up to look at you, still playing with your nipples. He sees you bared in submission and can’t help the hand that rubs up your torso all the way to your neck. Just begging to have a hand around it. He pulls off your your tit, letting one of your legs fall to around his waist and you moan loud and long as the picks up his pace again.

Your favorite position. He knows how to fuck you any and every way, but like this he fucks you just right, making you fall apart in no time at all. The hand around your throat tightens at the sides, making the moans and whines that come out of your mouth high pitched and airy. The lack of blood flow to your brain makes you feel lightheaded and fuzzy, almost euphoric as he fucks you into submission. His free hand smacks your tits lightly, and you clench from the dull pain as they jiggle. Jeongguk swears.

“God your pussy is just milking my cock, not even letting me pull out all the way. Such a greedy , selfish little cunt. Can’t get enough of this cock filling her up.” He grips your hips with both hands and watches your pussy swallow his cock.

You giggle, soft and delirious as you feel the first signs of your orgasm pool in the pit of your belly, right where Jeongguk’s cock is pounding into you.

“You think that’s funny?” He questions. He grips your jaw and makes you look at him. Your cheeks are smushed and your eyes water from the hold he has on you. “You think being a selfish, greedy little slut is funny?” He presses against the side of your face, biting at your cheek like he just needs to sink his teeth into something to let out some of the pent of feelings coursing through his veins.

“I just love it. Love your cock so much,” You whimper.

Jeongguk pulls back so he can look into your eyes again. He looks at you mockingly. “You love it?” His voice is condescending and it makes your pussy drip. “You fucking love it?” He looks crazed as his hips jackhammer into your cunt, the slaps of his skin meeting yours ringing loud and clear throughout the dorm. Bless his poor neighbors.

“Yes, yes I fucking love it,” God you’re going to cum.

He feels how close you are, sees the way your legs are trembling. He’s moaning when he says, “Shit baby, show me how much you love it. Show me, make that little pussy cream all over my fat cock.”

You nod helplessly as your body jerks in his hold. You can feel your pussy contract over his cock as he brings you the precipice of your pleasure. Tears fall from your eyes from how overwhelmingly good it feels.

Jeongguk fucks into you a few more times, the last of your orgasm leaving your body, as you listen to the higher pitched moans falling from his lips at a faster rate than before. He gasps as he pulls out and positions himself over your heaving chest, cock right in your face as he fists it fast.

“Fuck, open you mouth,” He says, voice dripping with pleasure. You do, smiling, tongue out. He groans deep before his hips jerk and he whispers, “I’m gonna cum,” with heavy lust filled eyes. You feel the first shot of cum land on your cheek.

“Mmm yeah, cum all over my face,” You hum, blissed out.

He milks every last drop of his load out, and you suckle on the tip until he’s whining and shivering, pulling back with an overwhelmed, overly sensitive gasp.

He catches his breath for a second before he gets up and makes his way to bathroom. He sees you about to wipe the cum off your face and says, “Wait a sec.”

You sit patiently, criss cross apple sauce, cum on your face, eyes red and wet from the tears you shed, until he comes back with a wet wash cloth in one hand. He makes a stop at his bags on the floor and fishes his phone out.

He sets the wash cloth on the night stand next to your forgotten, melted ice cream and pulls up the camera.

“Smile baby,” He says, softly giggling.

You do, big and radiant, throwing up a little finger heart. You hear the shutter a few times before his phone takes the place of the wash cloth on the night stand. You reach for it to clean yourself, but he pulls away, wanting to do it himself.

You smile as he concentrates and gently cleans up his mess from your face. His tongue peaks out of his lips and you peck him. He stills before scowling with a small smile, and continuing.

“You look so pretty when you have my nut all over you face,” He says absently. His thumb brushes under you eye. “When you cry too.” He cups your jaw and runs his thumb over your cheek bone. “I wasn’t too mean was I? Too rough?” His eyes search yours. You shake your head.

“No I like it when you get like that, ‘s sexy,” You say wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him so that you both are laying down. You wrap around him like a koala. He yawns and settles in your hold, snuggling into the bed.

“Okay good. You can be mean next time,” He sounds sleepy.

You scoff, knowing that you both know that when you take control it’s in a softer way. Degrading and being mean was his thing, what you liked. Jeongguk liked to be praised.

“Yeah okay,” You say sarcastically. “You’d cry in a non sexy way if I was even half as mean to you as you are to me,” You scratch at his scalp and he purrs.

“I’m sensitive,” He whines. Another yawn. “And sleepy. Shhhh.”

“Jeongguk wait,” You say.

“Hmm?” He says already close to knocking out.

“I wanna eat your ass next time.”

“Mhmm, okay. Now sleep please. Turn off the lamp.” He turns over, wanting to be the little spoon.

You know he didn’t actually listen to what you said, but that would not stop you from holding the ‘yes’ he gave you over his head in the morning when he’s more coherent. You flick off the lamp, and throw an arm over his waist. He snuggles back into you, fitting his body against yours. You kiss his shoulder and say, “Okay, remember that you said yes in the morning.”

All you get in response is a soft snore.

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and there it is! let me know if u want me to finish and post the whole thing! comments and feedback are appreciated!

part 2 here!

part 3 here!

[sunflowerdaisybee]

I've been into medieval things for about 3 weeks now and this just came to mind!! Cc!sbi being friends with the reader who wears old (yet modern) medieval outfits and they all get the chance to meet up and the reader decides to have them try medieval outfits? (Maybe throwing in random facts?)

This was so cute and I really loved it, I just suck at describing clothes, if you need a visual just look up ‘modern medieval clothes’ on google and you’ll be able to find what I’m describing, they’re drawings <3 also I don’t write for cc!Techno so he was left out, sorry :]

Summary: Wilbur, Phil, and Tommy try on clothes in your style

Pairing: P!SBI X Reader

Pronouns: They/them

[A/n]: Requests are open :]

You hummed as you checked yourself over one last time, making sure everything was set how it was supposed to be. Once you were sure everything was to your liking, you got your shoes on and left.

Today you would be meeting with friends of yours, sadly Technoblade wasn’t able to make it but there were other opportunities. You were still ecstatic to meet with Phil, Tommy, and Wilbur though as they all lived not too far from you.

The four of you had agreed to meet near your place as Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy would all be arriving together and it was easier to meet near you. So you waited at the local park for them, the agreed-upon meeting spot.

“(Y/n)!” You faintly heard your name being shouted, prompting you to look around the nearly empty area. You were quick to spot the tall, blond figure of Tommy, who was waving excitedly at you. He was always like a younger brother to you and the two of you were like siblings, hence his excitement.

You waved back, walking in their direction to meet them halfway. Tommy was quick to pick up speed, wrapping you up in a hug before either of the other two could.

“Hey, guys!”

“(Y/n), it’s so great to finally see you.”

“You guys as well. How was the trip over? Hopefully not too bad.”

“It was pretty good, though Tommy wouldn’t stop talking about how excited he was to see you.”

“You were doing the same thing.” Tommy playfully jabbed Wilbur, the older male doing the same.

While the two were playing around you took the opportunity to give Phil a hug and asked how things had been. You had talked to the three of them last night but it was different in person, the conversations felt more real.

“Hey (Y/n), what’s with the clothes?”

“Huh? Oh, it’s just my style, it’s a sorta modernized version of medieval clothes. Pretty neat huh?”

“That’s so cool! I wish I had clothes like that.”

“I probably have something that would fit you if you wanna try it on. In fact, I think I have clothes that would fit all of you guys. If you’d want to, that is.” The three quickly agreed, already thinking of all the fun things they could do while dressed up.

The four of you made your way to your home, you and Tommy taking the lead. It wasn’t long till you all reached your home, where you had them take off their shoes upon entering.

“Ok, you guys can make yourselves comfy in the living room and I’ll go grab the clothes.” The three said their ok’s and got comfy while you walked off. The boys were different sizes from you so clothes that would fit them would be stored in your craft room. You had totes of medieval clothes that didn’t quite fit you but that you planned to tailor so that they did as they were too cute to pass up.

Digging out the tote you quickly found outfits that should fit all three men. Arm full of clothing, you walked back out into the living room, handing each a set of clothing. Tommy went to change in the bathroom, Wilbur in your craft room, and Phil in the spare bedroom.

Tommy came out first, his outfit consisted of a light gray, hooded shirt with the sleeves rolled up. On top of it was a blue vest-style top the had slits on the bottom and gold embellishments on the chest and upper arms. Around his waist sat a brown belt that kept everything in place. His pants were a slightly darker gray and were pushed up slightly by the tall brown boots he wore.

“Oh wow, that suits you really well!”

“I know right!” Next out was Phil, whose outfit was a tad simpler. He wore an off-white, collared, bottom-up with the top few buttons undone. Around his neck was a simple cross and chain necklace and around his waist was a belt. The sleeves to the shirt were a bit poofier than normal but it suited him well. Paired with the shirt was a set of dark blue jeans and dark gray boots. The outfit was simpler than Tommy’s but still looked just as amazing.

“Looking good Phil.”

“Thanks, mate.” Lastly was Wilbur who came strutting out quite hilariously. Wilbur wore a red shirt with the sleeves rolled up, it was sort of a turtle neck but not quite. He also wore a cross and chain necklace but his was longer and hung further down his chest. Overtop the shirt he wore a light gray vest that hung loosely, reaching down by his hands. He also had a belt around his waist, but his had a large gold buckle on the front. He wore faded blue jeans with short brown boots, as well as a thick brown bracelet.

“Wow, watch out guys. Wilbur coming through.” You all burst into laughter, taking a moment to recollect yourselves.

“You all look great though, I’m glad the clothes fit you guys.”

“You know what we should do? We should go around the mall and pretend we’re from medieval times and act really confused.”

“Yes, that would be so much fun.”

“As long as you all stay out of trouble it’s fine.”

“Yay!”

[thewriterowl]

Can you please headcannons for Dark Din and Tooka Luke? How do they meet??

Ooh baby, let’s get this on! Dark!Din and Tooka!Luke is becoming an obsession of mine. I am feasting on @mxxnfish gorgeous art of Tooka!Luke like crazy. He’s just a cinnamon roll, too pure for this world.

So of course i want to throw him to a crazed, haunted, confident dark!Din to balance it out. And have him get all taken care of and adored and have someone be possessive over him...and railed like no tomorrow. Amazing ❤️ 

Of course be warned of dark stuff under the cut!

How they meet has so many possibilities. Luke presented as a gift, Din finding Luke in a raid on slavers or the Empire, Din seeing Rebel Boy Luke take on the Empire, they meet like Normal only when he removes his hood its a poof of blond fluff and big ears and a tail...I will accept them all. 

It was love at first sight for Din. 100% he saw Luke and knew he was going to do whatever he could to bind the Tooka to him for the rest of his life. They were going to be married, they would raise warriors, they would rule Mandalore, and no one (not even Luke) was going to stop them. Luke was to be his spouse but also be his pet. It would not be an equal partnership, but why should it be? Luke was to be adored and spoiled. There to give and receive pleasure. He may need discipline, but many new little pets do and Din is more than happy to provide that to make his beloved fit comfortably into his new life.

Luke has to wear a collar at all times. He is a pet along with the consort, and this position cannot be forgotten. He also belongs to Din. In every sense of the word, he is owned by Din. Their relationship is just dripping with (unhealthy but its fanfic so I say it works) possessiveness. Din will take multiple times a day to remind Luke, and any others, that Din owns him. Not the Force, not his father, not even Luke himself. Din owns everything of Luke.

Din is obsessed with Luke as well. If he was any creepier, he’d have an alter made for him. Much like how a part of his mind is always going “Grogu, child, son, baby, my child, ad’ika” he also has another part with the focus of Luke. At all times. Just a constant stream of it his mind’s background like white-noise. If they had to part for any reason after they first met ( be it just situational or Luke actually escapes) Din would be hunting/stalking him. He’d learn everything he can of Luke before he dragged him back to his side. He’d ensure he knew everything about him to always be able to capture him and also to properly provide for him. He probably has a holopad just with information on Luke so he can always stay ahead of his little kitten for health, happiness, or to ensure he is always in his gilded cage.

Luke’s ears and tail are sensitive. Scratch or pull them just right and he can become putty. Din figures this out easily and will use them at times to shove Luke into sub-space faster.

When Luke can get deep in the sub-space (usually after an intense love-making session) he’ll groom Din. He’ll lick at his skin to rid him of the mess that was made from their time breaking a bed (or wall, or table, or floor, or bench, or ship, or). It is incredibly personal and sometimes Din just takes it as something soft and romantic...and other times he gets him as hard as Beskar and is ready to go again. Luke doesn’t always realize he is doing it.

Tooka!Luke is small. Most hybrids seem to be tiny or large--rarely of “average” human size. It is to fit their role of pet or worker, goes with their hybrid creature, and can be used for defense or offense (Luke is incredibly fast; a Bantha hybrid would be large and incredibly strong). He is easy to manhandle after some time (overlooking the claws and bites and his incredibly fighting ability) and if Din can get lucky, he can pin Luke down with his much larger (omg, broad shoulders) body. For a while, he had to be in full armor as he did this because even pinned, Luke was feisty and could be dangerous. This allowed Din to be completely safe as Luke hissed and yowled until he would wear himself out. It also means Din can pick him up in one arm, toss him over his shoulder or his lap, hold him tight and over one thigh with his whole hand almost covering all of his waist. He can also tuck Luke safe against him, curled up under his chin, with his toes barely reaching Din’s ankles, as they press against each other in bed.

Din will have Luke in a collar and leash at times. Especially in court. Sometimes, Luke will be on his lap. Other times at his feet, face pressed against his legs, as he has to watch the boring proceedings. At first, Luke could get embarrassed and angry...but his hybrid side would find comfort in the treatment and fall into place eventually. He was a pet, after all. A pet consort. This was where he should be. It made his king, his master, his husband, feel so much pride and adoration for him, and made him fit his role as ruler even more. Part of Luke preens over being able to provide this for Din.

Beautiful, lavish outfits don’t always work. Din’s people are working on that. The tail and claws can cause some trouble. So Luke can still be found in simple (but still hella pretty and expensive) outfits of pants and tunics. He also likes to be barefoot over wearing shoes as they can hurt and he can’t sense or move around as easily in them. Din prefers to dress Luke up like the throne-ornament consort-pet he was, but is fine with it for the most part since Luke still fits the role and is happy and comfy. 

You better believe when the seamstress finally gets the measurements right Din is putting Luke in beautiful gowns.

Luke will purr. He doesn’t always want to...but Din will begin to scratch and lick at a spot just right and Luke’s eyes just roll and he falls limply against him and starts purring like an engine. Many times Din can fall asleep to this vibration and noise.

Din will, and has, killed for Tooka!Luke, so you can only every look but never even think about touching.

[hanazou]

matching onesies with him.

Books : Dazai | Chuuya | Oda

Shelf : Mixed

Genre : Fluff, domestic

Note : I did this of my own accord because I am, in fact, a softie

Dazai Osamu

This clingy crackhead.

Dazai will be the first to come up with the idea. It's actually a random one and he asked it so spontaneously, he doesn't expect you to actually say yes.

"Sure, why not?" You agreed.

He's both surprised and elated, and he didn't hide this reaction at all.

"Oh, darling!" He wrapped a hug around your neck. "You always revive my heart with your love!"

You both will be enthusiastic about picking the onesies and agree to surf the net instead of looking from shop to shop since Dazai is under the supervision of a certain angry Kunikida

It almost feels like babysitting. Not that you hate it right? Should you get an identical pair with different sizes? Or complementary ones?

Dazai will call the customer service to ask if they have black crow onesies since crows represent death in some cultures. The response is obviously no and it's obvious that the customer service was confused.

"That's a shame," Dazai whined disappointedly, shoulders dropping. "Wouldn't it be both cute and poetic if we had a double suicide while wearing matching crow onesie? Two achievements in one!"

At that point you wouldn't even be surprised anymore. You will just take the phone away from him to apologise and thank the customer service. You have to convince Dazai that you won't find a onesie of that kind

"Wait, don't tell me," You stared at him. "The reason you want to get onesies is just to wear a matching crow pair?"

"Is it?" He grinned mischievously. "Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong, but I just want to match with you."

Other ADA members will wonder what you and Dazai were doing, Kunikida the most. He isn't exactly curious, more like suspicious. What's that good-for-nothing Dazai up to now?

Eventually you find a pair of identical ones. Kind of rare designs too! Guess what?

Crabs! In red! The little eyes on the hood!

It will take less than a week for the onesies to arrive in a small box. When it does Dazai will pull out a cutter so energetically Atsushi will think he's going to pull a suicide attempt with it

"AAH! Dazai-san! No!"

Nothing will happen aside from Dazai stabbing the box (while making sure he doesn't cut the onesies inside. he's good with blades, ex Port Mafia and all)

The crab pincers for your hands are soft like mittens and so smooth???? Imagine sweaterpaws but with crab pincer mittens (!!)

It will take everything in you to stop Dazai from wearing it that instant since a client Fukuzawa talked about will be coming. You will need Atsushi's help to take it off him but let's not talk about it

Both of Dazai's legs are already in the onesie too..

It seems like Kyouka wants one. Yosano and Naomi will tell Atsushi to buy the girl one and match with her

When Dazai and you go home together, he will be so excited to wear the onesies immediately. Dazai will be light on his feet.

And when you finally put yours on? Pictures. Dazai will take lots of pictures of you. You're a piece of art and he wants pictures so he can recall the image anytime

"Oh, dearest~ How is it possible for you to be so cute?" He began his dramatic poses, a hand over his head while spinning like a ballet dancer.

You both will take a lot of couple pictures.

"Love, you are so adorable I want to eat you!"

"Is it me who's cute or the crab?" You teased back.

When Dazai makes a troubled expression to answer your question, you will have to pinch him 💢

If you can cook crab soup, wouldn't it be funny to make and eat one with Dazai while wearing crab onesies? He will be so clingy when you do it, like an old school married couple; when you cook, he'll be bugging you while hugging from behind. It feels cozy, don't blame him

You have to be keen with your eyes so you won't miss Dazai secretly pouring ajinomoto to the soup. Get him a healthier diet, I'm begging you.

"Look, the crab is red like us." He pointed at the soup. "And like your face when I do this." He took advantage of you turning your head to peck your cheek.

He will also pinch your nose with his pincer mitten. "Boop!" It's a challenge. Boop his nose back.

You think he's already as clingy as he can be, huh? Wrong. You are absolutely wrong. If he previously sticks around you like a magnet, this time he's glued to you.

Even in the shared living space, he won't let you go. Is it the softness of the onesie under his touch, the warmth, or your cuteness? Well, it's all of them. What then?

Snuggles.

You both cuddle together in the futon until falling asleep together. You feel twice as warm.

He's the big spoon, let him feel the smoothness of the onesie while feeling your heat. And for once, the double suicide joke stopped for the rest of day. That's how much this impacts him, and you're proud of him.

Nakahara Chuuya

Matching with Chuuhuahua in a onesie? You lucky fella.

You have to be the one initiating it with Chuuya. Baby boy will be like "Eeh?" at first. He's not against it at all but more like, confused. The request is out of the blue

"Come on, why not?" You tilt your head. "It will feel so soft to cuddle with?"

That's it, that's the spell for him to agree

Mans is a Port Mafia executive, you can't go out from shop to shop in a mall to get your onesie with his schedule, so you have to settle with online shopping with this guy too

Only when he has time to spare from beating up people

You will sit together on a couch at the headquarters once Chuuya and you don't have missions. It's a good chance to relax and unwind together too

Chuuya knows best where to find clothes, including onesies. There are so many options! Dinosaurs, frogs, bears, Sanrio characters, Doraemon, Pikachu, Line characters, pandas, unicorns, penguins!! (I should stop fantasizing Chuuya in each of them)

Chuuya will act cool and chill about it at first, but he actually got invested in choosing and thankfully he isn't a crackhead unlike a certain someone

He has a good fashion sense I don't accept criticism, and this side of him will jump out while both of you scroll the catalogue. He nails both street wear and mafia outfits daily, so you can bet he'd pick the best onesies for you both

"This one doesn't suit you," He moved to the next option. "These are the only colours available? Pass.", "What's with the unnecessarily long tail?", "Oh maybe this? Wait, I don't like the stripes."

Of course, he will listen to your opinion too but since you feel he's better at this, you just either nod or shake your head with him

You have to be careful with your words when picking the size (this is much more valid if you're taller) or he'll go "I'm not that short!"

Kouyou and Mori (+ Elise) will catch you both on the couch together while browsing, comfy and all, and Kouyou asked what you two were doing. Chuuya's face will be as red as wine.

When you want to explain, his gloved hand will cover your mouth and he frantically shakes his head, screaming "Don't!" silently.

But alas, while you want to tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed of, Kouyou will take the phone from your hand with a curious grin and a "What's this~?"

Chuuya will just accept fate at that point, growling to himself and all

Kouyou and Mori won't expect to see a catalogue of onesies, apparently. The "Huh," on their faces are hilarious, and Mori will be instantly inspired to get a full set for his Elise-chan, much to her distaste.

While Mori and Elise are going at it, Kouyou will actually share her opinions. Chuuya will crawl out from his burrow of embarrassment and listen to her with you.

"Rather than identical ones, these would be much better. They have variety." Kouyou said. And you both will agree. You both have been eyeing a specific pair anyway

You both will decide to get complementary ones! Chuuya's will be a brown teddy and yours a white bunny! (Try googling Line's Brown and Cony, they're cute you won't regret it) Kouyou will totally agree with the decision.

When the package arrives, both of you will open it together. Chuuya's eyes for clothes are never wrong, the quality is immaculate. So warm and smooth, not a seam out of place.

Imagine the blush on Chuuya's face when you put on the white bunny onesie. The bunny ears on the hood! The fluffiness! His flustered face!

He will be slightly hesitant to put his own on, but when he does, you swear you can die from the cuteness. Want to see more cuteness? Tease him about it, and maybe he'll tickle you down until you're too breathless to tease him.

Chuuya doesn't want to say it explicitly but it does feel really comfortable, it's suitable for winters too.

As usual, Chuuya will be the big spoon. You will melt into his warmth and the smoothness of his onesie, and you can tell he's enjoying it too, from the way he'll drag his hand all over you to feel the smooth fabric

"It's a good thing we listened to ane-san's suggestion, hm?" You asked. "I didn't exactly like the matching penguin pairs."

"Yeah, this isn't bad at all." Chuuya admitted, snuggling his chin into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm."

Oda Sakunosuke

First off I'm Odasaku's lover before I'm anything else.

When the weather gets cold, it's your idea to get onesies for the kids. They could use some cute onesies to sleep in.

Unlike Dazai and Chuuya, Odasaku will have time to spare to go shopping with you. Being the handyman of Port Mafia has its good sides, after all.

The atmosphere is identical to a date! You both meet up at evening after work, have a simple dinner first, then start the shopping. Shopping for the kids' onesies with him makes you feel like a parent doesn't it?

Odasaku and you will make sure not to pick flimsy, thin, or rough ones. Only the best for the kids. Both of you put your keen eyes to use, examining every considered piece

Odasaku and you will definitely discuss whether to get five identical or different ones. After considering that the kids have different personalities, choosing different pieces will sound more ideal. You both will grant them the liberty of picking themselves.

"We just have to make sure they don't fight over it." Odasaku said.

Lion, dinosaur, piglet, panda, and penguin. That's what you both will choose!

Odasaku is a man who doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeves, so you relied on his eyes when it comes to him. You will see love and sincerity. He picks each piece with careful consideration.

The store clerk will throw an unexpected (yet clichéd shoujo) question at you both. "You picked such good choices. We have sets for adults too, why not match with your children?"

Odasaku and you will widen your eyes. First of all, parents? And match? Both of you stare at each other in confusion. Should you get two get a pair for yourselves?

"Why not?" Odasaku eventually said.

Odasaku's will be a brown dog and yours a white cat (remember that one official art of Odasaku with puppy ears? <3)

Odasaku and you will immediately visit the kids and give them their onesies. Their excitement in picking one for their own made you smile, and you can see the joy in Odasaku's eyes when the kids thanked him and you. He doesn't smile, but you don't need him to just to know he's glad his children love your pick. The way he pats their heads already speaks volumes of love.

Thankfully no kid wrestled to get what they want. You were especially concerned Kousuke will compete with someone

Odasaku will bring a secondhand polaroid he once bought at Yokohama's flea market to take pictures of the kids. You will herd the children to gather for the picture while Odasaku looked for the right angle in the other side of the room.

"Why don't you stay there for the picture too?" Odasaku asked you, half of his face behind the camera.

You kneel behind the kids and put your hands on Sakura and Yuu's shoulders, the ones who stood on the far left and right. That much is enough to warm Odasaku's heart, but when you too, smile for the camera, he freezes for a while to take the sight with his eyes

The picture comes out nicely. You will end up convincing Odasaku to take more but with him in it, together, all seven of you. You would need the curry diner owner's help to take the picture

"Sakunosuke, smile, will you?" You held his shoulder while you both kneeled behind the kids for the picture. He would be a little stunned

He smiles, but it was faint. Nevertheless, you recognise the content in his eyes in the photo, and it's enough.

When it's just the two of you in the living quarters, you will have to remind Odasaku that he too, bought a onesie. He will gladly put it on him since you look so eager, he's curious how it feels too

Your heart stops when he put on the hood with the puppy ears. You will have to fight back the urge to attack him with cuddles right there and then when his confused and innocent face matches the onesie so much!

"You're adorable," You smiled half teasingly, taking in the look of confused Odasaku who looked down at his onesie. The weight of the material felt right, it's like a cozy blanket.

"Try to put yours on," He says. When you did, his heart also missed a beat. The kitten ears on your head! The pure snowy white on you!

Odasaku is a bear hugger and when he hugs you, his embrace will feel tighter than usual. It's no surprise, he likes you and cats, and the way you interacted with the kids that day played tricks on his heart. You hug him back and ruffle his head while he mumbles his thank-you's at you

That night's sleep will be filled with nothing but cuddles of love and adoration. Yes, Odasaku is the big spoon, but you will also hold his arms tighter around you as you both drift into the night, chatting about life.

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Demon/Priest fic

I’m uploading the first chapter up here, it’s still kinda in beta at the moment but I appreciate any feedback y’all might have.

Just a quick note, right from the jump there’s blood and satanic rituals that involve Shane being part of them against his will, as well as blood/injury descriptions that run throughout so if you’re not comfy with that please avoid this.

It was dark, that was all he knew. Dark and cold. The first thing Shane was aware of was that the air housed the sickening scent of dust and rotten wood, the smell assaulting his senses as he slowly came to. He couldn't see anything, something covering his head and making him feel claustrophobic, the lack of proper airflow making the pounding in his head stronger with each frantic beat of his heart.

It took a few seconds for Shane to figure out what was going on or how he even ended up there. His mind flashed back to someone knocking at his door just as he'd settled into bed for the night. He'd been annoyed at first, feeling tired from not long moving into a new apartment in a whole new State, but he still tiredly padded his way across his small apartment; the door crashing open forcefully before he could get to it, revealing a flash of someone in a ski mask and something metal in their hand, rising to hit him across the head. Everything turned black as he hit the floor, his memory cutting out after that.

One week... one week in a new State and he managed to get kidnapped. Great. Just great.

Shane struggled to pull himself up, finding his hands bound behind his back and feet tied together. In his struggle a shuffling he had vaguely been aware of stopped, the room becoming incredibly silent in a matter of seconds. Shane paused, feeling dread wash over his body as he realised he was being watched by his kidnappers, trying to stay as still as possible as if that would make him invisible to the naked eye or something. Then, all of a sudden, the sack over his head was pulled off and he was greeted with the sight of hooded figures, wearing black robes and holding candles.

Not only kidnapped: kidnapped by cultists. As if it couldn't get any worse already.

"Hey, man, just let me go. I won't say anything, I promise! I'll pay you silence money or-" Shane's pleas were silenced by a knife at his throat, one of the cultists grabbing him by the hair and holding him in place. It was in that moment that Shane was starting to regret growing his hair out longer, though he figured it would have probably hurt a little more if his hair was still short.

"Do it." The man in front of him ordered, one of the others lighting up a match. They all began chanting something in a language unfamiliar to Shane - probably Latin, it was always Latin in situations like these. The one with the match lit a candle on the floor beside Shane, which in that moment was when Shane realised he was sitting on a pentagram: one made of blood. The other cultists placed their candles down around the circle, Shane watching as the flames seemed to merge into one, surrounding him in a circle of fire.

That was impossible, surely? Shane didn't believe in the occult or anything supernatural for that matter, it was all bullshit. Maybe it was just some sort of science he wasn't aware of? Maybe a trick of the light? He had just woken up from a pretty hard whack to the head, he was allowed to not know science right now.

The cultist with the knife knelt down in front of him, looking him in the eyes through his ski mask. They looked confident, calm: murderous. There was a split second after the two of them made eye contact that Shane felt the cold of the knife move from his neck and press against his wrists, cutting the rope that bound him and giving him slight hope to escape... but also slashing deep into his skin. He yelped, being pushed against the ground with a boot on his neck, suffocating him. The one with the knife looked down at him with cold, lifeless eyes, Shane wanting to beg them to stop but the second he opened his mouth to speak the boot moved from his neck and stamped down against his head.

They knelt down beside Shane, bringing the knife across his wrists again and drawing more blood, holding his arm over one of the candles and letting the blood drip down onto it. The fire changed from orange to blue in the blink of an eye, lighting the room in an ethereal glow; if Shane wasn't being tortured right now he probably would have found it quite beautiful.

He couldn't breathe again, his lungs not taking in enough air and his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel every beat crash against his chest as though his heart was ready to abandon ship and leave him to fend for himself. His sight grew dark already, blurring in and out of focus as his body already gave in without a fight: Shane was going to let it. He didn't care much for the occult, he didn't want any part in some sort of demon possession or human voodoo bullshit. He just wanted peace, he would gladly take unconsciousness over being a blood sacrifice any day. He could feel his heart slowing, his breaths at longer intervals. He felt cold. He could feel his blood pouring from his wrists. He was dying.

His heart beat was slowing... slower... stopped. It was over.

Relief wouldn't come so easy however.

As Shane felt himself slipping away, closing his eyes and embracing the dark, there was a splitting pain that ran down his spine. He cried out in surprise, feeling his body contort and his skin split open like someone had thrown him into a blender. Blood splattered on the walls like some sort of slasher movie, soaking the candles surrounding him and dousing the flames. It was dark again and a stunned silence filled the air. Shane found himself trying to pull himself up despite the boot that pressed into neck again, despite his body feeling numb and vision blurred without his glasses. He looked up at the cultists who were now backing away from him. He could sense their fear, see it. He could see it all around them, polluting the air with a sickly sweet aroma. He wanted to know what it tasted like.

Then, before he could even react, the flames reignited around him and his consciousness cut out. He felt weightless and lost, drifting around in the aether for what felt like an eternity, yet simultaneously felt like no time at all. There were whispers in the dark, Shane feeling like he was being watched by something with ill intentions. He didn't seem to care in that moment... he was pretty sure he was dead anyway. To his surprise however he slowly came to, finding himself lying on the floor with an ache in his bones. He sat up, looking around and finding himself all alone, not quite sure if that was a good thing or not.

Shane untied the bonds around his ankles and stood up in the least gracious way possible, stumbling to the side multiple times before he managed to find stability. He was covered in blood, more than he remembered from the last time he woke up, though he had a feeling that was to do with his wrists being slashed and skin breaking open.

He looked down, his wrists still bleeding slightly but they already looked like they were healing, something that baffled Shane. His whole body was covered in blood, cuts and bruises littering his skin that would probably need stitches. It hurt, but probably not as badly as it should have, he didn't feel like he'd just been torn to shreds by something he couldn't even see. He must be dead right now, that was all. He was just dead. He felt his heart stopping, he felt his last breath leave him. He was dead.

Yet when Shane placed his hand over his heart he felt a steady rhythm in his chest, a slow indication that he was still in fact alive. If he was alive, bleeding and in pain, then what the hell happened to the cultists? Did they just abandon him? Did things go wrong? They looked scared before Shane passed out, he remembered wanting to laugh at that fear. Had he done something to them? Was this even his blood on his face and chest? What the fuck was going on?

Shane didn't stick around to find out, he ran straight out the building and took the first left, not looking back even once. Without his glasses he couldn't really make out where he was going, but as long as it was far away from that building he didn't really care. He felt his lungs burn for air after only a minute of running, but he knew he couldn't dare stop now; if he did he might get caught again and this time he might not be able to escape.

He turned the corner, hoping he would end up somewhere he recognised but instead he found himself crashing into someone, landing on top of them in a heap on the floor. Shane quickly struggled to get off the man with a mumbled apology, falling to the side when he tried to stand. His body felt out of sync with his mind, his muscles aching and skin feeling like it was made from cobwebs, ready to tear apart at any second. He really did feel like he should be dead right now, but he impossibly wasn't. He was very much alive and very much in pain, trying to figure out what the fuck was happening or where he was.

"Woah, hey! Careful!" The man rushed to his side, panic kicking in as he tried to figure out what to do when met with a blood soaked stranger. "Are you okay? Do you want me to call you an ambulance? What happened to you?" Shane shook his head, a low groan coming from his lips from the vertigo that followed. "The hospital isn't that far from here, I can walk you or - or carry you, or something. Are you gonna be okay?"

Shane ignored him, trying to pull himself up again. He just needed to get home, needed to get off the street. He had no idea what had happened to him after he passed out, just that he woke up in a pool of blood that he wasn't convinced was entirely his own. He was alone, cold, scared. He felt like crying, screaming up at the sky... he just wanted to go home.

"Hey, hey, try and calm down. Look at me, look here." The man tried to soothe him. "My name's Ryan, what's yours?" Shane could only get out a small whimper from his lips as he struggled with getting his breathing back in rhythm. He felt like he was going to pass out again, though he was scared of would happen if he did. The last time he passed out he woke up in a pool of blood he wasn't entirely convinced was just his. "It's gonna be okay, I promise. Just breathe. What's your name?"

Shane closed his eyes and tried focusing on his breathing, heaving in and out until the pounding in his chest calmed down a notch. When he felt ready he opened his eyes again, looking to the stranger in front of him and the concerned expression aimed his way. "Shane... my name's Shane."

"Shane? Okay, can you tell me what's happened?" Ryan seemed glad to see him a little calmer. "I can help."

"Some cultist nutjobs... they broke into my home. They tried to do... something to me. I don't really know what happened to be honest, I must have passed out. I think I'm okay, they're gone now... I think." Shane explained the best he could. "I... I don't really know what to do."

"I saw some people in hoods running down the street a few minutes ago." Shane had never been so relieved to hear something in his whole life: so he hadn't killed them when he was passed out... of course he didn't. Shane didn't know why the thought had even crossed his mind, that sort of thing was impossible. He was just being paranoid. "We should call the police-"

"No!" Shane immediately shut that down, liking that idea less than going to the hospital. Ryan could tell Shane was still pretty out of it, even if he was calming down enough to speak. "No, I can't do that!" He knew he hadn't done anything to them now, but he still felt guilty. He didn't want to find out if he had murdered someone or not.

"Okay, I won't call them, don't worry." Ryan assured him. "Are you sure you don't want to go to a hospital? You're covered in blood, you must still be bleeding-" Ryan gently placed his hand on Shane's bare shoulder, the taller of the two wincing as the touch burned. He shuffled away quickly, eyes wide as he looked the blurry Ryan up and down. Why had his touch burned like that? Was it something to do with the ritual? Since Ryan was currently in a tank top and shorts he wasn't sure if Shane was checking him out or assessing if he had a weapon on him or something, that felt a little better to believe than checking seeing if he also had some sort of supernatural power of some sort. Shane would believe anything at this point.

"Sorry!" Ryan immediately apologised, "God, you're hurt and I'm just touching you like that! If I touched a sore spot or cut or something I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay." Shane backed himself into the wall and used it to stable himself on his feet, refusing Ryan's help when he offered it. He felt like his body was shutting down again, his sides cramping up just from the movement alone. He held his hand over his stomach as he took in a deep breath to steady himself; even Ryan thought Shane looked like he was about to drop down dead. "Where about are we anyway? Is this still LA?"

"Yeah, Arcadia." Shane's eyes widened at that.

"Arcadia? That's the other side of town..." It was going to be a long walk home. "Great... thanks anyway, Ryan. Be careful on your way home. There's dangerous people around here." Shane didn't really know which way his home was, but he figured it he kept walking in any one general direction he'd find a highway he could follow... hopefully.

"Woah, wait a second!" Ryan followed Shane as he stumbled down the street, "You can barely stand much less walk half way across the city! You need to rest, come back with me. My home isn't too far from here." Ryan offered, Shane looking at him as though he'd grown a second head.

"No offence, Ryan, but I've not long woke up after being kidnapped and forced into a satanic ritual, I'm not going home with a total stranger." He had a fair point, Ryan unable to deny his wishes.

"Okay, but I'm not leaving you on your own right now. I'll walk you back home. Do you know the way?" Shane stopped walking and turned to Ryan now, looking him up and down. "What?"

"You don't even know me. I'm some weird stranger that's half undressed and covered in blood... and you're gonna willingly follow me back to my home?" He scoffed at Ryan's nod, an innocence on his face that he found intriguing. Delectable. That thought left his mind just as quickly as it entered. "You don't have a lot of street smarts, do you? I'm fine, Ryan. I'll be okay. Just go home, I can look after myself." As if the universe tried to spite him Shane's knees gave out and he stumbled to the side as soon as he finished that sentence, crashing into the rough brick wall and scuffing his skin. "Fuck..."

"Let me help you." Ryan held his hand out, Shane looking at it for a moment as though it was some kind of test. The last time Ryan had touched him it felt like his hand was an iron gauntlet set ablaze, melting into his skin. He wasn't taking that chance again.

"I don't need your help. I just need my damn glasses and fuckin' stability on my feet for more than five seconds." Shane pushed himself off the wall and continued down the street, listening for footsteps behind him. It was quiet, Shane not sure how to feel about being alone now. Ryan was right after all: Shane really didn't want to be alone after what had happened to him.

A few seconds later Shane heard the sound of footsteps behind him and saw Ryan catching up to him in his peripheral vision. As much as he didn't want to admit he wanted Ryan's help... he was glad he wasn't alone. He didn't protest this time, instead the two of them walked in silence, Ryan guiding him through the streets towards his apartment after realising Shane had no idea where he was.

Ryan watched Shane closely from time to time, just to make sure he was okay. He was walking with his head down, arms hugging his body. He looked cold, in pain and walking barefoot only seemed to make him more and more uncomfortable as time passed. Ryan wished he could warm him up somehow, but he also didn't have a coat with him and Shane refused to be touched for warmth. The best Ryan could hope for was just walking close beside him, making sure he didn't nearly fall over again.

Shane felt like he was coping with the pain okay. There was still a burning in his lungs and his skin felt like it looked: shredded and bruised, but he wasn't complaining about it out loud like he wanted to so that was something he supposed. His feet were starting to sting from all the little stones he'd stepped on and he was shivering slightly from the cold, but it wasn't unbearable just yet, he just needed to keep going. Ryan seemed to know which way to go, as much as he didn't like to admit it: he was entirely dependant on him to get home.

Ten minutes of pretending everything was okay couldn't last however. One moment Shane was trying to subtly take in a deep breath, the next he found all the air in his lungs ripped away from him in a crushing burst of pain. He stopped walking with a gasp, worried he was having a heart attack or something, Ryan also fretting beside him as he dropped to his knees.

Ryan was speaking to him as he knelt down beside him, he knew it, but he couldn't make out any of the words through the pain. He wasn't sure what was happening to him, but he could feel something beneath his skin that was burning; it felt like there was a fire under his skin and it was trying to get out. His blood felt like it was boiling, all the cold he had previously felt had melted away and left him with sweat on his brow. There was something deep within his chest, a swirling feeling like smoke - no, like a hurricane that was somehow pounding against his ribcage: it wanted to get out. He curled in on himself, not knowing quite what was going on, but also not wanting Ryan to see - though he wasn't quite sure why.

His hand was digging into the sidewalk, he could feel his nails against the cold surface. He must be deluded, but he could have sworn he felt his nails cutting through the concrete. Impossible. This whole thing was impossible. He was probably just having a nightmare, some fucked up, stress induced dream brought on by moving across the country. That was all.

Shane watched blood drip onto the floor, coming from his nose. It was as though his nosebleed was reducing pressure as the pain and heat seemed to drip away with his blood. His whole body settled, Shane taking in a few deep breaths as he closed his eyes, just wanting to curl up into a ball right there on the sidewalk and go to sleep. He was tired, stressed and so over having to deal with the aftermath of satanic rituals.

"That's it, Shane, nice deep breaths. You're gonna be okay." Shane managed to tune into Ryan's soothing voice again, his words meaningless to him but he at least appreciated someone looking out for him. Shane wasted little time and pulled himself up again, leaning heavily on the railing of a nearby fence as he tried to get strength back into his shaking legs. If he passed out now after going through all of that he was going to be pissed off. "There's still a long way to go for your apartment, Shane. Honestly, I don't mind bringing you home with me." Ryan offered once more, Shane looking to him with blurry vision that was swimming in and out of focus.

"I'm fine." Shane was as stubborn as he was in pain. He wiped at the blood that was dribbling down from his nose, looking at it on his fingertips. "Just give me a minute to catch my breath." Ryan didn't seem to sure about that.

"You look like you're about to pass out, maybe you should sit down instead of pushing yourself." It wasn't a bad idea and Shane wasn't above admitting that, but he knew the longer he stayed on the street the longer it would take for him to get home. He just wanted this whole ordeal to be over with. He ignored Ryan again and continued onwards, hearing a sigh from him that showed the patience he'd been filled with since they first met was starting to wear thin.

The two of them continued to walk in relative silence, Shane trying to hold back reactions to all the strange sensations going on in his body. He felt like he was having an out-of-body experience at one point, that he was walking beside himself. He kept feeling like someone else was moving his limbs, that someone else was breathing in the air that was cold on the back of his throat. He knew he was just stressed and it was probably his body's way of dealing with trauma, but it was starting to freak him out the longer the sensation lasted.

After about half an hour those sensations slowly settled, Shane being left in his aching body alone with nothing but the cold and pain to accompany him. They were still no where near Shane's apartment however and the night was only getting colder. He had no idea what time it was, though he had a feeling by the colour of the sky they weren't too far off the first ebbs of sunrise on the horizon.

"Ryan... it's getting late. I'm sure I can find my way back from here." Shane wasn't sure of that at all, "I think it's gonna take me until morning to get back, I don't want you pulling an all-nighter just to walk some asshole stranger home. Please, just go home."

"I don't care about that, I was out here in the first place because I couldn't sleep." Ryan shrugged though didn't go too far into the topic, "I just want to make sure you get home okay."

"You're not one of those creeps that follow people home to their apartments, are you?" Shane joked, "Get people to let their guard down then murder them and wear their skin as a belt." He very much doubted that, but he also didn't know Ryan at all. He didn't know what he was really capable of.

"I can assure you I'm really not that kind of guy." Ryan smiled at Shane's joke at least, Shane believing his words too. Ryan really didn't seem like a threatening kind of guy, his voice was soft spoken, the care in his tone shone through. He seemed too innocent, too pure. Shane felt his mouth water as he thought about it. Wow, he really was tired... or just going crazy.

"Alright, but at least let me pay your cab fee home." Shane hoped when he was kidnapped they hadn't robbed his apartment too, even if his funds were a little tight no thanks to his big move. He could at least afford the taxi fee... he hoped.

"No, no, you don't have a pay for anything!" Ryan insisted, clearly just as stubborn as Shane, just a little more polite about it.

"No, well then you can spend the rest of the night on my couch." Shane bargained, Ryan staying quiet as he considered that for a moment.

"You know, any other time I probably would have took you up on that offer, but I've got somewhere to be early in the morning and I can't be late for it." Now Shane really did feel like an asshole, having this guy follow him around in the middle of the night when he had places to be, things to do. Shane stopped walking and looked to Ryan, Ryan simply glanced at him and kept going. "You're not gonna convince me to go home, so don't bother." Shane sighed, watching him walk off with curiosity. That innocence he felt radiating from him was playful, it smelt sweet and tasted like candy apples on his tongue. He wanted more, though he wasn't even sure what it was he wanted in the first place. This was an intangible thing, not something he could just take from Ryan, though it was certainly tempting him.

"Fine." Shane shook off the strange urges and followed Ryan again. "But when you're dead inside tomorrow morning because you got no sleep don't blame me." Shane was glad he could spend a little more time with Ryan, he wanted to know what was going on with him what that strange aura was that made him lose his mind around him. Shane wanted to know everything about him, every last little detail, he wanted to know what made him tick, what made that innocence break from time to time. He wanted to know Ryan.

An hour and a half later the two arrived at Shane's apartment complex, stood outside as Shane squinted at the sign, making sure it was definitely the right one. As much as he needed sleep and a shower, the thing Shane wanted the most was his glasses. He had a massive headache already and spending the past two hours struggling to see anything more than a foot away from him certainly didn't help. He was glad Ryan had stuck to him like hot glue: he really wouldn't have found his way home without him.

They made their way up the stairs, no thanks to the lift being broken, Shane stopping outside his apartment with a sigh. The door was practically hanging off the hinges, something he'd have to deal with sooner rather than later. Hopefully no one else had been here since he'd been gone, he'd be really pissed off if he found out someone stole his TV while he was busy being a human sacrifice.

Shane took one step into his apartment before feeling a sensation of dread run down his spine, mixed in with something else that he couldn't quite pinpoint. Excitement? Anticipation? Pleasure? It was a strange feeling and not one he wanted to think about whilst Ryan was currently checking out his décor. Whatever it was it made him uncomfortable, as though it was something he should be experiencing alone, not with a near-stranger stood in his home.

"You've got a nice place here." Ryan commented, Shane just humming and running his fingers through his hair as he made a beeline for his glasses, left knocked on the floor from when some creep shoved a bag over his head. The frame was a little loose but they weren't broken to Shane's relief, he didn't think he could handle them being broke in his current state. He felt twitchy and aggravated all of a sudden, like someone being in his home was a massive problem. It really wasn't, Shane didn't like being alone so he had no idea why it was making him feel that way. He'd never wanted to be alone more than in this current second. "Shame about your door though, I can get someone to fix that. I know a handy guy who does a lot of voluntary work, I can see if he's free tomorrow, if you want?"

"Yeah, sure." Shane muttered as he took in a calming breath. What the hell was wrong with him? He felt like a cornered animal.

"You okay?" Ryan noticed Shane's shift in behaviour and tone.

"Fine." Shane was pacing, he wasn't 'fine' at all. "Just... just wanna get this blood off, y'know." He made up on the spot, "It's just dawned on me that I've got fucking blood all over me. I know it's my own... probably." He muttered that last part, "But blood is blood. I feel kinda gross right now."

"Oh." Ryan stayed quiet for a second. "Okay, well, I should probably call a cab then." He patted his pockets then froze with a frown on his face. "Oh." Another pause. "Um, can I borrow your phone? I must have left mine at home, I left in a hurry, I wasn't really thinking." Shane was curious as to what Ryan was doing before they met, but he was far too preoccupied to look into it any further for the time being.

"If it's still here, sure." Shane made his way into the bedroom, finding his phone where he left it: still on charge on his bedside table. He picked it up and dialled the first taxi company that came up when he googled it, stepping back into the living room. "What's your address?" He asked, Ryan looking up from the far side of the room. He was looking at Shane's little trinkets that decorated his shelf, little nerdy things he didn't expect a jock-looking guy like Ryan to understand or recognise.

Ryan told him his address, Shane reciting it back to the tired sounding employee and asking to pay over the phone which bothered Ryan. He insisted he would pay for it but Shane shut him down with a glare and headed off to get his card details.

"Thank you, I owe you one." Ryan spoke as Shane walked back into the living room, sitting down on the couch and praying he didn't just stain the material with blood. At this point he didn't really care, but it was a brand new couch... it would have been nice to have it stain free for a little over a week.

"Consider us even." Shane wouldn't have found his way home without Ryan putting up with all his stubbornness. He sighed, leaning forward slightly with his head in his hands as another wave of dread rushed down his spine, making him feel a little sickly.

"I... I can wait outside if you want to take a shower. Honestly, you look really uncomfortable right now. I should just go." Ryan stood up, Shane not wanting to stop him, but he also didn't want him to just leave like that. He liked him, he was nice... and he wanted to indulge more in the innocence that radiated from him.

"Wait!" Shane stood up again, his aching bones protesting but he ignored them with a low wince, Ryan giving him a sympathetic smile. "Let me give you my number... just in case." He grabbed a pen and post-it note and scribbled it down in his best handwriting - although even his best was a little sloppy given his current condition. "Here." He handed Ryan the paper. "And uh... thanks for, y'know, for everything. I'd still be wandering around Arcadia blind right now if it wasn't for you."

"I'm just glad you got home safe." Ryan smiled, warmth shining from the expression. Shane wasn't sure if he was just losing his mind from trauma or if he was just tired, but Shane couldn't help but think that the sight was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life. He hadn't properly looked at Ryan, not since getting his glasses anyway. He was able to see him much clearer now, the way his hair was messy from running yet curled to perfection, a lone curl hanging above his forehead like god damn Superman. His eyes were dark yet glistened in the light, shades of honey and the sun itself reflecting back at Shane. And his smile... man, that smile, Shane wanted to get lost in it. He wanted to cave in to all those strange new instincts rushing through his body, he wanted a taste. He wanted to know what beauty felt like against his skin, what it tasted like against his tongue.

"So, uh... is that okay?" It dawned on Shane that Ryan had been talking to him the entire time he'd been staring at him like a creep. "Shane?"

"Uh... yeah." Shane had no idea what he was agreeing to.

"Great, I'll be back tomorrow after work then." Ryan backed out of the door, looking at the broken hinges. "You should probably try and barricade this shut tonight, you don't want to get robbed. Goodnight Shane, I hope you're feeling a little better in the morning."

"Yeah, you too - I mean, thanks, you have a goodnight too, not that you need to feel better. I meant have a good night, not get better - not that I'm wishing bad luck or sickness on you or whatever... uh, have a goodnight - or what's left of it anyway... I'm gonna stop talking now." Ryan laughed at his awkwardness, Shane red in the face but still wore a smile. He liked Ryan's laugh, it was unabashed and bright, just like him.

"See you tomorrow." Ryan waved him off, heading down the hallway. Shane watched him until he turned the corner then set to work trying to get his door to shut. In the end he dragged his coffee table in front of it, managing to get it closed with a little elbow grease. After that he made his way to the bathroom, turning on the shower and kicking off his sweatpants as he waited for the water to warm up.

Just as Shane was about to step under the water he felt another wave of pain crush through his body. His blood felt like it was boiling once more and his bones felt like they were breaking beneath his skin. He fell to his knees, the water from the shower evaporating as it hit his back with a sizzle. He tried to find some stability, gripping onto the slippery flooring and being met with the sharp sound of the material scraping beneath his fingernails. He looked down, watching blood pooling under his nails and mixing with the water as it circled around the drain.

Shane's vision blurred for a second, his nails looking like red claws in his unfocused sight though they were perfectly ordinary once his sight recovered. The bleeding began to slow as the pain faded, seeping out of his skin like steam. He cooled down almost instantly as his body relaxed and he lay down on the floor, curled up in a ball and panting beside the shower spray. He watched the rest of his blood disappear down the drain with tiredness in his eyes, all traces of whatever the fuck just happened disappearing aside from his fingertips being stained slightly red. Yet there still remained claw marks on the floor... maybe he wasn't deluding everything?

He was just tired, that was all. Tired and in pain. Shane was just imagining everything, he was going crazy through trauma. He just wanted to go to bed. Shane groaned as he pulled himself up, washing away the rest of the blood that was still on his torso and face before turning off the shower and grabbing a towel. He barely bothered drying himself off before making his way to his bedroom and collapsing down on his bed with a sigh. This was all just a nightmare, everything would be okay in the morning, he was sure of it. He just wanted to forget this whole thing ever happened.

Shane closed his eyes, ready to sink down into sleep when he heard the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table. He leaned over and glanced at the screen, seeing it was from an unknown number.

Just got home, thanks for the cab. I'll be round tomorrow with the guys to fix your door. Keep safe, Ryan x

Shane smiled at the little kiss at the end, what a sap wearing his heart on his sleeve. Maybe Shane didn't want to forget everything that happened. He wasn't really sure what was eating away at Ryan that would cause him to go for a run at three in the morning but he was glad he did, the two of them may have never met in their lifetime without it.

Thanks for looking out for me tonight. I owe you for this. Goodnight Ryan x

Sure, Shane responded with a kiss at the end too, sue him. He put his phone down and closed his eyes with a smile on his face. While Ryan made him feel like everything would be okay Shane couldn't help but feel dread in the pit of his stomach. Whatever happened to him tonight was just the beginning, of that he was sure. He didn't know what was happening to him, whether it was physical or psychological but he knew it wasn't good.

He just hoped Ryan would be willing to stick by him just a little longer. He didn't want to go through this alone... whatever this was.