#what about the bells are they accessories or????

[misspelledwordswizard]

I understand that fairies like bright colors or objects, Since we always say that Hyrule is part fairy, imagine having something shiny in your hand and the poor boy, with his pupils enlarged like a cat on catnip, can't stop looking at the object as you slowly move it back and forth between here and there, entertained by the way our fairy boy follows it with his eyes

arkdkska I love fairy Hyrule, I loved writing this, thanks for the request!!

Fairy thing

The boy’s eyes moved rhythmically as the necklace swung, fixated on the movement, unable to notice anything else that was happening around him. He almost seemed to be fighting against it, but if that were true then he had already lost this battle a long time ago. My lips twitched instinctively as I watched him with almost as much focus as he was looking at the object in my hands.

I didn’t do it out of malice. It was just a tragic coincidence. We were talking quietly while not everyone else was awake. Naturally, since it was early in the morning, those who were already up were organizing themselves to speed up when we got back on the trail. In my case, I was finishing equipping accessories like belts, putting my sword and shield on my back, and even putting on my golden necklace that I sometimes wear. But, it just so happened that I was talking to Hyrule while I was doing this. I had no idea this could happen, at first I thought it was some kind of weird joke coming from him, until no matter how many times I called him, he couldn’t answer me, not coherently at least, being much more interested in the shiny object swinging. It didn’t take long for me to associate this with the Traveler’s fae side. This, though, was something I didn’t know much about, but I’d heard a few things about faeries, such as their fondness for shiny things, which seemed almost confirmed by this.

I was going to get it out of his sight as quickly as possible when I realized it, but he seemed so adorable like this. I know, a little cruel, but it didn’t really seem to bother him, maybe I should give it to him later as na apology. Do faeries hoard golden things like dragons? It would be curious to see.

— Rulie, what were you talking about? About using monster parts in meals. – I asked, testing how active his brain was.

— I... talking... – He tried, but couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

— Do you like that?

— ... Yes

I had to hold back a laugh. Okay, maybe it was really a little cruel. But it is indeed interesting, this whole fascination of his for shiny things. I think now I’ll have to start saving all the similar things I find to give to him. I wonder what other things about fairies are correct, does he like sweets? Does he burn himself with iron? When he’s talking in his fairy form does it sound like a bell?

— Rulie, what do you like? – I tried again.

— Shiny things... – He answered, still focused.

— What else?

— I like you...

The pendulum movement I was making with the necklace stopped in surprise. I couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or if this necklace thing was really starting to affect his poor brain, but it was enough to make my face hot as hell. I figured it was best to stop this.

— What’s going on? Why does the Traveler look so silly? – The Captain’s voice caught my attention, making me look away from the fairy boy.

— Oh, I think he likes shiny things. A little too much.

— And you’re using that against him? How cruel. – Wars replied in a mocking tone.

— Yeah, I’m stopping, that really was a bad idea. – I concluded, looking away to hide my blush.

I picked up the necklace, leaving it completely out of Hyrule’s sight, and I could see, out of the corner of my eye, him blinking rapidly, regaining consciousness. I intended to apologize, of course. For a moment I thought he didn’t remember what he had said, but then he stopped for a moment in pure shock, and his face became even redder than mine. His nervousness became visible as he began to move away and stutter, looking for na excuse to get out of there.

— Look, I’m... I’m going to help Time! Excuse me! – I saw him say blushing as he walked away. He definitely knows what he said.

— Geez, what’s came over him? – Wars asked, curious about the possible gossip. I shrugged, trying to avoid my own embarrassment.

— It must be a fairy thing.

[fashionsfromhistory]

Boots

1880s

Italian

The MET (Accession Number: C.I.42.24.4)

[jazzyoranges]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader (r is also implied to be more masculine-leaning)

Summary: Tara rides you 🤷‍♀️ no Ghostface au

Words: 3.5k

A/n: the card game they play is called “do or drink” so if you don’t understand the rules here, search it up and it’ll probably make more sense

Warnings: G!P reader, explicit sex, unprotected sex (you pull out dw), blowjob, face fucking, Tara lowkey has a size kink, R has a praise kink lol, service top!R, power bottom!T (i think? idk positions that well)

MINORS DNI!!

Tara didn’t really feel like being at this party. Unfortunately for her, she was a victim of peer pressure by Mindy. The twin said something about “getting laid” and how Tara needed to “get some”, but in all honesty, she wasn’t actually listening

The party she was at was cowboy/southern-themed, and Tara opted to wear some plaid and a white crop top. Chad went fully cowboy, through. Tara said he looked like a dork, but his eyes were set on looking like someone from Red Dead Redemption. The brunette didn’t know how he did it, but Chad didn’t even look half bad. Tara swears he has a superpower at looking stupid and not stupid at the same time

Mindy on the other hand, did the least. The twin adorned a black shirt and a brown leather jacket with southern-ish accessories

Chad didn’t bother knocking or ringing the bell over the loud music, and he let himself, Mindy, and Tara into the house. There was a familiar smell in the house. Weed and alcohol absolutely flamed her nostrils, and she scrunched up her nose. When Tara’s eyes landed on you, she swore you were a goddess straight from Texas heaven

“Mindy.”

“I see her, Tara”

“Mindy.”

“No straight woman wears a wife beater. You’re in the clear”

In Tara’s favor, Chad yelled your name and waved you over

“Mindy, Tara, this is Y/N! She coached me back in Woodsboro. She’s also from Texas, so i invited her to show up all the fake cowboys like me” The football player slung an arm around your shoulder, and you held out your hand for the two girls to shake

“Nice to meet you two” Your accent was practically nonexistent, but certain words have you away. When your hand meets Tara’s, yours engulfs hers and she swears she can feel her heart beating in her throat

“Chad speaks well of y’all”

“Really? I’m surprised” Mindy laughs, but Tara is too busy sweating over you to engage in conversation

“I’m gonna introduce Y/N to the rest of our friend group, i’ll see you two around!”

“Have a good night, you two” You tip your hat with a wink, and follow after Chad

“So, wanna explain?” Mindy sends a knowing glance at Tara, a small smirk on her face

“Absolutely not.” The shorter girl makes her way into the kitchen, pouring herself a solo cup of whatever alcohol she can find. Tara chooses to ignore the burning sensation down her throat

“Nope, you’re going to talk right now. I didn’t even know you were into women like her”

“Neither did i, that’s the problem” Tara groans, covering her face with her hands

“What’s the plan?”

“There is no plan, Mindy. I don’t even know how to get close to her…” Eros or Aphrodite must’ve been listening real close because not a second later, she sees you being dragged around by Chad, rounding up a few people to play a drinking card game

“Tara! Mindy! Play drinking games with us? Ethan, Quinn, Y/N, Amber, Wes, Anika, Liv, a few other people and i are playing”

Mindy nods, and they follow you two to the living room, where all the aforementioned people were sitting. Some on the couch and some on the floor. You took your spot on the floor with Chad on your left, and Quinn on your right on the couch.

Chad clears his throat, and all eyes are on him. “Alright! Rules are simple. Everyone has to draw a white card, and do what it says. If you get a white card that says ‘Draw’, you have to get a black card and either do what it says, or drink however much it tells you. Make sense?”

The group nods, and small discussions are made between people. Tara is seated between Mindy, who’s talking to Anika, and Ethan, who’s talking to Chad

“Since i’m the one that wanted to play, i will graciously go first” Chad pulls his white card, and his face lights up. “War! Challenge another player to an arm wrestle. The loser must drink”

The twin gets up, and he points straight at your forehead. “Y/N! This cowboy challenges you in a duel of our arms!”

“How could i say no. I agree to your challenge, my good sir” You shake hands, and make your way to the coffee table in the middle of the room. Tara is on your right, and you give her a perfect view of your bicep

“You look nervous, Chad. Are you afraid?”

“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Therefore, the student always wins” he smiles at you, and your competitive side starts to bubble up

“When i win, i’ll make sure to spoon feed you your own words” readjusting your grip on Chad’s hand, Ethan makes his way over to be the referee

“Three…”

Tara notices your concentrated face, and how you bite your lip in anticipation

“Two…”

You adjust your grip once again, and Tara wonders what else your hands can do

“One!” Ethan lets go of yours and Chad’s attached hands, and they both stay in place. Tara can tell you two were pretty evenly matched

“C’mon, Y/N! Gag him!” Mindy cheers for you

“Don’t listen to her, babe. You got this!” Liv cheers for Chad

“Show him up, Y/N! You’ve got it” Tara cheers with a smile on her face, and you momentarily stop pushing before you catch yourself

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Losing already?”

“We’ll see” When you hear Tara say your name again, a new urge to win rushes through your body. In one swift motion, Chad’s hand meets the table, and those who were supporting you cheer

“What did you say about the student always winning?” You say with a wide grin on your face, and you kiss your arm in a show of ego

“That was a fluke! I want a rematch!” The twin says playfully

“Like you wouldn’t just lose again”

“Whatever, it’s your turn to draw”

You pick up a card, and you laugh to yourself. “Vote! On the count of three, everyone points to the person they think has had sex in the most interesting spot. The player with the most votes must confess their sex spot and take a drink”

“Alright! Three, two, one!” You count down, and mostly everyone is mostly pointing at Quinn

“Geez, what do you guys think of me?” She takes a sip of her drink. “And my most interesting spot was under the bleachers during his football practice”

This goes on until it’s Tara’s turn. Amber got an “All brunettes must drink” card, Anika got to be Simon in Simon Says (which Tara had to drink for losing first), and Mindy drew a card that made all of the single people drink. Luckily for Tara, you drank when Mindy pulled her card

“Your turn, Tara! What’ll you get?” Chad quickly made himself the keeper of cards, sitting in the middle as you sat on the couch in his place. Tara leans over, and she takes a card from Chad. Revealing her card, she see’s it says to draw

“Our very first ‘Draw’ card! I wonder what it’ll be” Chad grins, and Tara pulls a black card from the deck

“Spin a bottle. Whoever it lands on, sit on their lap for the next 2 rounds or both must drink four times”

Oohs are exchanged throughout the group, and Tara rolls her eyes in embarrassment. Less than a second later, Chad hands Tara an empty beer bottle. The twin takes his spot somewhere in the circle, and the brunette spins the bottle

“I’ll pray it lands on her” Mindy playfully nudges her shoulder, and Tara blushes. Neither of you knew it, but both you and the brunette hoped the bottle ended up pointing at you. It went around once, twice, three times

Slowly passing by the person to your right, the bottle points straight at you and you swear time stops for a second. Tara meets your eyes, and you swear she’s blushing when Mindy shoves her towards you

Tara awkwardly sits on your lap, moving to find a comfortable spot

You place a reassuring hand on her hip. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? If you’re uncomfortable, nobody is gonna judge you” Tara can feel your hand leave her side, and the smaller girl has to physically stop herself from letting out a whine of frustration

“I’m not uncomfortable. I just… need to adjust.” The brunette not-so-accidentally grinds her hips against yours, and she swears she hears you let out a tiny groan

It’s Wes’ turn next, but Tara can’t focus as she gropes around the couch for your hands. The alcohol in her system takes over when she leans back into you, and makes you wrap your arms around her torso. You happily oblige

“You having a good night, so far?”

Tara decides to be bold. “It’s definitely better in your lap”

Despite your semi-hard cock uncomfortably rubbing against your jeans, you try your best to learn more about Tara. Asking how her day was, what she’s majoring in, if she has any family; all while the brunette causes more friction by slowly rubbing her ass on your crotch. You have to suppress many moans as she not-so-casually grinds on you

Tara learns that you used to work on a family farm in Texas, but moved to California for college. You told her about the animals, the pumpkin patches, and looking up at the stars with your siblings

Not even noticing it’s your turn again, Chad has to remind you to draw a card. You instantly miss Tara’s heat when she crawls off your lap so you can draw a card. The game goes on for the next hour or so, and you can barely remember what you had to do after all the drinks you’ve had

You end up having to quit the game halfway through when you refuse to send a nude photo of yourself to a random number or take a drink. Tara’s card no longer applies very early on, but she actively decides to sit in your lap for the rest of the game

Amber kicks out the rest of the party-goers around 1 am, and you’ve been tasked to drive Tara and Mindy home. Somehow you’re the least drunk. Since Chad was their ride and he’s off somewhere making out with Liv, you so graciously offered to drive them home.

The ride to Mindy’s house was quiet, but it was a comfortable quiet. You tapped on the steering wheel to the soft music, Mindy was half asleep, and Tara was discreetly trying to look at you from the passenger seat. You dropped Mindy off at her place, and now you were on your way to Tara’s house. The moonlight was hitting your eyes in the right way, causing them to sparkle the tiniest bit Tara had a little staring problem

“Do i have something on my face?”

“Do you want to stay over at my place?” The brunette blurts out, instantly regretting her words. “I mean- uh, if you want…”

“Sure, i’d like to stay over. I’m pretty sure i have some extra clothes in here, anyway. Any scary dogs i should beware of?”

“Does my sister count?”

“Only if she bites” This earns a laugh from Tara, and you mentally pat yourself on the back

“Definitely beware of her. She’s staying at her boyfriends place tonight, so you’re good”

“Noted” You pull into the Carpenters driveway, and both of you get out. Grabbing an extra hoodie, shirt, and shorts, you follow Tara into her house

“Bathroom is on the left. Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure, you can pick”

“You’re gonna wish you never said that. Let’s watch The Babadook”

“Seriously? Dude, i used to jump like six feet in the air when the floor boards creaked in the barn”

“You’ll live” Rolling your eyes at her words, you made your way to her bathroom to change. You made sure to freshen up, even though you two were just watching a movie. The smell of buttered popcorn filled your lungs and you could faintly hear the popping kernels

When you leave her bathroom, Tara’s already changed into something more comfortable

“Do we have to watch something scary? Can’t we watch a sitcom or something?”

“Listen, you let me decide but we don’t have to if you don’t wanna” Tara finds her seat on the couch, your shoulders touching when she sits down the bowl of popcorn between you two

“But i will think you’re a pussy”

“The Babadook it is” You click play on the remote, and Tara lays her head on your shoulder. She barely pays attention to the movie, considering she’s seen it far too many times. Instead, the brunette opts to watch you and all of your reactions. You’ve raised the blanket up under your nose and leaned into Tara about 20 times, and the movie is just about halfway through

Every now and again you’d flinch in anticipation, and Tara would rub your thigh in support. You don’t know if your heart is beating due to the movie, or due to Tara practically being on top of you for the second time this night

When the movie ends and the credits roll, you can only stare at the black screen and Tara lets out a laugh

“So, what do you think?”

“I don’t think i’ll be able to sleep tonight, Tara”

“You’ll be okay” The brunette pats your cheek

“Can we watch something lighter? Like My Little Pony?”

“Of course you were a horse girl”

“Actually i was an Equestria Girls girl, thank you” You huff

“Tomato, potato, they were all ponies” Tara rolls her eyes, and smiles “I think i have another horror movie you’ll like. Well, it’s technically a trilogy”

“Absolutely not! I’d like to be able to close my eyes tonight and not hallucinate a monster leaning over me”

“There’s a scene where two girls kiss”

“…Fine.”

An hour in, the two main girls are making out in their bras, and you’re staring quite intensely at the scene. Something in the room shifts, and all of a sudden you start to feel hotter. Tara goes from rubbing your thigh to slowly dragging her hand to your crotch, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Your breath hitches when she starts to rub your clothed cock

“A-Are we about to do the thing?” You say unsure, but the brunette is already pulling you off the couch and leading you to her room

Before you know what’s happening, Tara is guiding you into her bedroom and pushing you up against a wall. Her kisses are hungry and fast, wanting to taste every part of you. When she starts to fiddle with your shorts, you let out a small laugh at how she huffs in frustration

“Take it off, already.”

“Someone’s needy” You tease

“I’ve been eye fucking you all night. I’m not waiting any longer. I had to drag you here myself”

“I didn’t know if i was reading your signals wrong…” You mumble, and Tara hates how adorable you look. God why were you cute and hot at the same time

“I was grinding on you the entirety of those two rounds at the party”

“You said you were adjusting! I thought my lap was uncomfortable!”

“I hate how the oblivious ones are always the hottest.” Tara finally manages to pull down your shorts through shaky hands, and she feels her mouth water when she sees the small tent in your underwear

“Spider-man boxers?” the shorter girl quirks an eyebrow at you

“I didn’t think i’d have sex tonight” You suck in a breath when Tara starts to rub your cock through your boxers

“Really? You didn’t think you’d get laid tonight looking like this” Tara motions to your entire body with her non-busy hand. “Maybe i should show you how pretty you are. Do you want that, baby?” The brunette squeezes your cock; and you nod, not trusting your voice to do anything but moan

As she gets on her knees, Tara pulls down your boxers just enough to reveal your hardened dick

“Jesus, you’re big…” The brunette says to herself, but you can feel your ego boost at her words. Tara starts to lick the veins on your shaft, and you can feel her massaging your balls. Your cock is drooling pre-cum when Tara kisses your tip, and you let out a breathy moan

“Please, Tara…”

“Tell me what you want, baby”

“Please let me fuck your mouth”

“Let me adjust to your size first. I’ll let you know when you can start, does that sound good?”

“A-Anything you want”

“You’re cute.” Tara kisses your tip again before taking it into her mouth, eliciting a moan from your throat. She swirls her tongue in a way that drives your crazy. Her hands make their way around your thighs, and Tara squeezes your ass as she takes half your cock into her mouth. The brunette squeezes your balls and you hear her gag as her nose meets your lower abdomen. The sight of Tara deepthroating your cock almost makes you cum

“Fuck.” You breathe out. You try backing away to give Tara a little room to breathe but she just ends up making you thrust into her mouth, making her gag. You pull her face away from your cock not wanting her to choke, and the shorter girl wipes a little drool off her chin

“Why’d you do that?” Tara asks, a little annoyed

“I didn’t want you to run out of breath. Your eyes were watering”

“It’s nice how much you care about me. I can assure you i can handle your cock, baby. It helps you taste good”

“If it ever gets too much or becomes uncomfortable, squeeze my hand” You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and Tara’s heart flutters at how soft you’re being despite the situation

“I promise i’ll let you know if it starts to become too much, baby” The brunette kisses your tip once again and dives right back into sucking your dick. When you look down and she gives you a small nod, your hands tangle in her hair. You start off with small thrusts, slowly going faster as Tara gets used to your size

“F-Fuck you’re amazing” Your balls slap against her chin, and Tara almost cums at how dirty it feels having you fuck her throat like a fleshlight

“Shit, i’m gonna cum, Tara…” You moan, and the brunette gives you a pleading look. You can only assume it means ‘Please cum down my throat’, so that’s exactly what you do. You release your load in her mouth with a groan, and Tara happily swallows all of it down. When she pulls away from your cock, you use your thumb to wipe away the leftover cum on her chin. Tara takes your thumb in her mouth, and licks away the rest of your semen

She gets off her knees, and gets up to pull you into another searing kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, and you moan into her mouth at the flavor

“Jesus, you’re still hard?”

“I have the stamina of a stallion” You shrug, feigning a big ego

“Oh, yeah? How about i ride you and we’ll see if you can handle it”

“You have such a beautiful way with words”

“I’d be mad about the teasing of you weren’t cute. Hurry up and get naked, already”

“Yes ma’am” Barely a second passes before Tara’s lips are on yours. In a flurry of heat, both of your clothes end up strewn about her bedroom. Tara pushes you onto her bed. She straddles your lap and kisses you with a new wave of confidence and fervor. When the brunette urges you to lay back, you have to actively keep your jaw closed at the sight of Tara. Unfortunately for you, she notices your staring

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer”

“Can i really?”

“Mm… maybe next time”

Your face lights up. “Next time?”

“After you take me on a date first. We can talk about the specifics later” Tara softly kisses the bridge of your nose, making you close your eyes and blush

“Right now, i want you in me.” The brunette on top of you lines up your tip with her pussy, slowly sinking down your shaft

“Fuck,” Tara takes the rest of your cock in her, and you massage her hips when you can feel her squeezing around you “You feel so good, baby”

Noticing how you moan at her praise, Tara takes note of this. She starts to move up and down, and the feeling of her around you earns a whimper from your throat. Moans are exchanged as Tara starts to ride you faster, constantly increasing her pace

“I’m close, Tar” You breathe out, letting her nickname slip through your lips

“Fuck i am too, baby. You’re so big” Her words are reinforced as she starts to tighten around your cock, and you have to use all your strength to pull out. You ejaculate your cum all over your stomach, and so does Tara. When you both come down from your high, the brunette notices how you’re still somehow hard

“Round two?”

—

A/n pt.2: cookie if you can guess the second movie they watch

[fatalintrouble]

Halloween Horror Nights (P.JAY)

Synopsis -- In the midst of a thrilling Halloween night, you and your friends venture to a sprawling haunted attraction filled with eerie mazes, creepy clowns, and endless jump scares. While navigating through the maze of horrors, you keep feeling the unsettling sensation of being watched.

Pairing -- scare actor!demon!jay X f!reader wordcount -- 13.9k words warnings: vivid descriptions, predator/prey, stalker behaviour, dubcon, smut (mdni), unprotected sex, corruption

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The sun was sinking behind the rooftops, casting long shadows along the dimly lit street as you strolled with Rei, Jeongin, and Yujin. The cool autumn breeze carried the scent of crisp leaves and a tinge of excitement.. There was a buzz in the air—tonight’s horror attraction was said to be the scariest yet.

Before heading to the event, though, you all made a quick stop at the local costume store. The plan was to keep things low-key with your outfits, letting the professionals handle the real scares. But none of you could resist adding a little extra flair, just enough to get into the spirit of the night without stealing the spotlight.

Rei walked next to you, her eyes scanning the street ahead, already discussing ideas for what minimal but effective pieces would add to her costume. "I’m thinking just creepy, but not over the top."

Jeongin laughed, nudging Yujin with a grin. "Yeah, Yujin here probably just needs a mask. She’s already scary enough."

"Shut up," Yujin retorted, rolling her eyes but laughing along. "I’m keeping it classy, alright? Just something mysterious, like a dark cloak or whatever."

You chuckle, enjoying the easy banter between your friends as the neon sign of the costume store flickers into view ahead. It’s small, tucked between two larger shops, but it always has the best props. Inside, it’s even cozier—dimly lit with rows of costumes hanging from racks and shelves packed with masks, wigs, and makeup.

The bell on the door jingles as you all step inside, the smell of latex and fabric hitting your senses immediately. You scan the aisles, already trying to imagine what simple yet eerie addition you could make to your outfit. Maybe a set of vampire fangs or some glowing contacts? You catch Rei grinning as she picks up a bottle of fake blood, shaking it at Jeongin and Yujin like a silent dare.

"Alright," you say, eyeing the selection in front of you, "let’s see what we can find to give the actors a run for their money—without stealing the spotlight."

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You continued down the aisles, humming along to the soft, upbeat music playing through the store’s speakers. The gentle buzz of chatter from other shoppers mixed with the rustle of fabric as you sifted through different accessories. As you passed by the rows of costumes, you overheard a little girl pointing excitedly at a mask hanging on a nearby shelf.

"Mom, I want that!" the girl exclaimed, her finger jabbing toward a mask of a particularly terrifying horror movie character.

The mother hesitated, holding up a glittery fairy costume instead. "Are you sure, honey? What about this?"

"No! I want that!" the girl insisted, her eyes fixed on the scary mask.

With a sigh, the mother relented, pulling down the mask and handing it to the girl. "Fine…" she muttered, her voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and resignation as they headed toward the cashier.

You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at the exchange, amused by how even kids were leaning into the spooky season. Turning back to the shelves, you scanned through the rows of fake fangs, glowing contacts, and eerie accessories, trying to decide what would add just the right touch to your simple look for tonight.

Then, someone came up to stand beside you. You glanced to the side, only to quickly avert your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

Fuck. He's handsome.

You looked around nervously, trying to play it cool. Across the store, Rei, Jeongin, and Yujin were deep in an argument over which ghoul-themed tops were the creepiest. You almost laughed, knowing how seriously they were taking this despite the agreement to keep it "simple."

Taking a deep breath, you turned your attention back when the guy next to you reached up and grabbed a bottle of fake blood.

"Those your friends?" he asked in a smooth voice, turning to face you.

Oh.

Up close, he was even more handsome, with sharp eyes and broad shoulders that made your heart race. You stood there for a moment, almost forgetting to respond.

"Oh! Yeah," you answered, feeling your cheeks warm.

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Seems like they’re taking that very seriously," he said, glancing over at your friends, who were now holding up ghoul tops for comparison.

"I guess so," you answered, struggling to tear your gaze away from the way his jawline seemed to catch the soft lighting.

He turned towards you and flashed a smile again. "Anyways, happy Halloween," he said, his voice smooth as he began to walk toward the cashier.

"Happy Halloween," you echoed softly, watching his back as he disappeared into the crowd of shoppers. You stood there for a moment, still reeling from the interaction, your heart beating faster than usual.

Before you could snap out of it, a sudden weight crashed into you, almost making you lose your balance. "You should be an angel!" Yujin’s excited voice pierced through your thoughts as she shoved a white dress and a pair of feathery wings into your arms.

"Angel?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to face her.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing on her heels. "It’ll totally fit you! You’ve got the whole ethereal thing going on," she added, grinning from ear to ear. You shot her a playful glare but couldn’t help the small smile creeping onto your face.

With a sigh, you glanced down at the angel costume in your hands, shrugging. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’ll be perfect! We’ll all have our own spooky themes, but you can stand out in a different way,” Yujin insisted, her excitement contagious as she tugged you towards Rei and Jeongin.

"Look who I convinced!" Yujin announced triumphantly as you joined Rei and Jeongin, still holding the angel costume. Rei took one look at the white dress and wings and smirked.

"An angel, huh?" she teased, eyeing you up and down. "It’s fitting, honestly."

Jeongin, holding two equally ghoulish shirts, raised an eyebrow. "An angel? That’s unexpected. I figured you'd go for something scarier."

You shrugged, holding the dress up to your chest. "Well, I guess I’ll be the light in the darkness tonight," you joked.

Yujin beamed, clearly proud of her choice. "Exactly! You’ll be like the calming presence when the scares get too intense."

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After making your purchases, the four of you stepped out of the costume shop, laughing and chatting as the cool evening air greeted you. Jeongin tossed a casual salute your way as you all parted ways, agreeing to meet up at his house before heading to the horror attraction later.

“See you guys in a bit!” Rei called, waving as she walked off with Yujin.

You waved back before turning toward home, clutching your shopping bag close as you made your way down the dimly lit street. The sky had deepened into a dark blue, the streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. You hummed softly to yourself, the soft crinkle of the bag and the occasional rustle of leaves the only sounds around you.

But then, out of nowhere, a shiver ran down your spine.

You slowed your steps, the feeling growing stronger as if someone’s eyes were on you. Stopping in your tracks, you turned around quickly, expecting to see someone following you.

The street was completely empty.

A hollow breeze stirred the leaves, but other than that, nothing. No footsteps. No distant voices. Just… quiet.

“That’s weird,” you muttered under your breath, shaking off the uneasy feeling as you turned back and kept walking.

But the sensation didn’t go away. With every few steps, the chill crept up your back again, prickling the hair on the back of your neck. Your eyes flicked toward the shadows, scanning every alley, every corner. Yet, every time you turned around, there was no one.

Just you.

Alone.

Your heart began to race, and before you knew it, your feet had picked up speed, almost without you realizing. The darkening streets blurred around you, your steps growing quicker, faster, until finally, you reached your house. You fumbled for your keys, your hands trembling slightly as you shoved the key into the lock and hurried inside.

Click.

The door closed and locked behind you.

You leaned against it, breathing heavily, your pulse loud in your ears. For a moment, you stood there, collecting yourself. The house was dark and quiet, but the sense of safety washed over you. Just to be sure, you crept to the window, pulling the curtains back slightly and peeking outside.

Nothing.

The street was empty, just like before. The only movement came from the neighbors’ black cat, perched on a fence, staring at you with its eerie green eyes. You breathed out, relieved, and stepped back from the window.

“Paranoid,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head. “Just paranoid.”

You tossed your shopping bag onto your bed and flopped down, trying to shake off the lingering unease. It was probably just the thought of the horror attraction messing with your head.

Meanwhile, outside, the black cat jumped down from the fence with a soft thud, letting out a quiet meow. It rubbed itself affectionately against the leg of someone standing nearby—a tall figure, their face obscured by the hood of a dark jacket.

The figure crouched down, their gloved hand gently scratching behind the cat’s ears. “Good kitty,” they whispered, a chilling softness to their voice.

Then, slowly, they stood up, their shadow stretching across the ground as they turned to look up at your house. The hood concealed their face, but their eyes—glinting from beneath—were locked on your window, watching. Waiting.

You stood up from your bed after awhile, trying to shake off the eerie feeling that had settled over you. There was no reason to be paranoid, you told yourself. It was just your imagination running wild after a long day, as you grabbed the angel costume Yujin had picked out, draping it over the back of a chair, and sighed.

Suddenly, the sound of a soft knock echoed from downstairs.

You froze, your heart lurching into your throat. You weren’t expecting anyone yet—Jeongin and the others weren’t supposed to meet up until later. You waited, holding your breath, listening. Another knock, this time more deliberate.

"Probably just a neighbor," you muttered to yourself, trying to calm the rising dread that gripped your chest. Slowly, you crept down the stairs, each step sounding too loud in the stillness of the house.

When you reached the front door, you hesitated, your hand hovering over the lock. The knock came again, this time softer, almost… patient.

Swallowing your nerves, you unlocked the door and opened it just a crack, peering outside.

No one was there.

You stepped out, looking left and right, your porch illuminated only by the weak glow of the streetlight. The street was still empty. Only the black cat from earlier now sat in the middle of the road, watching you with those unblinking green eyes. It was like a shadowy sentinel, a strange calmness in the night.

Your unease deepened. There was no sign of anyone around, yet the knock had been so clear. You glanced back toward the cat, feeling that same chill crawl down your spine. Turning quickly, you shut and locked the door again, deciding not to think too much about it.

As you walked back toward the stairs, your phone buzzed. You grabbed it, hoping it was one of your friends with an early check-in. The message lit up your screen.

Jeongin: Hey, we’ll meet a little later than planned. Yujin’s running behind. You good?

You stared at the screen for a moment before typing back.

You: Yeah, all good. I’ll just hang out until then.

You set your phone down and took a deep breath, trying to shake the lingering nerves. But even as you returned to your bedroom, the unease wouldn't leave. The knock, the empty street, the cat…

You didn’t notice, as you sat back on your bed, that the figure was no longer standing in the street. The cat remained, sitting quietly in the same spot, but the hooded person had moved, disappearing into the shadows beside your house.

Their eyes were now watching through a different window, the glint of their gaze hidden as they observed your every movement.

Silent. Still.

You stood in your bedroom for a while, rubbing your arms as if trying to erase the lingering chill that had settled over you. The unsettling feeling wouldn’t let go, and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest. Shaking your head, you decided to shake off the nerves and focus on getting ready for the night ahead.

As you pulled out the angel costume from the chair, the soft fabric felt comforting in your hands. The white dress had a delicate shimmer, the lace trim giving it an ethereal quality. You laid it out on the bed, eyeing the small wings and head crown beside it.

“Okay, let’s do this,” you murmured, taking a deep breath as you began to change.

The white dress slipped over your head easily, flowing down to just above your knees. You adjusted it, admiring the way the lace caught the light. Next, you carefully rolled up the lace stockings, pulling them on to complete the look. You glanced at the mirror, already feeling a little better.

You took a moment to put on some simple heels, their soft click against the floor a pleasant distraction. Then, moving to your vanity, you started on your makeup. You opted for a light shimmer, brushing on a soft glow to your cheeks and adding a touch of highlighter to your collarbones. A bit of silver eyeshadow and a swipe of gloss completed the look, making you feel polished yet still true to the angelic theme.

With the crown of delicate feathers nestled in your hair, you stepped back to examine your reflection. You looked ready.

But as you stood there, the initial thrill began to fade. The sense of foreboding crept back in, an uncomfortable reminder of the strange events earlier. You couldn’t help but glance out the window, the curtain slightly drawn back.

The street was still empty, the only movement coming from the wind rustling through the trees. You let out a shaky breath, reminding yourself that you were safe.

“Just a little fun tonight,” you said aloud, trying to convince yourself. You grabbed your phone to check the time and noticed you still had a little while before you Yujin arrived.

Deciding to occupy your mind, you turned off the lights and made your way to the living room. You put on some music, letting the upbeat melodies fill the silence. As you moved around the room, your nerves slowly eased, the rhythm bringing you back to a state of calm.

But as you danced lightly to the music, a subtle movement caught your eye through the window. You glanced over, and for a moment, you thought you saw a figure slip behind a tree. Your heart skipped a beat, and you rushed to the window, peeking through the curtain again.

Nothing. Just the tree swaying in the wind.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” you muttered, shaking your head at your reflection in the glass. You turned away, trying to focus on the music instead, but the feeling that someone was watching you remained.

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When the doorbell rang, interrupting your thoughts, and you nearly jumped. You hurried to the door, relieved to see Yujin standing on the other side, still in her casual clothes but holding a large bag filled with her costume.

“Ready?” she grinned, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“More than ready!” you replied, opening the door wider to let her in.

You let Yujin into your house, her excitement instantly lifting the tension that had settled over you. “You can get ready in the bathroom,” you said, gesturing for her to head in. “I’ll grab something to eat while you do your thing.”

“Perfect! Thanks!” she chirped, disappearing into the bathroom with her bag of costume items.

You made your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and scanning its contents. After a moment of rummaging, you settled on a few slices of leftover pizza from the night before. Not the healthiest option, but it was quick.

As you waited for the microwave to warm up the pizza, you listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. You could hear Yujin humming to herself, probably going through her makeup routine.

A few minutes later, you pulled the warm slices from the microwave and set them on the counter, taking a bite as you leaned against the kitchen island.

You were halfway through your snack when Yujin emerged from the bathroom, now transformed into her own version of a spooky character. She wore a stunning black dress adorned with lace and a necklace of eerie charms. Her makeup was bold, with smoky eyes and dark lipstick that made her look both fierce and fabulous.

“Ta-da!” she exclaimed, striking a dramatic pose.

“Wow! You look amazing!” you said, genuinely impressed. “Definitely ready to turn some heads tonight!”

“Thanks! I was going for something a little darker, you know?” she said with a wink, walking over to the mirror to adjust her hair.

As you finished your last bite of pizza, you glanced at the clock, realizing it was almost time to meet up with Jeongin and Rei.

“Okay, we should get going soon,” you said, rinsing your plate and putting it in the dishwasher. “Let’s grab our stuff and head to Jeongin’s.”

Yujin nodded, grabbing her bag and giving you one last look. “We’re going to have a blast! Just remember, if anything weird happens, we stick together, okay?”

“Absolutely,” you replied, though a flicker of unease crossed your mind again.

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When you arrived, you could see the warm glow of lights spilling from the windows. You knocked on the door, and Jeongin opened it almost immediately, a playful grin plastered across his face.

“Finally! The angels have landed!” he teased, gesturing for you both to come inside.

You stepped into the cozy living room, where Jeongin and Rei were already decked out in their costumes. Jeongin was dressed as a classic vampire, while Rei had transformed into a ghostly specter, her makeup pale with dark shadows under her eyes.

“Look at you two! You look amazing!” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed.

“Thanks! You guys too!” Rei replied, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she eyed Yujin.

“Yujin, why were you late!” Jeongin interjected, an exaggerated tone of mock disappointment in his voice.

“Excuse me, I wasn’t the one who started a game without us,” Yujin shot back, crossing her arms with a playful pout.

You laughed, sensing the friendly banter that made your group so special. “Alright, alright! Let’s not argue over who’s late. We’re all here now, and that’s what counts!”

Jeongin threw his hands up in surrender, a smirk still on his face. “Fine.”

After a few more moments of laughter and friendly teasing, you all decided it was time to head to the attraction. Jeongin grabbed his keys, and you all filed out of the house, excitement buzzing as you made your way to his car.

The four of you piled into the vehicle, while Jeongin turned on the music, and the upbeat tunes filled the car as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Okay, who’s ready to get scared?” he asked, glancing back at you and Yujin through the rearview mirror, a grin on his face.

“Bring it on!” Yujin shouted, throwing her fists up in the air.

“I just hope I can keep my angel wings intact,” you joked, and everyone laughed.

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Before long, you arrived at the attraction, the entrance illuminated with vibrant lights and eerie decorations. The sounds of laughter and screams echoed in the distance, heightening your anticipation.

As you closed the car door and walked up to the entrance, the vibrant atmosphere enveloped you. The sounds of laughter, screams, and creepy music created a cacophony that heightened your excitement. You reached into your bag and pulled out the tickets, holding them up to the guards at the entrance. After a quick search of your purse, the guards waved you through with a friendly nod.

“Welcome to the fright fest!” one of them called out, and you grinned in response, your heart racing with anticipation.

As soon as you stepped inside, Rei linked her arm through yours, dragging you along. “Come on! We can’t waste any time!” she urged, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

Everywhere you looked, people were milling about, some in costumes of their own, others simply enjoying the show. The air was filled with an exhilarating mix of excitement and fear, punctuated by the occasional screams of unsuspecting victims who fell prey to the scare actors lurking around. It was all part of the experience, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you spotted a scare actor in a creepy clown outfit jumping out at a group of teenagers.

“Look at that!” Yujin pointed, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the crowd. “We need to get something to drink first! Can’t enjoy the horror on an empty stomach!”

“Good idea,” Jeongin agreed, and the four of you made your way to a nearby stand, where a selection of colorful drinks awaited. You each ordered something sweet, the vibrant colors matching the carnival-like atmosphere around you. As you sipped your drinks, you felt the tension from earlier dissipate, replaced by the exhilaration of being with your friends in such a lively place.

After finishing your drinks, you all exchanged eager glances, ready to dive into the attractions. “Let’s check out the corn maze!” Jeongin suggested, and everyone eagerly agreed.

As you approached the entrance of the corn maze, the towering stalks loomed overhead, casting shadows in the dim light. You could hear laughter and screams echoing from within, and the anticipation of navigating through the twists and turns made your heart race.

“Ready to get lost?” Rei joked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she pulled you toward the entrance.

“Absolutely!” you replied, a grin spreading across your face.

You all stepped into the maze, the tall cornstalks creating a narrow path that twisted and turned. As you ventured deeper, the sounds of the outside world faded away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and distant laughter.

“Stick together!” Yujin called out, her voice slightly muffled as you all tried to keep your bearings. You navigated the paths, laughing as you tried to guess which way to go.

Suddenly, a scare actor dressed as a scarecrow jumped out from behind a pile of hay, their costume ragged and tattered. You shrieked in surprise, grabbing onto Rei’s arm tightly.

“Okay, that was a good one!” you exclaimed, laughing nervously as the scarecrow let out a low, haunting laugh before disappearing back into the shadows.

“See? This is what it’s all about!” Jeongin said, clearly enjoying every second.

Every rustle of corn or distant sound sent a thrill down your spine, and you found yourself clinging to your friends, your heart racing with both fear and excitement.

“Alright, who’s brave enough to go first?” Rei challenged, looking back at you with a daring grin.

“Me!” Yujin declared, puffing out her chest. “Let’s see what’s around the next corner!”

As you ventured deeper into the corn maze, the sunlight from the entrance faded, replaced by an enveloping darkness that swallowed the narrow pathways. The rustling leaves became more pronounced, and an uneasy chill crept into the air.

“Okay, this is getting a little too dark,” you murmured, glancing around as shadows danced between the towering cornstalks.

“Agreed! I can’t see a thing,” Rei replied, squinting into the gloom. “We should use our phones!”

You nodded and quickly pulled out your phone, turning on the flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness, illuminating the path ahead just enough to navigate. Yujin and Jeongin followed suit, their phones casting a warm glow around you.

“Much better!” Yujin exclaimed, her voice echoing slightly as you all moved forward. The beams of light flickered across the corn, creating an eerie atmosphere that made your heart race with excitement.

You turned the light towards the path ahead, revealing the crooked maze that seemed to stretch endlessly in every direction. The shadows felt alive, and every so often, you thought you saw something move just outside the reach of your flashlight.

“Did you see that?” you whispered, your heart racing.

“See what?” Rei asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern.

“I thought I saw something shift over there,” you said, pointing into the darkness.

“Stop it! You’re going to freak me out!” Yujin laughed, though you could hear a slight tremor in her voice.

“Okay, okay! Just trying to keep the energy up!” you replied, trying to lighten the mood.

The beams of your phones danced along the rows of corn, but every so often, you’d catch a glimpse of something lurking in the shadows, just beyond the light. A sudden noise made you jump, and you turned your flashlight in the direction of the sound.

“Did you hear that?” you asked, your heart racing.

“Maybe it was just the wind?” Jeongin suggested, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Or something waiting for us!” Rei chimed in, and the playful banter shifted to a more serious tone as you all exchanged nervous glances.

Just then, another scare actor leaped out from behind a stalk of corn, their eerie mask and tattered clothing making you scream. You stumbled backward, and Rei grabbed your arm to steady you.

“Okay, I think we’re officially lost,” you said, laughing despite the adrenaline coursing through you. “And terrified.”

“Let’s keep together! No splitting up!” Yujin said.

“Do you think we’ll ever find our way out?” Rei joked, though her laughter held a hint of real worry.

“Of course! We just need to follow the screams,” Jeongin replied, trying to keep the mood light as you continued deeper into the maze.

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After what felt like an eternity of navigating the twists and turns of the corn maze, you finally caught a glimpse of light peeking through the stalks ahead. A collective sigh of relief escaped your lips as you and your friends quickened your pace toward the opening.

As you burst out into the open air, the sounds of the attraction flooded back, and the vibrant colors of the carnival illuminated your surroundings. You paused for a moment, taking in the brightness and the lively atmosphere.

“We made it!” Yujin exclaimed, raising her arms in triumph.

“Barely!” you chuckled, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Let’s celebrate our escape with some drinks!” Jeongin suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I saw a stand over there selling some fun cocktails. Who’s in?”

“I am!” you and Rei chimed in simultaneously, and Yujin nodded eagerly.

You all made your way to the drink stand, where a colorful array of beverages awaited. The bartender, adorned in a spooky costume, greeted you with a wide grin. “What can I get for you?”

“Surprise us!” Jeongin declared, and the bartender set to work mixing.

A few moments later, he handed you each a vibrant drink, complete with tiny skull-shaped ice cubes floating inside.

After finishing your drinks, you and your friends wandered deeper into the attraction, soaking in the electrifying atmosphere.

You passed by groups of people huddled together, sharing nervous giggles as scare actors leaped out at them.

But as you walked further, that familiar unease began to creep back in. A shiver ran down your spine, and you glanced around, suddenly acutely aware of your surroundings. It felt as if eyes were boring into you from the shadows, observing your every move.

You stopped, scanning the area, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The darkness blurred the outlines of the crowd, making it hard to pinpoint where anyone was looking.

You tried to dismiss the feeling, but it lingered, like a shadow at the edge of your vision. You took a deep breath and urged your feet to move forward, joining your friends as they continued to explore the attractions.

“Look at that!” Yujin suddenly exclaimed, pointing toward a haunted mirror maze up ahead, its entrance shrouded in fog and lit with eerie lights. “We have to go in there!”

“Absolutely! It looks awesome!” Rei agreed, her excitement momentarily distracting you from your uneasy feelings.

You all approached the entrance, the mist swirling around you as you stepped inside. The mirrors created a dizzying effect, reflecting distorted images of yourselves. The laughter and screams of patrons outside faded, leaving only the echo of your footsteps and the occasional spooky sound effect from hidden speakers.

“Okay, this is cool!” you said, your heart pounding, but this time not from fear.

“Just be careful not to bump into anything,” Jeongin warned, a mischievous grin on his face.

As you navigated through the maze, your unease faded slightly, but the feeling of being watched returned. You couldn’t shake the impression that someone—or something—was lingering just beyond the reflection, but every time you turned to look, there was nothing but the glass staring back at you.

“Hey, does anyone else feel like we’re not alone in here?” you said, your voice low, unsure if you wanted to voice your worries.

“What do you mean?” Rei asked, glancing back at you.

“Like… I just have this weird feeling, as if someone is watching us,” you admitted, your heartbeat quickening again.

Yujin rolled her eyes playfully. “It’s just the spooky atmosphere! Let’s keep moving; I want to see how far we can go without getting lost!”

Encouraged by her enthusiasm, you pressed on, but the sensation of being observed lingered in the back of your mind. Every reflection seemed to twist and distort, and for a moment, you caught a glimpse of something moving in the distance—a shadow flitting just out of reach of the light.

“Did you see that?” you asked, pausing mid-step.

“See what?” Jeongin replied, looking around.

You turned to point, but the shadow was gone. “Never mind, I must be imagining things.”

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After what felt like an exhilarating eternity, you and your friends finally navigated your way out of the funhouse mirror maze, the reflections behind you fading into the background.

As you stepped into the center of the attraction, the vibrant lights and sounds enveloped you once more. The crowd buzzed with energy, but your focus shifted as you spotted a brightly colored clown funhouse not far ahead, its entrance adorned with swirling patterns and flashing lights. A sign above read, “Enter if you dare!”

“Let’s do it!” Yujin said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Clowns? Seriously?” you replied, feigning horror. “You all know they creep me out!”

Rei laughed, nudging you playfully. “That’s exactly why we have to go in! Come on, it’ll be fun!”

With a mixture of excitement and trepidation, you followed your friends toward the entrance. As you stepped inside, the sounds of laughter and carnival music greeted you, but there was also an eerie undertone that sent a shiver down your spine.

The inside was decorated with bright colors and chaotic patterns that made it hard to focus. Clowns of all shapes and sizes decorated the walls, some smiling widely while others bore twisted grins that made your heart race.

“Welcome to the funhouse!” a cheerful clown exclaimed as you entered, their voice jarring against the unsettling atmosphere. “Let’s see if you can make it out without getting scared!”

You exchanged nervous glances with your friends as you moved deeper into the funhouse, the walls seemingly closing in around you. The laughter of the patrons mixed with creepy sound effects, creating an almost claustrophobic atmosphere.

As you navigated through the maze of mirrors, slides, and silly obstacles, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something—someone—was watching you. Every time you turned your head, though, there was nothing there but laughter and flashing lights.

“Did you feel that?” you asked, glancing around at your friends, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Feel what?” Rei responded, frowning as she looked at you.

“Like… someone is following us?” you said, scanning the corners of the funhouse for any lurking figures.

“Maybe it’s just the clowns,” Jeongin joked, trying to lighten the mood, but the playful edge in his voice didn’t quite mask the unease that was creeping in.

As you continued walking, you caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye—movement in the shadows just beyond the bright lights and the colorful decor. You turned your head quickly, but again, there was nothing there.

“Guys, I’m serious. I think someone is watching us,” you insisted, your heart pounding.

“Okay, now you’re starting to freak me out,” Yujin said, glancing around nervously. “Can we just keep moving? I don’t want to stay in here any longer than we have to.”

You pushed forward, trying to shake off the feeling, but the sensation only grew stronger as you moved deeper into the funhouse. Suddenly, you felt a cold draft rush past you, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

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When you and your friends finally stumbled out of the clown funhouse, the cool night air washed over you like a refreshing wave. You paused, taking deep breaths to shake off the lingering adrenaline from the chaotic atmosphere inside.

“Wow, that was intense!” Yujin exclaimed, leaning against the wall for support, her laughter echoing the relief in your chest.

“Seriously! I thought I was going to lose it in there,” you admitted, wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. The chill of the night felt comforting after the disorienting experience within the funhouse.

“We survived the clowns, though!” Rei said, a triumphant grin spreading across her face. “What’s next?”

You all took a moment to just chill, watching the bustling crowd around you. The attraction was alive with people wandering from one thrill to the next, all of them laughing and screaming, sharing in the excitement of the night.

Suddenly, a loud horn blared, cutting through the chatter, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically. You turned to see a horde of zombies staggering toward the center, moans echoing through the air as they stumbled in unison, dragging their feet and reaching out toward unsuspecting attendees.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, your heart racing once more.

“Look out!” Jeongin shouted, laughing as a couple of zombies lunged at a nearby group of squealing friends. Chainsaws roared to life as maniacs dressed in tattered clothing charged in behind the zombies, their chainsaws roaring, sending people scattering in delight and horror.

“Let’s move!” you said, grabbing Yujin’s hand as you led your friends away from the chaos, dodging the manic laughter and the flickering lights of the chainsaws.

As you navigated through the crowd, you caught glimpses of other creepy characters: towering clowns on stilts that danced above the throng, their painted faces contorted in exaggerated expressions. Creepy creatures from horror films loomed in the shadows, mingling among the guests.

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The clock struck 2 AM, and as you wandered through the attractions, you stumbled upon a massive haunted mansion looming ahead, its dark silhouette almost swallowing the light around it. The flickering lanterns lining the entrance cast eerie shadows, and you felt an undeniable pull to explore what lay within.

“Let’s go in!” Jeongin declared, pushing open the enormous doors that creaked ominously. You felt a thrill run through you, and with a glance back at Rei and Yujin, you followed him inside, the cobwebs brushing against your arms as you crossed the threshold.

The interior was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of dust and something faintly sweet, reminiscent of rotten wood. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and eerie ghostly figures dangled from above, swaying slightly as if whispering secrets to each other.

Before you could fully acclimate to the atmosphere, a loud roar shattered the silence, and a werewolf lunged from the shadows, teeth bared and eyes glowing. You screamed, adrenaline coursing through you as you instinctively grabbed Yujin's arm and took off running.

“Run!” she shouted, as you dashed deeper into the mansion. The dark corridors were filled with traps and jump scares, each turn revealing something more terrifying than the last. As you raced through the twisting hallways, the laughter and screams of your friends echoed faintly behind you, urging you to keep moving.

But in the chaos, you found yourself veering off into a side hallway, the darkness swallowing you whole. You tried to call out for your friends, but your voice felt swallowed by the oppressive atmosphere.

“Yujin? Rei? Jeongin?” you shouted, but only silence responded. The mansion was a labyrinth, and with every step, you felt more disoriented. The flickering lights cast strange shadows, and every creak of the floorboards made your heart race. You tried to retrace your steps, but the narrow passageways twisted into confusing angles, each corner looking just like the last.

Wandering through the maze, you stumbled upon a dusty parlor filled with antique furniture draped in white sheets. A single candle flickered in the corner, casting a soft glow over a cracked mirror. You approached it cautiously, catching your reflection—pale and wide-eyed, hair tousled from your frantic escape.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed from somewhere nearby, and you jumped, heart racing anew. You spun around, trying to find the source of the noise, but the shadows danced around you, playing tricks on your mind.

“Think, think,” you murmured to yourself, trying to steady your breathing. The eerie atmosphere pressed down on you, and the feeling of being watched returned with a vengeance.

You took a deep breath, focusing on the sounds around you. Beyond the walls, you could faintly hear the laughter and screams of other patrons, a reminder that you weren’t alone in this twisted mansion. Summoning your courage, you began to move toward the noise, hoping it would lead you back to your friends.

Navigating through the dark corridors, you passed through a series of rooms that seemed to come alive with each step. In one room, a ghostly figure drifted past, its face pale and haunting. You held your breath, willing yourself not to scream as you ducked behind a piece of furniture, waiting for it to pass.

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” you muttered under your breath, frustration creeping in alongside the fear. The mansion was filled with traps—who knew what else lurked in the shadows?

Just as you turned to continue your search, a sudden, chilling laugh echoed through the hallway. It was followed by the unmistakable sound of chains rattling. You froze, heart racing as you turned slowly, scanning the darkened corners of the mansion for any sign of movement.

Your heart sank. This was not just a haunted house; it felt like a game of cat and mouse.

Gathering your courage, you pressed on, the eerie laughter still echoing in your ears. You rounded a corner, and there it was—a staircase spiraling upward into the darkness.

“Maybe I can find them upstairs,” you thought, taking the steps two at a time, desperate to reunite with your friends.

The air grew colder as you climbed, and the shadows danced more frantically. At the top of the stairs, you found a narrow hallway lined with closed doors. With no other choice, you began to knock on each door, calling out for Rei, Yujin, and Jeongin.

“Guys, where are you?” you shouted, voice echoing down the hallway.

But there was no response, only the whispering wind and the creaking of the old house. Panic surged within you as you tried to suppress the fear that threatened to overwhelm you. You reached the last door at the end of the hall, hesitating for just a moment before pushing it open.

The room inside was dark and empty, but as you stepped in, the door slammed shut behind you with a resounding bang. You gasped, spinning around, your heart racing as the darkness enveloped you once again.

“Okay, this is not funny!” you called out, your voice trembling.

You hurried over to the door and tugged on the handle, but it wouldn’t budge. "Damn it," you muttered under your breath, panic creeping in. You glanced around the room, searching for another way out. It was clearly meant to resemble an old attic—dusty furniture littered the space, some pieces draped with white sheets, their vague shapes adding to the eerie atmosphere.

Then, your eyes caught sight of a narrow passage hidden behind a wardrobe. You grinned to yourself and quickly made your way through, eager to escape this unsettling room. The hallway beyond was dimly lit, the walls made to look like jagged stone. You reached out to touch one, only to discover, to your relief, that it wasn’t real—just foam made to look dangerously sharp. Impressive. Whoever had designed this had gone all out to create a convincing illusion.

As you continued through the passage, the air grew colder, and the walls began to open into a larger space. You stepped forward, eyes widening as you found yourself in what appeared to be a cave. "Wow, they really went all out…" you whispered, admiring the details of the stone-like walls and stalactites hanging from above. Everything felt so immersive, almost too real.

You did come to an abrupt halt when you heard the sound of chains rattling and low groans echoing through the cave. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned to your right. Your breath hitched at the sight before you.

On a small stone hill stood a man, chained to two stone pillars on either side of him. His arms were bound by thick chains, stained with blood, and arrows pierced the stone around him. His clothes were torn, revealing a firm, muscular chest also streaked with blood. But it wasn’t just the sight of his impressive physique that made you freeze—it was the black wings extending from his back and the long, twisted red horns that sprouted from his head.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you realized who it was. Even in the dim lighting, you recognized him immediately. It was the guy from the costume store.

But now, he was no longer the handsome stranger you had encountered earlier. He looked… otherworldly, dangerous, and hauntingly beautiful in a way that made your skin tingle. His black wings shifted slightly as his head slowly lifted, his eyes locking onto yours.

Red. His eyes glowed a deep, unnatural red, and the moment they met yours, a wave of icy dread washed over you. That same feeling of being watched, the unnerving sensation you’d felt all night—it was him. He had been following you, watching you this entire time.

You couldn’t move, frozen in place by his piercing gaze. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but your legs felt heavy, your breath caught in your throat.

The man took a step forward, the chains around his wrists clanking as he did. His lips curled into a slow smile, sending a chill down your spine.

“Hello again,” he said, his voice smooth and deep, but there was something darker, something far more dangerous in his tone now.

You tried to speak, but no words came out. All you could do was stare, heart pounding in your chest.

The man’s wicked grin widened as he suddenly rose from his knees, towering over the stone hill. In an instant, the atmosphere shifted—the dim cave lights flared a deep, ominous red, casting long, eerie shadows around the cavern. The sight sent a jolt of fear down your spine.

Your breath caught in your throat as he started pulling on the chains that bound him, the fake metal links rattling with each tug. He kept pulling and pulling, his movements deliberate and terrifying, until the chains finally snapped free with a loud crack. The sound echoed through the cave, but it wasn’t the chains breaking that scared you the most—it was the way his eyes zeroed in on you, locking onto you.

For a split second, you thought, He’s a scare actor, right? This had to be part of the show…

When he suddenly leaned forward, his voice low and filled with dark amusement as he uttered one single word: “Run.”

Your blood turned to ice, and that was your cue. Without thinking, you turned on your heel and bolted. You ran like your life depended on it, your heart pounding in your chest as your feet hit the stone floor with a frantic rhythm. The sound of your own scream ripped from your throat, echoing through the cave as you sprinted through the winding passageways.

But the worst part? You could hear him. His heavy, deliberate footsteps pounded right behind you, getting closer with each second. The sound of his pursuit filled your ears, a terrifying reminder that no matter how fast you ran, he was faster. His presence loomed large, and the distance between you was shrinking far too quickly.

“Faster!” you urged yourself, your lungs burning as adrenaline surged through your veins, fueling your flight. The narrow stone walls blurred past you as you raced through the cave, your mind screaming for you to find a way out. But everywhere you turned, it felt like a dead end or a trap, the disorienting maze of the haunted mansion confusing your every step.

You glanced over your shoulder, a desperate mistake. He was right there—his smile wicked and cruel as he chased you down, his eyes glowing crimson. The sight of him so close made your heart stutter in your chest.

The fear threatened to swallow you whole, but your survival instincts kicked in. You pushed harder, your legs aching as you darted down a narrow hallway, hoping—praying—you could somehow lose him in the twists and turns. The eerie red lights flickered overhead, casting haunting shadows that played tricks on your eyes, but you didn’t dare slow down.

You rounded another corner, your pulse hammering in your ears, when suddenly, your foot caught on something. You stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, but managed to catch yourself at the last second. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you pushed onward, your muscles screaming in protest.

But you could still hear him—closer now. He was right behind you, his breath steady, his steps slow and deliberate, like he knew there was no escape.

Panic clawed at your throat. He’s going to catch me. He’s going to catch me.

And then, without warning, you saw it—an exit sign glowing faintly at the end of a long corridor. You forced your legs to move faster, the thought of freedom driving you forward. Just a few more steps, you told yourself, your heart pounding as the distance between you and the door closed.

But then… his voice, smooth and dark, echoed behind you.

“Run all you like,” he called, his laughter chilling, “but you can’t escape me.”

You didn’t dare look back this time.

You threw your entire weight against the door, your breath catching in your throat as it swung open with a loud creak. Relief washed over you for a split second—until you saw what lay beyond.

There was no exit. No fresh air, no escape. Instead, you were greeted by a long, dimly lit hallway bathed in a deep, sinister red light. The ground beneath your feet was uneven, forcing you to steady yourself as you stumbled forward. Panic rose in your chest as you realized there was no way out—not yet.

“Bad luck... it’s a fluke,” his voice echoed right behind you, low and mocking, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. You whipped your head around, heart racing, just in time to see him emerging from the shadows of the previous room, that wicked grin still plastered across his face.

Without thinking, you took off running again, adrenaline surging through your veins as your feet hit the uneven ground. The red hallway stretched out before you, impossibly long, and with each step, you could hear him getting closer, his footsteps steady and confident.

“You can’t outrun me,” his voice taunted, the sound bouncing off the walls, surrounding you. “But go on, try. I like the chase.”

You pushed harder, ignoring the burning in your lungs and the ache in your legs. The hallway seemed endless, twisting and turning like a labyrinth designed to trap you. The red lights flickered ominously, casting long shadows that danced along the walls, making it harder to see what lay ahead.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you rounded another corner, but the unsettling feeling of him right behind you never left.

You pushed yourself harder, your legs burning with exhaustion, but the flicker of light ahead fueled your desperation. You just had to make it—just a little further. But as you rounded the final corner, your heart sank.

Dead end.

A cold wave of dread washed over you as you stared at the solid wall in front of you, no doors, no escape. You spun around, your pulse racing, only to see him standing at the mouth of the corridor. His dark wings casting twisted shadows in the flickering red light. He tilted his head, his eyes glowing that eerie red, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.

“Looks like you’ve reached the end of the road,” he said, his voice smooth and taunting.

You took a step back, but there was nowhere to go. He stalked toward you, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the moment before striking. Before you could react, he was in front of you, his hand reaching out to grip your wrist. With a swift motion, he pinned you against the wall, your back hitting the cold stone as he held your arms above your head.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his body press against yours, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from him. His sharp eyes bore into you, and despite the fear coursing through you, you couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through your stomach.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “What’s the matter, little angel? You look a little… breathless.” His voice was low and teasing, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your mind screamed at you to move, to push him away, but your body betrayed you. The closeness, the intensity of his gaze, the way his touch made your skin tingle—it was intoxicating. You hated that you felt it, but there was no denying the way your heart raced, not entirely from fear.

He shifted, his lips grazing the side of your neck as he whispered, “I’ve been watching you all night… I could tell you’d be fun to chase.” He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours again, a sly smile curving his lips. “And now that I’ve caught you… what should I do with you?”

Your stomach fluttered as his words sank in, and despite the situation, you felt a strange heat rise in your chest. You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, but the way he was looking at you, so intense, made it impossible.

He chuckled softly, his free hand trailing down your arm before resting against your side. “I have to say,” he murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours, “you make quite the perfect little angel… all soft and sweet. Too bad you fell right into my trap.”

You couldn’t help but tremble under his gaze, a mix of adrenaline and something else coursing through your veins. His flirtation was dangerous, intoxicating, and it made your mind spin.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his voice dropping even lower, “do you like playing the helpless little angel? Or is there a side of you that likes the thrill… likes being caught?”

Your breath hitched as he smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Come on, admit it,” he teased, his fingers brushing along your jawline. “You’re not just scared, are you? There's a part of you that’s enjoying this.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your mind a whirlwind of emotions. His boldness, his touch, the way he towered over you—it sent conflicting feelings through your body. You hated the way your stomach fluttered, the way your heart raced at the sound of his voice, but you couldn’t deny the effect he had on you.

Leaning in even closer, his lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “What do you say, little angel? Ready to fly… or ready to fall?”

Before you could even process what was happening, his lips were on yours—fierce, commanding, and unapologetic. His hands tightened around your wrists as he pulled you closer, and you gasped at the sensation. That gasp was all he needed. He slipped his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss with a possessive hunger that made your knees weak.

Your body trembled under the weight of his kiss, the heat of him pressed against you, and for a brief, dizzying moment, you felt yourself getting lost in it. The raw, primal energy of the moment, the way he dominated the space around you—it sent your senses spinning.

But then, something clicked in your mind. Reality came crashing back, and panic surged through you. What the hell are you doing? Without thinking, you bit down hard on his bottom lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood as he yelped and jerked back, his grip loosening just enough for you to break free.

He stepped back, one hand wiping at his lip, smearing a streak of red as he inspected the blood on his fingers. For a split second, you thought you had gained the upper hand, but when his gaze flicked back to you, his expression shifted. The wicked grin returned, more dangerous than before, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.

"Bad choice, angel," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. His grin widened as he took a step toward you, his posture tense with the thrill of the chase.

You didn’t wait to see what he would do next. Fueled by pure adrenaline, you bolted, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. But this time, it was different. The fear was still there, but underneath it, something else stirred—something undeniable. The adrenaline thrumming through your veins felt addictive, almost intoxicating.

Your body betrayed you, responding to the rush of being hunted, the thrill of his eyes on you as you sprinted through the dark, winding halls of the haunted mansion. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your legs carrying you forward as fast as they could, but your heart was racing for more reasons than just fear.

The red lights flickered ominously overhead as you ran, casting eerie shadows that seemed to move with you. Every corner you turned, every twist in the maze-like mansion, you expected him to appear, his wicked grin haunting your thoughts.

I have to get out of here, you thought, your mind racing. But even as you ran, a part of you—one you didn’t want to acknowledge—thrilled at the chase, at the sensation of being pursued by someone so dangerous, so intense.

The walls seemed to close in around you, twisting and turning, disorienting you at every corner. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp earth —something that clung to your senses.

Behind you, his footsteps echoed, unhurried but relentless. "You can run all you want, angel!" his voice boomed, rough and guttural, dripping with amusement. "I will catch you."

A shiver ran down your spine, fear mingling with something else, something dangerous that twisted in your gut. The adrenaline pumped through your veins, your heartbeat a deafening drum in your ears. How had it come to this? The demon was toying with you, and yet, the terror thrummed in your body with a maddening intensity, pulling you further into the chase.

You ducked beneath an archway, barely avoiding the jagged stones jutting out of the walls. The darkness was thick, almost alive, and it wrapped around you, hiding both dangers and possible salvation. Every time you glanced over your shoulder, you could catch a glimpse of him—those glowing eyes, sharp with hunger.

The sound of his laughter cut through the air, deep and mocking, making your pulse race even faster. You had to keep moving. You couldn’t let him catch you. And yet... you couldn’t deny the way your body responded to the threat. Fear, yes—but something more. Something twisted that made your steps falter for just a moment.

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. How could fear and danger do this to you, make your body betray your instincts? But as you ran deeper into the maze, with his voice chasing you, that line between fear and exhilaration blurred more and more. And he knew it.

The uneven ground made it hard to maintain your balance, and you were too focused on the chase to notice when your heel slipped off. You stumbled, and before you could stop yourself, you crashed to the ground.

Pain shot through your body as you hit the hard floor with a loud thud, a sharp cry escaping your lips. Your hands scrambled to push yourself up, but the throbbing in your ankle made it difficult. You cursed under your breath, trying to stand, but just as you got to your feet, a pair of strong hands grabbed you from behind.

You barely had time to react before you were yanked backward, pulled into a hidden doorway that opened in the wall. You screamed, your voice echoing down the hallway, but it was quickly muffled as the door shut behind you with a heavy thud. Darkness enveloped you, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you were dragged further inside.

You were thrown onto something soft, and with a startled gasp, you scrambled to get up, your hands pressing into what felt like a couch. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your mind racing to make sense of what had just happened.

And then you saw him.

He stood there, looming in the shadows, his dark wings partially unfurled, casting long, sinister shadows against the walls. His red eyes, locked onto you with that same dangerous intensity. He stepped forward, slowly and deliberately.

“You really thought you could run from me, little angel?” His voice was low, dripping with amusement, but there was an edge to it that made your skin tingle. “I told you… I like the chase.”

You backed up against the couch, your hands gripping the cushions as you tried to steady your breath, your pulse racing uncontrollably. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. You were trapped in this room with him, and he knew it.

He smirked, taking another step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. “You put up a good fight back there,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “But you can’t run from me. Not now.”

Your throat tightened, the air in the room thick with tension. Every instinct told you to run, to escape, but your body felt frozen in place. He was too close, his presence too overwhelming.

You started backing up instinctively, your heart hammering in your chest as he stepped closer, his dark figure looming over you. The room felt smaller with every step he took, your breaths shallow and quick. You didn’t even realize you’d backed into something until the edge of the table pressed into your lower back. You glanced behind you and saw a fake plastic corpse laid out on the table, its lifeless eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

But before you could even process it, he was right in front of you. His sudden proximity made you squeak in surprise, your eyes wide as you whipped your head back toward him. He was so close, his body practically pressed against yours, and his arms were on either side of you, caging you against the table. There was no escape.

"Beautiful…" he muttered, his voice low, almost reverent, as his eyes swept over your face. His expression was intense, his gaze piercing, and for a moment, you could hardly breathe. You stared at him in stunned silence, completely thrown off by the unexpected compliment.

His eyes were softer now, though that dangerous glint still lingered just beneath the surface. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your skin as he looked at you like you were something precious—something he had chased all night and finally caught. His hand lifted, almost hesitantly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face with a surprising gentleness.

Your heart raced, not entirely out of fear anymore. His gaze was so intense, so focused on you, it made your skin tingle. His touch, though brief, sent shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. "What… what are you doing?"

He chuckled softly, his lips curling into a small smile as he leaned in just a fraction closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Admiring you," he said simply, his voice soft yet filled with that same underlying intensity. "You’re captivating, little angel… even more so now that I’ve caught you."

Your stomach fluttered at his words, a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside you.

Without warning, he scooped you up under your thighs and lifted you effortlessly onto the table, your gasp of shock echoing in the small, dimly lit room. You were suddenly eye-level with him, your heart racing faster than before as he stepped in between your legs, creating an intoxicatingly intimate space that felt both thrilling and terrifying.

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning your face, drinking in your reaction. “So delicate,” he murmured, almost to himself, as his hands began to roam over your body. His fingers trailed along the curve of your waist, brushing against your hips, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that coursed through you. You tried to crawl backward on the table, instinctively seeking some distance, but he caught you effortlessly, pulling you back to him with a teasing grin.

“Where do you think you’re going, angel?” he flirted, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and something darker. His gaze flickered to your lips, and for a moment, you felt exposed, vulnerable, caught in the web he had woven around you.

It would have been so easy to push him away, to tell him to stop, but something about the way he looked at you—the way his hands felt—made you hesitate. The alcohol coursing through your system muddied your thoughts, clouding your instincts. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and despite the fear that still lurked in the back of your mind, the undeniable thrill of his touch ignited something within you.

“Just let it happen,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. The way he spoke made it hard to remember why you should resist. He caressed your body with a gentle yet possessive touch, his fingers dancing along the edges of your costume, drawing little gasps from your lips.

Every nerve in your body was alive, thrumming with an intoxicating blend of fear and excitement. You could feel the weight of his gaze as he admired you, like he was a connoisseur appreciating a rare and beautiful piece of art. And in that moment, as he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against your neck, you felt a dangerous thrill run through you.

“Beautiful, captivating, and all mine,” he murmured, and despite the warning bells ringing in your head, a part of you couldn’t help but lean into him, drawn by the magnetic pull of his presence.

He leaned in closer, his intentions clear, but just as his lips hovered near yours, you instinctively pulled back, your heart racing. The space between you crackled with tension, the air thick with unspoken desires. His expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his features, but it was quickly replaced with a devilish grin that made your pulse quicken.

“Why so shy, little angel?” he purred, his voice smooth like honey, laced with a hint of mischief. His fingers continued their gentle exploration, caressing your waist and hips, as if he were trying to erase any hesitation you felt. “I promise I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”

You swallowed hard, trying to gather your thoughts, but his proximity, his touch, and the way he spoke made it difficult to think clearly. It was as if he were weaving a spell around you, his words wrapping around your mind like silk. “You’re too beautiful to hide away,” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. “Let me show you how much I appreciate this moment.”

It was almost enchanting, the way he sweet-talked you, making you feel like you were the only person in the world. “You’ve got nothing to fear from me,” he continued, his voice dipping lower, sending shivers down your spine. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m just… a man who sees beauty and wants to savor it.”

With each word, it felt as though he were tempting you deeper into a dark abyss, whispering sins and secrets that made your heart race. The way he looked at you, with those smoldering red eyes, made you feel both desired and vulnerable. You knew you should be scared, should push him away, but the allure of his words was intoxicating, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

“Just one kiss,” he urged softly, leaning in once more, his lips almost brushing against yours. “Just let go for a moment. Let me show you how it feels to embrace the darkness.”

You felt a pull towards him, a dangerous temptation. The combination of fear and thrill churned in your stomach, and as he continued to caress you, whispering sweetly in your ear, the line between right and wrong blurred even further. He was like a devil in disguise, enticing you to give in to your desires, to forget the world outside and just be lost in this moment with him.

You found yourself looking at him, your mind clouded with confusion and exhilaration. His red eyes sparkled as he gauged your reaction, and in that moment, you felt utterly entranced.

Taking your silence as encouragement, he leaned in again, his lips brushing softly against yours. This time, there was no hesitation, no pullback. The kiss was gentle yet electric, igniting a fire deep within you. You gasped softly, allowing yourself to melt against him as the world around you faded away.

His kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He tasted like a mix of darkness and sweetness, a contradiction that left you craving more. Each movement felt like a dance of forbidden desires, and with every brush of his lips against yours, you felt yourself losing grip on reality.

As you kissed him back, the rush of adrenaline mingled with the thrill of desire, and you found yourself craving this closeness, this danger. His hands roamed your body, caressing your curves with an urgency that made your heart race even faster. You felt utterly consumed by him, a part of you surrendering to the wild rush of emotions.

He pulled back slightly, his lips barely inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. “See?” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “Wasn’t that worth it?”

Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes, caught in that captivating gaze. You didn’t know how to respond, your thoughts swirling in a delightful haze.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re lost in the moment,” he continued, brushing his thumb along your jawline, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Just let yourself be. Let go of the fear.”

A part of you knew this wasn’t a wise decision, that giving in could lead to trouble. But another part—the part ignited by the alcohol and his alluring presence—urged you to stay. You were drawn into his world, tempted by the darkness he offered, and you found yourself wanting more.

As he kissed you again, he took his time, his movements deliberate and enticing. You could feel his hands sliding slowly, his fingers deftly slipping your jacket off your shoulder, letting the fabric fall away to reveal more of your skin. The cool air sent shivers across your bare arms, but his touch quickly warmed you, as he rubbed your arms with a gentle yet possessive caress.

You gasped softly into the kiss, your heart pounding as his hand trailed down your body, finding the edge of your white lace stockings. With a teasing precision, he began to slip one down, his fingers gliding along your thigh and calf, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. The delicate fabric pooled at your ankle, and you could feel the heat of his hand as he explored your skin, his touch both intoxicating and electrifying.

Meanwhile, his other hand found your waist, pulling you closer against him, your bodies flush with one another. You could feel the heat radiating from him, every contour of his form pressing into you, heightening your senses. He was skilled, his hands knowing exactly how to coax you into surrendering, and you could feel your resolve weakening with every caress.

“Such soft skin,” he murmured against your lips, his breath ghosting over you, causing a delightful shiver to ripple through your body. “It’s irresistible.”

You leaned into his touch, your breath hitching as his fingers danced along your thigh, tracing delicate patterns that made your heart race. His gaze locked onto yours, a fiery intensity in his eyes that made you feel as though he could see right through you, unearthing every desire you had buried deep down.

He pulled back just slightly, the heat of his gaze raking over you as he admired the way you responded to him, the way your body seemed to melt into his. “You’re stunning, you know,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I could lose myself in you, little angel.”

You felt a flush creeping up your cheeks, the blend of shyness and excitement stirring something wild within you. Every word he uttered seemed to wrap around you, holding you captive in this moment. You wanted to resist; you knew you should. But the thrill of the chase, the intoxicating mix of fear and allure, made it hard to think clearly.

“Just let go,” he whispered again, his fingers finding the hem of your dress, teasing the edge. “Let me take care of you.”

His words sent a thrill down your spine, and you found yourself torn between desire and caution.

In one swift motion, he pulled you closer, flipping you over so your feet were back on the ground but your body was bent over the table, your heart racing with the unexpected shift. The fake corpse on the table loomed nearby, a bizarre reminder of where you were, but the adrenaline surged through your veins, heightening every sensation.

“Jay,” he said, his voice low and filled with a hint of mischief as his hand slid up your thigh to your waist, anchoring you to him. “Remember my name, little angel. You’ll want to scream it later.”

Your breath hitched at the way he spoke, a tantalizing mix of playful and dangerous that sent shivers down your spine. You felt the heat radiating off his body as he pressed closer, and the sheer intensity of the moment made your heart race faster. He seemed to revel in the power he held over you, and part of you loved it.

“What’s the matter?” he teased, his voice dripping with confidence. “Afraid of what might happen next?” His fingers danced over your waist, teasingly, just enough to make you squirm.

You bit your lip, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Maybe a little,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. The rush of fear blended with desire, creating an intoxicating cocktail that made your head spin.

Jay chuckled softly, leaning closer so you could feel the warmth of his breath against your ear. “You’re not alone in that. But I promise I’ll take good care of you.” He slipped his hand further up your waist, his fingers brushing the lace of your dress, before he pulled your dress up, his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of butterflies in their wake. His fingers, gentle yet firm, worked their way under the lace of your panties, and you couldn't help but moan softly as he whispered, "So wet already for me?"

The sudden exposure to the cool air sent shivers down your spine, making your skin tingle with goosebumps. Your most private part, now on full display, felt vulnerable yet incredibly desirable. Jay's fingers, now coated and wet, teased the delicate folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Mmm, yes," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. You couldn't help but arch your back, offering yourself more fully to his touch. The sensation of his fingers exploring your intimate depths was almost too much to bear, and you felt your body respond eagerly, welcoming his touch with each moan that escaped your lips.

"You're so beautiful like this, so open and ready for me," Jay murmured, his eyes locked on the exquisite sight before him. His fingers moved with a purposeful rhythm, stroking and caressing, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy.

As your moans grew louder, Jay's touch became more intense, his fingers plunging deeper, hitting all the right spots.

Jay's fingers, skilled and precise, continued their dance within your body, each thrust bringing you closer to the brink of bliss. Your moans, now more like desperate pleas, filled the room as you arched your back, offering yourself fully to his touch. The cold air on your exposed skin only heightened the intensity of his touch, making every stroke feel like an electric shock.

"You're so close, baby," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me take you there."

His fingers moved with a hypnotic rhythm, stroking and caressing, teasing and taunting. Every inch of your intimate recesses was explored, each touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your muscles clenching around his fingers, eagerly welcoming each new sensation.

"Fucking hell, you feel so good," he groaned, his breath hot against your ear. "So tight, so warm."

As he spoke, his fingers picked up the pace, plunging deeper, hitting spots that made you buck your hips involuntarily. Your body trembled, on the cusp of another explosive release. You could feel the build-up, the pressure mounting, and with a final, desperate moan, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

Jay's fingers stilled, and he held you close, letting you ride out the aftershocks. Your breath came in gasps, your heart pounding in your chest.

As you caught your breath, Jay's fingers remained gently nestled within your warmth, a silent promise of more to come. Your heart, still pounding from the intense orgasm, began to slow, and a peaceful calm settled over you.

Jay, ever the gentleman, gave you the space you needed to gather yourself, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and desire. He watched as you took slow, deep breaths, your chest rising and falling rhythmically.

Then, with a subtle shift in his movements, you felt the subtle change in the air. He'd unzipped his pants, and a moment later, with a subtle push, his pants and boxers dropped just enough to reveal his thick, pulsating cock.

The sight took your breath away once more.

Jay's gaze met yours, a silent question in his eyes. He wanted to know if you were ready, if you wanted him, just as he wanted you. And in that moment, there was no doubt in your mind.

You reached out, your fingers tracing the length of his cock, feeling the hardness, the warmth. Then, with a bold move, you took him in your hand, squeezing gently, letting him know that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

Jay's breath caught in his throat, and a low growl escaped his lips.

He was ready, more than ready.

The sensation of Jay slowly entering you was almost overwhelming. The stretch, the burn—it was intense, yet incredibly arousing. You could feel every inch of him, his thickness filling you, leaving no space untouched. Your body, so tight and willing, clenched around him, welcoming his presence.

As Jay whispered, "Being so good for me," his voice was filled with a mixture of lust and admiration. He understood the intensity of the moment, the delicate balance of pleasure and pain that you were experiencing. And in that instant, as his thick length was fully sheathed within you, you both groaned, your voices mingling in a symphony of desire.

Jay stood still, his body tense, his muscles quivering. He knew the power he held, the control he had over your body and your pleasure. And he wanted to savor this moment, to let you adjust to his size, to let your body embrace his.

"You can move," you breathed eventually, your voice soft yet filled with a hint of command. It was all the invitation Jay needed. With a deep growl, he pulled back, his thick cock sliding effortlessly out of you. The momentary emptiness sent shivers down your spine, only to be replaced by an even more intense sensation as he thrust back in, plunging deep, stretching you to your limits.

You gasped, your body arching backward as if in a silent plea for more. Your hands, frantically searching for something to grip, found no purchase on the smooth surface of the table. You were helpless, at Jay's mercy, and he knew it. With a tight grip on your hips, he pulled you towards him, claiming you as his own.

Jay's groans filled the room, a symphony of desire and pleasure. "God, you feel so fucking good," he panted, his voice hoarse with passion. "I've craved this, craved you, for so long." His words were a blur of lust and emotion, a declaration of his deepest desires. "I love you," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck, his voice trembling with intensity.

His thrusts became more frenzied, more urgent. Each stroke hit a different spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You could feel his desire, his need, building with each movement. Jay was lost in the heat of the moment, his control slipping as his passion took over.

You, too, were lost in the whirlwind of sensations. The table dug into your belly as Jay's relentless pace had you trapped, unable to move. All you could do was surrender to the pleasure, let Jay take you to places you'd never been before.

The moment of intense pleasure was abruptly interrupted by the sound of familiar voices from beyond the wall. Jay, ever sensitive to the potential intrusion, stilled, his cock suspended inside you, as he heard the distinct sound of your friend, Rei.

"Noooo…" you slurred, frustration evident in your voice. You had been so close to the peak, so close to an unimaginable high, and now this unexpected interruption had robbed you of your moment.

"Shhh, my sweet angel," Jay whispered, his breath warm against your ear. He leaned over you, his body close, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back his own desire. "Listen," he urged, his voice low and intense.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you strained to hear what Jay was listening to. Then, through the walls of the secret room, you heard the distinct voices of your friends. Rei's voice was clear, "Look, her shoe is here! That means she's close by." Your eyes widened at the realization that your friends were right outside, searching for you.

You remembered the heel you'd lost in your frantic escape, the one that now served as a telltale sign of your proximity. "Shit," you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jay's hand covered your mouth. "Shhh," he whispered again. "You don't want them to hear you, do you?"

You shook your head, your eyes wide in panic. You knew that if your friends heard, they'd know exactly where you were and what you were doing.

Jay's hand moved from your mouth to your hip, and with a low growl, he began to thrust again. The movement was slow and deliberate, almost torturous in its slowness, as if he were daring your friends to hear.

You bit your lip, trying to muffle the moans that threatened to escape. Your body was on fire, the sensation of Jay's cock filling you almost too much to bear. You could feel the heat building, the pressure mounting, and with each slow, deliberate thrust, you teetered closer to the edge.

And then, as if on cue, you heard Rei's voice again, closer this time. "She can't be far. Let`s keep searching."

Jay's thrusts became more intense, more purposeful, as if he were challenging you to keep quiet, daring you to hold back your moans. But with each powerful stroke, your body responded, your desire growing with every thrust.

You bit your lip, your eyes squeezed shut, as if that could muffle the sounds of your pleasure. The tears that blurred your vision were a mix of frustration, desire, and a hint of fear—fear that your friends would discover your secret, fear that this moment of intense passion would be interrupted.

Jay's breathing grew heavier, his grunts and groans a contrast to your silent pleas. He knew the effect he was having on you, and he wanted to push you further, to test your limits. His hand slid down your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your hips, then dipping lower, finding the spot that sent shivers down your spine.

With a low, groan he began to tease your clit, his touch light yet firm. Your body jerked, your hips pushing against his hand, seeking more, needing more.

You tried to hold back, to muffle your cries, but the pleasure was too much. Your moans escaped in broken whispers, your body arching towards him, begging for more. The wet sounds of your passion filled the room, a silent invitation for your friends to discover your secret.

Jay's eyes flashed with a mix of lust and triumph. He knew he had you exactly where he wanted, and he wasn't about to let up. His strokes became more frenzied, more urgent, each one bringing you closer to the edge.

Jay's thrusts quickened, his hand gripping your hip tighter. "Come for me, angel," he whispered, his voice rough with desire. "Let them hear you. Let them know what they're missing."

And then, with a loud, muffled shout, you came. The orgasm ripped through you, a powerful wave that left you breathless and weak. Your body convulsed, your back arching as you surrendered to the intense pleasure. Jay's hand covered your mouth, his fingers pressing gently against your lips, muffling your cries as he bit down on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.

His groans mingled with your muffled shouts, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

Just as your body began to relax, to recover from the intense pleasure, Jay's strokes became deeper, more forceful. He drove into you, his cock throbbing within your tight channel, and with a deep, moan, he came. His hot seed filled you, a warm rush that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel it pulsing within you.

As Jay's thrusts slowed, his breathing heavy and ragged, you could feel his hand gently caressing your cheek.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Jay withdrew from your body, his eyes locked with yours. You couldn't help but gasp as you felt the warm trail of his cum dripping down your thigh.

As you looked behind you, Jay ripped off a portion of his shirt, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room. Without a word, he began to wipe you down, his rough palms gently caressing your skin, cleaning the evidence of your love-making.

His touch was tender, almost reverent, as he carefully pulled your panties back up, his fingers grazing your sensitive skin. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, his presence close as he tended to you.

Once you were cleaned and dressed, Jay turned his attention to himself. With a quick movement, he tucked himself back in, pulling his boxers and pants up.

With a gentle smile, Jay extended his hand toward you. "Come," he said, his voice soft and inviting, a stark contrast to the playful danger he had exuded earlier. "Let’s get you out of here."

You hesitated for just a moment, then placed your hand in his. His touch was warm, reassuring, and you let him guide you through the winding halls of the haunted house.

Eventually, he led you to a discreet backdoor, away from the chaos and noise of the attraction.

As the cool night air hit your skin, you breathed in deeply, feeling grounded once more. Jay looked at you, his sharp features softened by the moonlight.

Before he could say anything, you acted on impulse. You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. Jay responded immediately, his arms slipping around your waist as he kissed you back with equal intensity, his lips warm and firm against yours.

When you finally pulled back, your breaths mingling in the cool air, you noticed the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Jay’s eyes glinted with amusement, and he touched your cheek gently, his thumb brushing your skin.

“That was… unexpected,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with affection.

You couldn’t help but smile back at him, your heart still racing from the kiss. “I had to,” you whispered, feeling a mix of shyness and boldness.

Jay chuckled softly, his hand lingering on your cheek for just a moment longer before he stepped back. “I’m glad you did.”

There was a shared silence between you, comfortable and charged, but you both knew this was where the night ended. With one last smile, he nodded at you. “Take care, little angel.”

You smiled, feeling a strange warmth in your chest as you watched him turn and walk back in. With a deep breath, you took one last glance at the haunted house behind you, then made your way back to find your friends.

[serv0z]

the robaaa... yapping about her design below :3

RAHHH OKAY SO im trying to draw the main bunch in my style,, dalv is last as much as i adore him bc i wanna redraw the first uty drawing i did but with an updated style and different designs!

so Ceroba's first!! Well. Clover and the fallen humans were first but i digress. I know I wanted to add more details, especially to the clothes. There's nothing wrong with her inital design but I like details and there wasn't much detailing to work with there.

I looked up references of kimonos bc i believe her outfit is based on em? All the refs were pretty long, down to like their feet whereas ceroba wheres these big knee-high boots and a much shorter one. I stuck with that and just went along with the idea. Kimonos typically have patterns and I was gonna do some of the more like?? active ones?? the ones that show up most like cranes and such but I decided to look through kitsune symbolisms and the like.

A lot of kitsune things revolved around clouds and lots of swirly lines, especially on the masks themselves. I implimented that. her sleeves have a thin line of swirls around the ends and her kimono has lots of clouds.

I added more details to the boots because they felt so plain with that design I had so I went for a pointed shape with more pink and a gold line along the sides to it in. I also went with a pointed shape because?? I see a lot of like. crystal shapes with kitsune stuff? like diamond shapes so I figured it was a subtle nod. Her staff felt bland and boring now so I added the ends of the ribbon/loose parts and tied it around the staff into a bow. It was just to give it more flair.

The insides of her sleeves have this ombre of orange like a sunset almost is what i was aiming for. Kept the sleeves long bc it was typical with kimonos. I gave her this dark undershirt that goes to her wrists and up to a bell collar. In her sprite she has this yellow on her neck that matches the bells she wears but i never see art of her with a bell collar??? I dont think a lot of people notice.

I dont think in the years her and Starlo have known eachother that he wouldnt give her something to wear as an accessory. I think it could have started as a little pin or a clip for her hair before she put it on the bow on her kimono. Not much else changed aside from I darkened the tips of her ears and added dots to blend it in, her hair is naturally pink-tipped but ofc it becomes a fiercer brighter shade in her fight in true paci, and her bow in her hair has a clasped end with another smaller bell.

im so happy with design i hope you like it too :3

[celestialsequels]

stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but i see lovin’ in his eyes ¡! ❞

— synopsis: jimin takes you on a museum date.

— warnings: fluffy, a couple of kisses here and there, jimin and y/n being complete losers for each other.

— w/c: 1.7k

— part 1

a/n: guess who’s back from hiatus. thank you for being so supportive and considerate over the last few weeks as i was gone. this one is for you guys and i hope you guys enjoy it !

•

after being interrogated by yeonjun, you rushed home as fast as you could. every part of you jittered in utter excitement. the evening glow had began to radiate off of you ever so slightly as you thought back to the events that took place earlier—the way her lips felt on yours, the way she gazed into your eyes as if you were the last person on earth.

yeah, you were so done for.

your steps seemed to have their own rhythm as you walked home, all drowned in your thoughts. everything around you seemed so much happier. the people around you felt like they were more in love than ever. the murals painted on the buildings you walked past felt as if they were speaking to you. hell, even nature blushed when you smiled. you finally reached home and entered through the backdoor, since it always seemed to be open. you quickly took your shoes off, almost stumbling onto your cat, flipflop, as you made your way inside. you threw everything onto the ground and headed upstairs to your room to get dressed for your date.

hangers? on the ground. accessories? on the ground. your entire wardrobe? on the goddamn ground.

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“jun, nothing looks good on me. i’m starting to think this date was a bust,” you pouted as yeonjun did nothing but laugh at you.

“maybe try that outfit you always say you’ll wear but never actually end up wearing,” he suggested when he sensed you had been silent for too long.

you ushered yourself to your pile of clothing that remained still on the ground for the past hour, simply hoping that something would begin to look appealing. suddenly, an idea popped into your head and you just knew this was going to be the outfit of a lifetime—okay, you were exaggerating, but at this point, it was better than nothing. yeonjun simply stared at you pacing around the room in what seemed like excitement but was, in fact, insanity. he had never seen you so eager yet so anxious about meeting a person; this was definitely something out of the ordinary. it made his heart swell with joy, finally seeing you so happy after so many years.

“you know, y/nnie, i’m really happy to see you all happy and chirpy after so many years. i never thought i’d see the day,” yeonjun spoke softly as you admired yourself in the mirror with a fond smile.

“jun…she truly makes me so happy. my worries seem lighter than a feather when she looks into my eyes. my soul feels lighter when she places her lips on mine. she makes me feel whole. god, i sound like a sap,” you chuckled at your own words as you realized that this girl was all you wanted.

“you are a sap, little shit–”,

before he could let out another word, you threw your half-eaten, almost-rotting pudding cup in his face.

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it was nearly seven-thirty, and you only seemed to be getting more and more anxious. you started to ponder at what the future held for the two of you, thinking about nights when you two wouldn’t be able to sleep, so you’d spend it in the kitchen together, or when life might get a bit rough, and you’d find comfort within each others’ arms. the thought of living together made you blush a little harder than you would like to admit. the sudden ring of the door bell jolted you out of your thoughts, practically making you jump in front of the mirror to check if you looked perfect—and that you did, just oh so perfect. yeonjun’s snores seemed to emphasize as you made your way out of the room, not before kicking him in the shin as you ran to the front door.

“You—,”

his words zoned out as your blood rushing through your veins was the only thing you could pay attention to. you propped yourself in front of the door, giving yourself military-grade advice, but who were you kidding? not even a defibrillator could put your heart at ease. you peeked through the peephole of the door to make sure it was jimin. opening the door, and there she was. her hair flew in the crisp evening wind like the finest hazelnut spread. her eyes bore into yours as you finally opened the door after what felt like an eternity. a distinct silence fell between the two of you as your hearts soared with passion. the music playing from your ipod playing in the distance had you wanting to grab her hand and pull her as close to you as possible.

“pack it up, you two, i’ve gotta get in my beauty sleep,” yeonjun spoke up from behind you, scaring you two in the process.

“uh huh, okay,” you eyed him suspiciously since you knew damn well he wasn’t the type to sleep this early but chose not to say anything else.

“take good care of her jimin otherwise…” he threatened playfully while leaning against the wall.

“okay, hobbit,” jimin reached for your hand and pulled you out the door with her before giggling at her own joke.

adorable, you thought.

you two ran before you could hear him yell out anymore curses. soon, you heard the door shut and you two stopped running. Your entire body turned red as you realized you were gripping onto her hand for dear life. the crickets chirped from the nature surrounding you two. a calm yet fervent tension settled between you like an expecting nebula.

“you look so pretty tonight,” she broke the silence, mentally cursing herself for sounding like a loser.

“and you look all mine tonight,” your boldness surprising the two of you as the both of you turned into a giggling mess. of course, you two were losers in love, but you were each others’ losers, and that’s all that mattered.

after about half an hour of walking and flirting, you two finally reached the art museum. solace taking over you two as you floated in your little microcosm full of love. the lights shone down upon the entrance, colors displayed all over like an orchestra. mellow music could be heard from the speakers as you dragged jimin to the progress of love: the meeting. the viridian of the painting speaking directly to you while your eyes traced down the two lovers that sat patiently. jimin didn’t say a word given that you were so invested into the artwork, so she just let you tug her around the entirety of the museum. her eyes outlined your face whenever your eyes filled with sparks of interest at whatever you were looking at. her heartbeat intensified whenever you reached for her hand so she could pay attention to what you were saying.

“jimin, look, it's the lovers by rené magritte. i had to work on it for art class; it was fascinating—”

before you could say more, she eagerly pulled you in by the nape and placed her soft and succulent lips onto yours. all air was knocked out of your lungs as you still hadn’t gotten used to her lips being on yours, moving ever so fervently while her hands remained on your nape, gently playing with your hair. the lights in the museum suddenly dimmed, and the cold temperature of the room hastily became warmer. jimin’s fingers hovered across your arm, causing goosebumps to form all over your body. a few flower petals began to fall all around the room as you slowly pulled out of the kiss only to find jimin cheesing at you.

candles lit up right on time as she put her hand out for you to hold so she could show you exactly what she had in store for you. every part of you was radiated happiness. the entire museum fell into a soothing silence as jimin walked you outside into the garden. the entire garden was decorated with candles, with petals creating a walkway to the picnic she had prepared for you.

“jimin...is this all for me?” you questioned in surprise as you had never been treated so gently.

“pretty girl, everything i do is for you,” she turned a few shades redder when she saw you looking at her with the most admirable gaze. you smiled to yourself, realizing in the moment that this was the love of your life, whether you wanted to admit it or not. out of the blue, a small note sitting on the blanket caught your eye, causing you to curiously go examine it.

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“hi y/nnie…

i left you a polaroid camera

because i knew you would forget it at home.

go make memories with your future wife

- love jun”

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“so, this is why yeonjun told me he was going to sleep early?” you chuckled in disbelief as you recalled back to how they were eyeing each other down earlier.

“mhm, i wasn’t gonna say anything but you know how he is,” jimin responded behind you.

“jiminie, i really want you to know how loved i felt with you tonight. i-i don’t think i’ve ever been treated so softly before. you’re my person and i want you to know that,” you admitted tearfully.

“baby, you’re my person too. i adore you too much to ever treat you wrong. i didn’t think you’d like the date this much, so i was slightly nervous,” she spoke to you, affectionately rubbing her thumb over your cheek.

“you are my favourite date,” you said before pressing your lips onto hers.

the lights of the museum had completely turned off, leaving you two all alone in the garden to make memories. candles swaying along with the zephyr of the night. the flowers serenading with the music that was once playing from your ipod at home.

you two were finally home.

stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but i see lovin’ in his eyes…

[markiecake]

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pairing: jaemin x kitty girl! fem! reader

warnings: smut !! (minors dni), pet play ??? (not HEAVY pet play but you read the pairing so you get the idea), oral (reader recieving !), LOTS of pet names (kitty, baby, sweet girl, angel, etc) , praise kink, (teeny tiny not even noticeable) impact play, daddy kink (oops!), breeding kink, squirting, jaem is also referred to as nana sometimes, soft dom jaem, sub reader :3

having MANY thoughts about being jaemin's pretty kitty girl :,(

the way he would love to dress you up in pretty clothes and accessories... buys you anything you even mention liking because he'd do anything for his sweet girl ! gets you a pretty pink ribbon choker with a bell on it (for the sole reason of you wearing it when he fucks you) and gets you a pair of cat ears, even though you were so shy about wearing them at first.

when you tried them on for him, he was in awe of you. praising you is second nature to jaemin :( "my pretty baby" "sweet angel" "look so perfect, kitty" 😵‍💫

it ended with him fucking you dumb in front of the mirror in your bedroom, the bell on the choker ringing with every one of his rough thrusts. jaem just wanted to make sure you knew how pretty you looked for him !!!

"my pretty kitty," he groans out as he continues to fuck you onto his cock.

you were absolutely gone at this point, your eyes in the back of your head as you moaned out loudly.

"daddy, c- cum!" you barely got your words out, your mind fuzzy from the amount of pleasure you were recieving :((

"cum for daddy, baby, it's ok," he said through groans as he stroked your hair, "just let go for me, that's a good girl."

you made an absolute mess, creaming all over his cock as you shook from overstimulation while he continued to fuck you. he almost felt bad as you whined, tears slipping down your cheeks.

"just a little while longer and nana will- fuck- fill you up nice and full, baby," he began to ramble as his thrusts became less consistant and more sloppy, "gonna breed you, angel, gonna cum inside this sweet pussy."

you whimpered out broken cries of "please" and "daddy", wanting nothing more than for jaemin to cum inside of you :(((

he came with a loud groan, his warm load filling you to the brim, so much so that it started to leak out back onto his cock. he holds you down onto him for a little while longer, keeping his dick warm and your pussy full !!

also thinking about the way he'd treat you sososo well omg 🎀 just wants to protect you from everything that could possibly cause you any harm. if you need anything at anytime? he'll give it to you as soon as he can. that applies to everything.

like when you're sitting in his lap and begin to rub yourself against his crotch to try and settle the heat between your legs, he instantly places his hands on your hips to help you get off and continue your grinding. you whine out and place your own hands over his.

"kitty needs help, doesn't she?" jaemin whispers into your ear. you nod quickly and look up at him with big eyes, as he laughs at your desperateness. "'s okay, baby. nana's gonna make you feel good."

in a split second, you've been flipped on your back as jaemin settles himself between your legs. quickly flipping up the frilly pink skirt you were wearing and taking off your panties, he plants a small kiss on your clit. his laugh when you moaned out made you a little embarrassed, as you attempted to close your legs.

he slapped your thigh, and let out a "bad girl" under his breath. as humiliating as it felt, you moaned out again :(( jaem just knows exactly how to make you feel good.

he ate you out for what felt like hours, you ended up feeling so overstimulated but he just kept going!

"daddy! hurts!" you attempted to weakly push his head away, but he didn't budge, his big arms wrapped around your thighs to keep himself and you in place.

he was sucking on your clit and pumping two fingers in and out of you messy hole, all while looking up at your scrunched up face. he just thinks you're the cutest thing omg :(

with all the squirming you were doing, the bell on your choker was jingling every second, which made jaemin smile against your cunt. he continues to finger you as he pulls his face away from your pussy.

"my sweet girl," he says as he places kisses all over your inner thighs, "always taste so good for nana."

loves to see how far he can push you past your limits, to train you to take even more than you did last time. "one more for me, angel, just cum for daddy one more time.", and he begins to thrust his fingers inside you faster, his mouth returning to your swollen clit.

he puts his tounge flat against your pussy as you absent-mindedly grind against it on your own, and from the way you tighten even more around his fingers, he knows how close you are.

he ends up making you squirt all over his face and hands !! his hand frantically rubbing your cunt to make sure he gets everything, while you practically scream out in pleasure. he climbs over you so you're now face to face, your hands hiding your eyes so you don't have to look at him.

he grabs them away, and places kisses all over your tear stained cheeks. "my precious girl, did so well angel." he murmered, before kissing your lips. (keep in mind his face and lips are still absolutely covered in your juices 😵‍💫)

[demonicbaby666]

ii. The Date

Feelings Are Fatal Masterlist | Masterlist | iii

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!Reader

Words: 6.7k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, body issues, attempted drugging, internal conflict, fingering

Showers should be about cleaning yourself and ensuring no dirt clings to your water-streaked skin. In that process, it doesn’t hurt to smell like cinnamon, vanilla, or something more earthly, like lavender or rose. Yet, after the previous night, it felt more like you were trying to wash the mark of JJ off your skin rather than the sweat exertion had left behind. You scrubbed the purple marks tattooed against your thighs, neck and breasts till the flesh beneath was tender and raw. No part of you was left unscathed by brittle bristles. 

The constant spray of water bled down your face, diluting your salty tears and carrying them down the drain. You watched, transfixed, as soap trickled down your chest, torso, then legs, thinking of how JJ had used her fingers to trace a similar path and how her touch was somehow suppler than liquid. 

Maybe it was ten minutes, perhaps it was thirty, but eventually, when your fingertips pruned and your tear ducts emptied, you made your way out of the shower, leaving a trail of wet footprints leading to your bedroom. When you sat on the floor, towel splitting down the middle to reveal a slither of your stomach, your reflection stared blankly back at you in the mirror. 

You made a habit of this, pointing out everything you hated about yourself, from the bags under your eyes and the ragged cut of your hair to how your thighs always found a way to touch one another and the chipped nail polish on your toenails. 

‘You’re perfect.’ 

That’s what JJ had said. Looking yourself over, you did not feel the same. You felt dirty despite showering. You felt that not one part of you was ‘perfect’. Her lies made you sick. They echoed in your mind, ‘You’re perfect’ round and round, over and over, louder and louder, until your lungs burned, your eyes stung, and your knuckles blanched. 

As it turned out, your supply of tears were not depleted in the shower. 

An hour later, coffee filled the air, chatter hummed low in your ears, and caffeine helped you feel less like a living zombie. You’d painted your face with concealer, brushed mascara through your lashes and balmed your wobbling lip, begging yourself not to cry lest you ruin your makeup. By the time you were ready, checking yourself over in the mirror once again, you managed to crack a convincing smile. 

The bell above the quaint shop door rang, and you tore your gaze away from the steam rising off your latte to the two women entering. Garcia led the pair, recognisable as ever with her bright attire and beautifully bizarre accessories. Behind her was someone undoubtedly as recognisable but not to the untrained eye. You only knew who it was because it was the same person you had spent the previous night and the following morning under, JJ. 

Any semblance of normalcy you had managed to muster up disappeared instantly. Panic rose from the depth of your stomach, and you clung hard to the cup in your grasp, scarcely registering the burn of it till it was all too late, and you hissed in pain. 

JJ was by you in a second, taking your inflamed fingertips in her hands and assessing the damage. 

“You need to be more careful,” she chided, thumbing over reddened skin. 

After quickly checking that Garcia was busy chatting with the young barista, JJ raised your hand to her lips. She kissed each finger softly, leaving you breathless and wide-eyed when she laid your entwined hands on her lap and thanked Garcia - who returned with a bright smile - for paying for their coffees. 

“Sorry for gate-crashing.” JJ turned to smirk at you. “I needed a bit of a pick-me-up after a long night. I hope you don’t mind.” She had the audacity to flick one of her eyebrows up and down. 

“No, no,” you spluttered, cheeks turning rogue as you struggled to find the right words, “It’s okay. It’s just, well I-” 

Garcia happily interjected, and you would have thanked her for it had you not seen the words form in her mouth and detected the dread they would bring. You knew this would come up. Hell, it’s why you were meeting with Garcia in the first place. Still, after the move JJ had pulled, caressing your burnt fingers with her lips, you were okay to go on without the reality check. 

“JJ won’t mind us talking about your hot date tonight,” she said with a smile and a wink, turning to the blonde for confirmation, “Right?”

You didn’t dare look up. 

It wasn’t that you expected JJ to be hurt or upset; it was quite the opposite. You couldn’t stand to see the encouraging look she’d give you or the elated smile she may offer at the prospect of you finding someone to date because that was JJ—the ever-supportive friend. 

Her grip on your hand faltered. You forced yourself to be brave, to look up. 

She almost looked… hurt. No, it wasn’t possible. It was her ego bruised, not her heart. She wasn’t like you. Her heart wasn’t on the line. 

“Go for it.” She shrugged, looking to the side, uninterested. 

“It’s a friend of a friend from work.” You were unsure why you needed to justify going out on a date to JJ. She clearly didn’t care, and you were single, after all. That didn’t stop you from reassuringly squeezing her hand and continuing. “She’s been pestering me for weeks, and I felt bad. That’s all.” 

Like ice out on a summer day, you melted when JJ gave you a sympathetic smile. Poor little you, so limited in options you had to rely on the kind help of friends to find anyone that could possibly want you. It’s probably why she kept you around—pity.

“You should stop being so nice,” JJ said rather bluntly, splitting her gaze between the wailing espresso machine and Garcia—who looked slightly puzzled. 

“I thought you said you were looking forward to tonight?” Garcia scowled. 

Once again, you'd most likely shown your hand. This time, it was being so nonchalant about your date. Of course, a hundred dates would never change the fact you'd always belong to JJ. Hell, a hundred tearful mornings would never change that; not even a hundred rejections would. But no one needn’t know of that, so it became imperative to cut your words from gold. 

“I am. It’s the getting ready part that’s tedious.” You did not mention that it was all too easy the previous night to jump out of bed and doll yourself up for JJ. “Plus, these guys only want one thing most of the time.” Finishing off with a deep sigh, you took a well-deserved swig of caffeinated goodness and hummed appreciatively as it warmed the empty pit in your stomach. 

“Why not?” Garcia laughed, getting a little louder when you and JJ shot her twin looks of perplexion and shock. “I mean,” she sang. “Why not go for it? Have a little fun. Live a little. Fuck the guy.” 

JJ choked on her coffee. 

Finally, your hands broke apart in favour of ensuring the liquid lodged in JJ’s throat did not linger long enough to suffocate her. 

“Strictly speaking, I’m not into the whole one-night stand thing,” you replied, patting JJ’s back. 

“Come on!” Garcia exclaimed, looking to the recovering blonde for aid. “Tell her. She needs to get laid.” 

JJ choked again. This time on thin air. 

When JJ did finally find her voice, it was raspy and scathed. “I think she should do whatever will make her happy.” 

Five years' worth of happy memories washed over you, times where you’d smiled, where you laughed, and most treasured—the ones you felt you finally belonged. They almost all had JJ in them, at the forefront or the sidelines, bringing about steady streams of merriment.

How were you supposed to tell her that she made you happy and that being with her would grant you the joy people only find in fairytales? You couldn’t. 

She wouldn’t understand. She’d want to stop what you two had and keep her distance in case she gave you the wrong idea–that she slept with you for any reason other than calming her avid sex drive. 

“I guess we’ll have to see what tonight brings,” you muttered, bringing your coffee to your lips and pointedly avoiding both women’s gazes. 

—

As it turned out, the evening wasn’t off to a bad start. After coffee, JJ and Garcia returned to your apartment and helped you choose what to wear. Garcia was far more enthusiastic about taking on the role of your stylist, while JJ remained quiet, nodding her head at most outfits and only showing slight disdain for the more flashy picks. 

Sitting at the populated bar, the unsettling image of JJ lingering at your door plagued your mind. 

Glass clanked at your side and to your front. The classical music caged in wall-mounted speakers struggled to drown out the ruckus of drunken laughter. 

Her lips were screwed shut, and her posture rigid as she took on the appearance of a skittish animal, ready to run at a second's notice. There was something stuck in her throat, a clump of words she seemed to fight to hold back and get out simultaneously. 

The distinct crunch of metal scraping against ice jostled you for a moment. Like a cat to a mouse, you did not remove your gaze from the cubes haphazardly thrown into a highball glass, the cling satisfying in your ears. You watched as mint leaves joined two succulent slices of lime, both soon drowned by a hefty amount of clear liquor and finally topped with a sticky sugared syrup. The bartender took little care in dumping the cocktail in a metal cup, shaking it up and down with even less caution and paying no mind to the spillage leaking down his arms. 

Again came the scoop of ice, with fresher, newer, untouched cubes for the misty glass. The drink was poured through a strainer, and the deformed, melted ice that served its purpose was thrown out. Used and forgotten. 

In the end, JJ never did get the words out. Instead, she let out a little puff of air through an artificial smile that could be mistaken for a laugh if it weren’t for the lack of amusement in her eyes. Muttering a quick “Have fun” and a quiet “be safe”, she left. 

The sullen slink of her back haunted you as you watched a young man approach you, matching the description given of your date. 

His hair was an ashy black, the colour you’d see at the end of a haunted alleyway in the late hours of night. Every man, woman and child knew better than to venture in, yet none could deny the urge to take the risk. He was slim and tall, his stubble well-groomed. The line from alabaster skin to coarse wisps of brown hair looked almost painted as it cut contours down the side of his face, making him look slightly like a film noir villain. Nonetheless, it did suit him. 

He seemed pleasant, a little fidgety, his hands clasping and unclasping air, but that was to be expected. It was a first date, after all. 

When he sat down, bringing with him from outside the fragrance of rain and bark, conversation flowed surprisingly well. It was nowhere near comparable to the tete-a-tetes you share with JJ. But the convergence between topics wasn’t forced or awkward. You thought it was nice for a brief time; the voices in the back of your head were eerily quiet, and the constant jibber jabber forcing you to dissect everything you planned to say or had already said was quashed. It was something you could get used to—peace. 

On the last swallow of your drink, weeds began to sprout, and the guilt started to kick in alongside the woozy effects of rum. His mouth was moving, and your ears were ringing, and you could think of was JJ. How being there, sitting at a bar, having fun without her on a date felt like betraying something you didn't have. You weren’t cheating; you’d have to be in a relationship for that. Yet, the dread in your stomach didn’t settle at the thought. 

He was staring at your empty glass when you returned to the room, something unreadable and dark in his constricting pupils. 

“You want another?” he asked. 

“I probably shouldn’t,” you chuckled, a chill running down your spine. “I’m going to run to the restroom.” 

As your heels touched the floor, fingers wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. 

“Live a little.” His eyes were pleading–uncomfortably so. His fingers bit harder into your wrist than strictly necessary, and you nodded. If only to get yourself out of this uncomfortable predicament, you’d abide by another person's wants. “Sweet,” he said with a smile that failed to meet his eyes, “I’ll order you another for when you get back. It’s on me.” 

You pulled your hand out of his callus grip, making for the bathroom with a quick thank you. 

It was weird. After leaving that situation, alarm bells should have been ringing blaringly loud. However, you found them to be a distant shrill looming in the backs of your ears. What, unsurprisingly, occupied your every thought was JJ. You thought back to how her hand would never hold you with such brute force, how her smiles were genuine and lit up her eyes. As you reached to halt the steady water flow from the tap, you thought of her perfume–the full-bodied scent that had the air of walking into an apothecary. It was so visceral you could smell it even then.  

The door swung open.

Darting your eyes up into the mirror, staring at the straight-backed figure behind you, it started to make much more sense why such a thing happened. 

“What are you-” 

JJ left no space for you to question her presence or her crashing of your date. She took you by the hand and pulled you towards the door. “We’re leaving.”

The cubby in which relief once sat at seeing a familiar face emptied. Confusion and irritability at the audacity of JJ’s rash actions now took its place. 

You yanked your hand back, ignoring the dejected look she shot you at the mere thought her touch could burn you so. The hurt didn’t settle for long on her face. Instead, her nostrils flared, her ears lit up red, and she wore the distinct look of a parent squabbling with a petulant child.

Who did she think she was? Barging in and acting like you were at fault for not complying immediately. 

“What the hell has gotten into you?” you screeched. 

It was strange to see her this way–out of sorts and bordering on berserk. Her eyes were frantically moving to and from the door like someone was about to burst through and steal you away. You briefly wondered if she was like this at work. It was no secret that JJ worked for the FBI. After all, it was the stress of her job that led you to her bed often. She needed an outlet, and you were it. Still, you’d think working in such a high-stakes environment would train you to have better etiquette than what she displayed then. Frankly put, she was a mess. 

“Would you just do as you’re told for once?” she whispered, though she may as well have shouted with her brassed-off tone. 

Try as you might have to school your features, it was useless. Your resentment for JJ, alongside her statement, was clear as day. 

Propriety be damned. You took two steps forward and jabbed your index finger right to her sternum. “Firstly, you have no right to order me around. So no, I won’t do as I’m told.” Your eyes were unrelenting as they burned holes into JJ’s. “Secondly-”

As it turned out, getting in JJ’s personal space wasn’t a good idea. It made it incredibly easy for her to grab you by the waist, seek out your lips and back you up against the bathroom counter. If only to further prove her insistence on your silence, her tongue pried its way into the kiss, hot and hurried as it ran a muck of your brain and body, reducing you to nothing but a mess of wanton need. 

She was harsh with her kisses, a contrast to her light touch. Her fingers curled around the edges of your waist, massaging knots out of your back you could never reach. All noise disappeared, leaving you both alone in a strangely intimate moment. 

The lump of anger in your throat dissipated like morning fog by the time you broke away for breath. Looking up into JJ’s eyes something had changed–softened even. 

“Do you trust me?” she asked, breathless as the tips of your noses kissed. 

The answer came without hesitation, “Yes.” 

JJ sighed in relief, pulling your body closer and delicately placing your hand on her chest. “Then please, let me take you home.” She was desperate. You could hear it in her breaking voice and feel it in the very depths of your soul. 

“Okay.” 

—

“Jennifer,” you began cooly, trying not to fidget in the passenger seat. “I need you to tell me what happened. Please.”

A small squeak came from your left–stiff leather strangled by sweaty palms. You looked over to see JJ’s knuckles white, her arms shook, and her jaw lined by silent fury. 

When your request was not sated, and you were forced to sit quietly for another two minutes, feeling more and more like a scorned child, you were about to ask again. The blonde, however, beat you to it, finally finding her voice. 

“The son of a bitch drink tried to put something in your drink,” JJ spoke with liquid fire, the words cutting at her throat till the final syllable came out broken and choked. 

“Oh.” Your stomach dropped. The horror stories you’d heard, the news articles you’d read, none of them could have prepared you for the intense sickness that filled your stomach at the prospect of ever… 

“There's no chance it was a multivitamin tablet?” you tried to joke, already feeling a familiar coldness creep up against the back of your eyelids. JJ only huffed, clearly finding no humour in the events that had come to pass. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

You spent the rest of the drive in silence, JJ focusing on the road and you focusing on the lights swimming through your bleary vision, too afraid to say any more lest the welding tears in your eyes find their way to freedom.

For years, you’d learned to look after yourself. No one had your back like you did. On a night out, you watched never to drink too much so you could get yourself home in one piece without burdening anyone. If you found your fridge empty and cupboards sparse, you’d haul yourself to the supermarket and trek back home carting heavy backs in your hands with zero complaints. When you felt like the world was on your shoulders and even the slightest thing would throw you off balance, you’d hide away and recuperate till you were sure the melancholy had evaporated and soaked into the sheets you’d finally found the energy to throw into the washing machine. 

Then you met JJ. 

Over five years, she crept into your life and carved away the belief that you had to do everything alone. You hadn't realised, but sitting in her car, she had saved you not just from a night that could have ended very badly but from yourself. 

When you went out, she would watch over you, dance with you, and encourage you to indulge because, by the end of the night, she would find you safe passage home. By the time you’d reach home, there would always be a text waiting to confirm you got in, and if left unanswered, a call would shrill through the silence, and her voice would turn from worried to calm at the reassurances you'd offer. 

Often, JJ would mention the sad sight of your fridge by the end of the week, the one to whip her phone out and compile a list you’d both visit in the grocery store after she’d convinced you to let her drive you. However, you were proud that she had only managed to trick you into letting her pay a handful of times. 

“I get paid more than you,” she’d say, or, “I’m going to eat some of this stuff, too.”

To which your comebacks were, “And I’m smart about how I spend.” or “I only buy vegetables to make myself feel good. If you didn’t eat the healthy crap, it’d go bad, so technically, you’re doing me a favour.” 

You still shut the world out when life got tough. The only difference now was that JJ seemed to always find a key. You wouldn’t cry nearly as much when she stayed quiet beside you on the couch, eating from your favourite bowl (that you refused to share with anybody else), content to watch your comfort films for the umpteenth time. 

You didn’t want to lose that. You couldn’t lose her. Ever. 

The landscape outside was dark, and it took you a second to realise JJ was pulling into the parking lot to your apartment. Something inside you, call it survival instinct or weakness, recoiled at the image of a sad, lonely girl withering away piece by piece with each lonesome stride she took through the halls of her once warm home. You didn’t want to be her. Not again. Not when you’d fought tooth and nail to abstain from falling back into the trap of facile gloom. 

You really shouldn’t. It was late, and you were emotional. The words slip out. “Can you stay?” you asked, reaching to twine your fingers through JJ’s. “I don’t want to be alone right now.” 

Her eyes showed no doubt when she immediately nodded and held tight to your hand. 

“Always.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. 

It was hard to look away from her, harder to remind yourself she was not fluent in the language your gaze spoke. The hardest part was to pry yourself away from JJ’s pillowed touch and exit the car. 

As it always was with JJ, you didn’t have to wait long before she was attempting to alleviate some of your distress. Fingers trailed up your palm and clamped around the divot of your thumb as you climbed the steps to your apartment, JJ close by your side. The sound of your footsteps echoing filled the silence of the drafty stairwell, sound waves vibrating off the walls and fading down, down and down till you reached the second floor and hastily made your way to the haven that was home. 

With shaky hands, you reached for the keys in your bag. There was no need, however. JJ already had the spare wedged in the lock, turning the mechanism till you heard that satisfying click. 

When you stepped inside—your company hot on your tail—no warmth greeted you. You did not suddenly feel safer or any less stained from the events of the evening. You felt empty, numb, and tired. Not the physical tired, the one you could sleep off; it was the type of exhaustion that burrowed deep into a person's bones, deep into their minds, till even the easiest of tasks became an unwinnable battle. 

You stood, unmoving, staring at a lone droplet of water hanging precariously off the kitchen faucet. 

“You should take a shower and get into something more comfortable.” You heard JJ say from behind you. Her voice was as cautious as the small steps she took towards you. “You’re probably still in shock.” 

The frayed string you were hanging on by snapped. 

“Don’t treat me like a victim,” you coldly retorted, keeping your back to the blonde. 

“I’m not.” 

You scoffed at the blatant lie. 

“I’m treating you like a person I,” she clipped her mouth shut, taking a moment to breathe in and out through her nose. “Like a person I consider my closest friend.” 

Friend. The word should not have stung. It was, after all, the truth. 

“Fine,” you sighed. Too tired to process any more of the hurt the night might bring, you walked straight to the bathroom and locked the door. 

By the time you finished showering, feeling no less clean than when you entered, your skin was raw and red from the combination of scolding water and the force you used to press the shower cloth against your flesh. The tenderised meat of your limbs should have pained you. It should have left you feeling as agonised as a skinned animal. Instead, you felt nothing. 

Standing in the doorway, donned in an oversized sleep shirt and underwear, one step away from the open corridor leading to the kitchen and modest longue, a tear tumbled down your face. One became two, and two became many. In a matter of a few seconds, you were openly weeping, dropping to the damp floor and burying your head between your bent knees. 

Your sobs ripped at your throat. As much as you wanted to stop, you couldn’t. The anguish kept coming in mammoth waves, wracking your body from head to toe, crushing your ribs and suffocating your lungs. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m sorry.” 

Over and over. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.’

You vaguely registered ruffling from the longue, the dull thud of scurried footsteps. 

You couldn’t separate yourself from the pain. It was all-compassing, surrounding you like a violent tempest, blurring all of your senses till all you saw was a world awash in grey. 

You didn’t look up when you felt JJ near. You couldn’t. Your neck was icily stiff, and though your eyes were strained from staring at the empty space between your feet, nothing was left in you to force them elsewhere. 

When JJ positioned herself behind you, you couldn’t help but collapse against her sturdy chest. You were so far detached from reality that you could only hope her body would be the tether to something tangible. 

“I’m so sorry.” Your apology came out broken and winded. 

“You have nothing to apologise for,” she cooed, turning your body to the side. She lifted your knees over her thigh as she cradled you in her arms and rested her chin on your partially damp hair. 

“I was a bitch,” you sniffled, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

“After what almost happened tonight, you think I care about a little sass?” JJ chuckled, pulling you from under her and holding your face between her palms. “You’re stubborn and hardheaded,” she whispered, tucking a dangling strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re also strong as hell.”

 “JJ, you don’t have to-”

“Let me finish.” She pinched your chin between her fingers and thumb, intent on keeping your gaze unwavering. “You’re probably one of the few people who is even worse at asking for help than I am. But tonight, you asked me to stay, and that’s what I will do.” Her eyes were resolute. “Even if I have to be your metaphorical punching bag, even if I have to be a pillow for you to cry on, hell, even if you want me to be a fly on the wall, I'll do it. I’ll do whatever you need, be whatever you need me to be.”

The unshed tears in your eyes were forming for entirely different reasons now. 

This wasn’t what you had with JJ. Maybe it was a couple of years ago or even six months ago when her embrace wouldn’t turn you to liquid. Absently, you noted you missed the times when her smirk would send butterflies to your stomach and turn you shy, not splash the blank canvas of your mind with explicit memories. You missed the times when she could say or do anything, and the worst outcome would be a little blossom of hope in you would decay. 

Now, hearing everything you ever wanted, having her in such an intimate way, was unbearable. It’d been what you’d dreamed of for so long., Or so you thought. Whatever this was between you and JJ was a far cry from what you wanted.

Thinking about the obscure nature of your relationship never helped settle the uproar of unpleasant emotions, and it certainly wouldn’t help rid you of the agonising feelings you were experiencing then. You couldn’t do this to yourself, not at that moment. It was time to be selfish and find use in the turmoil of heartbreak when it could be used to combat the blight of nothingness weighing heavy on your body and mind. 

You didn’t think twice about it. Surging forward, you wrapped a hand around JJ’s neck and pulled her to your lips. 

You could tell she was hesitant at first. Her kisses remained unrushed, and her hands were stock-still on your face and waist. But what she held back, you gave, licking into the seam of her mouth as you rose to bracket her thighs with your knees. 

The only material between your cunt and the rough denim of JJ’s jeans was your boyish cotton underwear, making it all too easy to grind down and find something other than anguish you could finally feel–pleasure. 

“Are you sure?” JJ broke away to ask, concern intricately sewn into the furrow of her brow. 

“Please.” You sounded small, even to yourself and surely to JJ also. Unsurity was not something you needed to bring into the fold. “I need you,” you said, not a single ounce of apprehension in your voice. 

There was a risk to this, and both you and JJ knew it. You knew it as you pressed her fingers against the squishy jut of your tummy. You knew it as you guided her hand to the waistband of your panties, down, down and down. You ignored it as she took over and lowered her touch into your slit. 

“I need you to touch me,” you pleaded. 

She closed her eyes, flexing her arm around your waist. Releasing a heavy breath, she asked, “Where?”

As though that was even a question. 

“Everywhere.”

On her next breath, JJ wriggled her digits into the tight space between cotton and heated flesh, taking your slick over her fingertips and diligently distributing it. She moved unhurried, feeling you quiver with each uptick motion, never quite reaching the bundle of nerves that lay at the apex of your cunt. 

Ordinarily, you might have minded the languish that accompanied every stroke, belligerently angled your hips back to right JJ’s touch. That night, you came to appreciate it. Each imparted touch warmed your belly and filled you with a sense of calm one might find standing at a cliff edge, watching a world move through parted clouds and finally learning what it is to breathe a fresh breath of air. 

The seconds ticked by, and soon, you found yourself growing overly wet from the teasing and testing. Your desire soon became unignorable, trickling down JJ’s wrist and the side of your stretched panties. Ready for more but not desperate enough to beg, you set free a whine as your walls constricted and clenched around nothing. 

A hint like that did not go unnoticed. Not with a sharp mind on the receiving end. The blonde bent a knuckle and slipped a single finger inside you, prolonging the subtle bliss with three shallow thrusts that all ended with the sharp shock of your sweet spot being hit. 

Her balmy lips drew you in, kissing you soundly to swallow up the meek sounds spilling out of your agape mouth, and whilst successful in shushing you, nothing JJ was doing aided in quieting the cyclone looming large in your belly. You felt her, seated deep within you, exercising restraint with each curl and swirl of her finger. 

Time turned fickle, the progression from one digit to two lumbering, but it was a losing battle to fight against what you knew you needed and, by extension, what JJ additionally knew. Her holding back wasn’t jarring or vexing. Her actions were nurturing and diligent, ensuring that when the time came for her to slip more of herself inside you, pumping gently, you were present and pliant, able to acquaint yourself with every barrel of dynamite that exploded within your body. 

The cacophony of whimpers, moans, and cries ricocheted off your apartment walls, mixed with JJ’s racing breaths, creating a chorus to the harmonious soundscape that swallowed the noise of your mind. She was a musician, a maestro, and you were her muse. The undulating thud of your blood racing, pounding against your chest and racing in your ears, was a metronome, garnering speed with every pulse till it surpassed the speed of JJ’s timely strikes. 

She brushed the pad of her thumb over your clit, pulling away to watch your feature contort and your resolve crumble with a broken cry. 

“I know, baby,” JJ whispered, her breath warm against your chin, then hot against the centre of your throat, kissing, nibbling and sucking a linear path to where you felt your pulse strongest. 

Biting your nails into the fabric of JJ’s shirt, you rode her fingers, grinding back and forth till the dull ache of floorboards biting at your knees was non-existent compared to the crescendo leading to your peak. She met every shift of your hips with a flick of her wrist, keeping you steady with her hand on your waist as she found that rough patch of flesh and latched onto it with persistent taps. 

The light show obscuring your vision was blinding, forcing your eyes tightly shut. Trickling warmth surging from your belly that was once lulling and light transformed into a fierce, fiery beast spewing lava directly into your bloodstream. 

You snapped a hand to the back of JJ’s head, on the precipice of breaking, intent to only do so with her swallowing your rapture. It was not graceful or particularly pretty when you dragged JJ to you, teeth clawing at her lips, tongue unabashedly seeking passage into the opening of her mouth. It was primitive and carnal. It was the last stepping stone to euphoria. 

You shattered, shaking, swearing with the slide of your tongue against JJ’s you wouldn’t let a day pass where you didn’t think of this moment and how she could make you feel so whole by breaking you apart. 

You held yourself up for as long as possible, fighting a losing battle against the tremors wracking through your legs, torso and chest, if only to live in the slow kiss between you and JJ a little longer. She was a sip of whiskey after a long day, smoky in your throat, heavy in your chest and hot deep in the crux of your gut, the perfect medium between keeping one's senses addled and delivering a gentle kick hard enough to keep you in the now. Eventually, when your head was too heavy to hold, you unburdened yourself onto JJ.  

Beyond the stars dancing in the black of your vision, you rewrote the evening. It was not a man cast in shadows that greeted you at the bar; it was the woman whose hand was now caressing the back of your neck, her fingers still inside your twitching walls, curling and unfurling to prolong the aftermath of your orgasm. She’d approach you, trailing in the smell of roses and the carefree aroma of an autumn breeze, before leaning down to greet you properly with a chaste kiss. You would crave nothing more than that because, in this world, you had everything you ever needed. 

She’d talk, and you’d listen. Stories recounted about her day would drown out the hum of nearby chatter, the constant clattering of glasses placed down on tables and ice shaken over the bar would all fade to nothing as you’d be transported to a briefing room, a crime scene or even a desk where you could vividly picture JJ hunched over paperwork huffing, puffing and sighing. 

She’d sneak you off into the bathroom and kiss you again. The desperation of her glueing you to the counter, needing to find a way to get you away, would be absent. She’d push up against you because it was what she solely desired. The excitement of knowing she would return home with you no matter what the night brought was the only reason her hands never found one place on your body to settle. 

You’d steal glances and touches in the car, giddy like two children, knowing they were misbehaving. Impatient upon arrival to your apartment, she’d take your hand, sprint through door after door, dragging you behind her up the stairs with little else other than your naked form on her mind. She’d pull out her key, not the spare, her key, and pull you through the gates of heaven. She’d pull you home. 

Startled out of your stupor by the light tap on your thigh, you straightened your spine and rose your head to see JJ offering you a light smile. Her eyes fixed on the corridor over your shoulder, sliding to the right where the head of your couch peeked into sight. It was like a thunderbolt of realisation hit you; you could feel the pins and needles running through her legs. Having to hold you up for the better part of your little pick-me-up session, her position on the wonky bathroom tiles could have been better. 

“Oh!” you exclaimed, scrambling to rise to your feet and extending your hands out to help JJ up. “Sorry, I know I’m not exactly light.” 

There was a slight chance you had underestimated JJ’s ability to withstand such a cramped position. As soon as she was up, your hands were wound over her shoulders, and your legs swept from the floor to be wrapped around her hips. 

“JJ!” You squealed.

She silenced you with a stern ‘shh’ and, with little effort, walked the both of you through the narrow corridor. The gesture was far too domestic, especially when you cosied your nose to the side of her throat and breathed her in. 

—

Two hours later, when JJ had fallen asleep against the back of the couch with one hand snaked under your shirt resting on your belly and the other under your head, did you begin to grasp the severity of what had occurred. 

Somewhere along the line, you’d let your feelings bleed into logic, let fantasy pollute your senses till it was too late, and you’d stupidly begged JJ to take you when you were open and vulnerable. Maybe it was when she kissed you in the bathroom. Or in the car when you recounted everything she’d done for you to bring you out of your shell. Perhaps it was when she proved, once again, that she’d always protect and stand by you. 

Whatever it was, it was a mistake to give in. It meant ruination. 

It wasn’t a feat to stand above the sofa and admire the sleeping angel whose hand now inhabited the space you once filled, pick out each indentation on her soft cheek and match the patterns to the offending ruffled pillow case under JJ’s head. It felt like your very own game of Spot the Difference. A thought struck you then–had anyone else played this game? Did anyone else lie awake beside the blonde and map the invisible borders between each mole on her back? Did they receive stolen kisses in restaurant bathrooms, and if they did, did they hold as much weight as they did to a love-sick puppy like yourself? Were they reliant on the night to bring them to JJ, or were they good enough to have her whenever? For JJ to want them in ways she’d never want you? 

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to walk away and shut the door on the person whom you loved. It hurt to close your swollen eyes to the blistering image of JJ in bed with somebody else. You found yourself doing all these things anyway. 

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Ace Trappola

— Gets along with your family

He may be a big jerk to you but when he meets your parents or any of your family he is literally perfect. He will do anything and everything to look good in front of your family. It’s for approval but he’s the type to actually care as well. If you have younger siblings then he’d be willing to babysit them and buy them things (nothing too expensive hes not that nice).

— Will call you out

This may seem like a red flag to some but disagreements in any sort of relationship is good. He would never invalidate how you feel but if you need to be set straight, then he’ll do that for you. And likewise, if you call him out then he’ll take it just as seriously. When this happens, one of you are bound to be a bit hurt but Ace is thankful that you would do that for him.

Deuce Spade

— Waits for you

He is very patient. Every text he sends, he sits there waiting staring at his screen for a good 5 minutes, just waiting. If you two have different classes he is still dedicated to walk you to your next class. As soon as the bell rings he runs out the room and waits for you outside of yours. He’s also the one that waits for you when you tie your shoes.

— Always excited to see you

He lights up whenever he sees you. It could’ve been just a short 5 minutes and he waltz over to you like he hasn’t seen you in months. If he wasn’t so shy about it, he would pick you up off your feet and spin you around in a tight hug. He really can’t deny how much he loves being around you.

Cater Diamond

— Hypes you up

Your personal hypeman right here! It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, your posture, location, or mood he will shower you with compliments. “O-M-G you literally look ethereal right now. C’mere!” Takes lots of photos of you. He will try his best to fix your hair or clothes if it gets messed up.

— Buys matching things

You have so many matching accessories. Keychains, hairclips, bracelets, necklaces, etc… He loves matching things and he thinks it’s just so cute to match with someone. He knows you’ll never turn him down!! If he catches you wearing it or you ask him to match it, he literally won’t shut up and he will be all over you— you’re just so cute!!

Trey Clover

— Looks into your interests and hobbies

Not only will he listen to you talk about your interests or hobbies, he will actually try to get into it himself. He will keep you updated on his progress of your favorite show/book/game. And with hobbies he’s probably not gonna be very good at it if it’s something he hasn’t tried but at least you’re there to help him.

— Pats your head

Okay everyone needs a good head pat. It’s honestly a thing that’s never failed him (for the most part). Sometimes he’s a little awkward with physical affection even thought he actually loves it. The most casually thing is to just pat your head and say “I love you good job”.

Riddle Rosehearts

— Listens without judgement

If you ever need to talk to him about your problems, he’s all ears. You can tell he’s listening closely because of his gaze. He really only sees you when you’re talking and nobody else. It’s very intense (ﾟ∀ﾟ)… Whether if you’re in the wrong or not, he doesn’t scold you on it and gives his earnest opinion.

— Checks up on you for no reason

Please pick up his calls or else he will think you got kidnapped or something. He sorta just calls you and you can hear the relief and happiness in his voice. When you two are together, he’s always staring at you— trying to read your facial expression. Don’t be surprised if he randomly stops by, he just does that. He doesn’t really have a reason nor does he have the time for that but he does it anyway.

[shalotttower]

Permanence

Title: Permanence Fandom: Hunter x Hunter Summary: A simple evening at an art gallery turns into a daring decision to slip away from Chrollo's grasp. Word count: 2400+ Characters: Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, exploration of power dynamics, power imbalance.

Tonight you spend in the shower longer than you normally do. There're no tears, no, just exhaustion, both mental and physical that seems to be seeping into your bones deeper than ever. Waiting is the worst part. You don't know whether there will be any kind of consequences after the stunt you've pulled. You don't know if the extent of Chrollo's composure has stretched to anger - and that's after you've tried so hard to keep yourself from pushing him - or it's just annoyance. Which is not ideal, but workable.

It was supposed to be a nice, as much as it can be, evening. Just a walk through the gallery, a little bit of art admiration here, a little bit of talking there, maybe getting some dinner.

After the shower, you sit on the closed toilet lid, naked, and stare at the mirror that's still fogged from the steam. You don't like looking yourself in the eye lately, or rather what you see there. Fear doesn't become you. Neither does hopelessness. Your reflection seems foreign, unrecognizable at times when it should be familiar and safe, a thing you grew up with and are supposed to know by heart.

***

"I want to leave," you whispered when Chrollo put his arm around your waist. Yet another painting by an unknown artist; names that didn't ring a bell and suffering deities depicted on canvas twirled in an odd dance.

He didn't react immediately, so you repeated yourself. Something hinted that you should keep quiet and admire in silence, but something else entirely urged you to push. Perhaps it was too hot. Perhaps too many people were surrounding you and Chrollo's touch felt stifling rather than reassuring.

"Can we get out of here?"

He looked down at you, expression calm, and you could almost call it considering. The hand on your hipbone tightened just a notch, as if making sure you won't slip away.

"Not yet, dear. We haven't seen everything."

A sigh died somewhere in your chest before it got the chance to escape your lungs. "We've been here for over an hour," you managed. And while art usually caused pleasant emotions in you, right now it did nothing of sorts. People brushed past, paying little mind to the couple blocking one of the main hallways. You tried to not fidget under Chrollo's gaze.

Maybe he would've granted your request - who knows? Chrollo wasn't the type to deny you anything reasonable, not after almost four months of compliance - if a man had not appeared right next to you like a ghost out of thin air. You remembered him from a fine dinner, one of many. The memory was hazy, you had a glass of martini at Chrollo's indulgence which proved to be a bit stronger than expected. But the feeling, that sinking sensation of unease you got back then from the man's presence remained. As well as the smell of his cologne, leathery; it lingered behind him even after he left the table.

One look of his dark eyes was enough to make your stomach clench.

And then they started talking.

When you were a child you hated shopping with your mother. Groceries or clothing - no matter. It was not the process itself, but rather occasional encounters with other adults she knew. The chit-chats about everything and nothing could last forever, and you stood there, tugging on her hand to remind about your existence. Can we go? Can we go home, are you finished?

You weren't a child anymore, yet the impression of your own invisibility and being a silent accessory to Chrollo, although he occasionally looked down at you, brought those memories back.

The gallery room was too small. There were too many people.

The nape of your neck tingled.

You wrung your hand out of Chrollo's hold faster than any reasonable thought could stop you. He blinked in surprise, and that was the only time in four months you saw him taken aback for a small particle of a second. Before having a chance to see his composure settle back or properly regret your actions, you slipped through bodies like a fish. Stupid heels of elegant shoes with ankle straps and pointed toe tips hindered your every step. Your heartbeat hammered in your ears as if someone hit them with blunt force repeatedly. The dreadful dress he chose rustled against your legs, black velvet fabric clinging to your thighs when you tried to maneuver between visitors. You wanted to get out. Just to have some air. Just to take a breath.

"Dear," Chrollo's voice reached you from behind, but you didn't slow down. You passed paintings one by one. Saints screaming at your hasty steps and angry expressions seemed to judge you. "Dear." Louder now. People were throwing curious glances at you both.

You did not spot a waiter who stopped abruptly before you with a tray of wine glasses in time.

It was really supposed to be a nice evening.

***

You towel dry your hair until it feels acceptable enough and pull the pajama on, a silky set Chrollo gifted (replaced yours with). It is more comfortable than anything you've ever owned, but still too short on your frame and reveals way too much skin for your liking. He won't let you sleep not in the bed tonight, this much is obvious. The makeshift mattress you've made on the floor is nowhere to be seen just like you expected.

So be it.

Quietly you slip under the covers and turn on your side, facing the window. The sheets smell fresh and clean and there's even a hint of lavender underneath if you focus hard, but right now all you can focus on is getting through this night. Sleep comes quick. Or so you think because when Chrollo lies down next to you, you jerk awake. His body radiates warmth, not close enough to touch just yet, but the knowledge that it'll change soon causes a surge of nausea within you.

He shifts with a faint rustling of silk sheets. An arm comes to drape around your middle like a shackle; you move closer to the bed edge, curling yourself into a ball. It almost seems like you might fall off, and perhaps you will, really, your leg is already hanging in part.

A delicate kiss is placed at the top of your spine, bare where the shirt doesn't reach your shoulder blades. Another one follows on your vertebrae and then he pulls you flush against him. Your heartbeat speeds up and palms become cold; his - is slow and steady, like always.

"You're going to fall off," he whispers.

"Fine by me." You whisper too for some reason, despite there being nobody else to hear you.

There's a soft exhale from behind and his hand begins to rub circles on your tense stomach, lazy motions that go up to your rib cage and down to the belly button. Chrollo's breath tickles your nape and you know that if it wasn't for four months of constant touches, caresses and brushes, you would've pushed him away. Careful conditioning - that's what it is, you're not stupid. Your body knows him, his scent, his hands and voice now, even though your mind screams at them to keep their distance.

He hums when you shudder.

"Cold?" Chrollo asks. One of his fingers traces the hem of your shorts. Your hand comes over it and halts it midway.

"Please stop," you say, and it's the first time since this all started your voice is actually cracking, like an eggshell. Fragile at the edges.

He doesn't say anything but the motion ceases. Slowly, his hand retreats to come rest on your hipbone where it grants you a gentle squeeze.

Chrollo kisses the back of your head.

"Sleep," he tells you.

Easier said than done.

***

The new penthouse looks pretty much like any other you've stayed in – large bed and luxurious decor. It even has a grand piano standing in one of the corners which you have no idea how to play. Chrollo releases your hand and heads into the bathroom while you wander around, poking at things just for the sake of having something to do. A glass figurine of a little ballerina catches your attention. She seems frozen in her sorrowful stance, looking downwards to the ground beneath her tiny pointe shoes. You turn it this way and that, watching light catch on the shiny surface.

The shower starts running.

It's been only three days after the incident in the gallery and Chrollo hasn't commented upon it in the slightest. Maybe he's simply biding his time, you wouldn't be surprised.

Eventually you settle down onto the soft mattress and grab the first random book from the side table. Reading helps. Immersing yourself into fiction distracts from reality.

You thumb through the pages and find out that it's some sort of a romance novel, a period one judging by the writing style. Some duke-like character seems to be enamored with one of his maids but can't do anything about it because of social stigmas. The woman herself is poor as a church mouse yet beautiful beyond words - a bit cliché if you're honest, still there's nothing wrong with it per se, everyone can enjoy their guilty pleasures.

Chrollo emerges from the bathroom after some time, drying his hair with a towel. He moves about the room: unpacking your luggage, hanging up clothes in the closet, etc. Your eyes follow him without meaning to. There are times like this when Chrollo almost feels like a normal person. What he is doing seems domestic enough to trick your brain into short periods of blissful ignorance. Then your gaze falls onto the cross tattoo on his forehead and the illusion breaks like a soap bubble on a sunny day.

You turn another page and read half a paragraph before realizing you've absorbed absolutely nothing.

"What are you reading?" Chrollo sits by your side after he's finished unpacking. His voice is light, almost casual. Almost playful. It puts you on edge.

"Something I found." You close the book and show him the cover. "It was next to the bed."

He leans forward, glancing at the words written on the page. When Chrollo speaks, there's amusement in his tone. "Interesting."

Interesting. What's that supposed to mean? You keep your eyes trained on the text, but try as you might, the words seem meaningless, jumbled. Chrollo rests his hand on your calf. He keeps it there for a few moments before sliding it upward, slowly, toward your knee. You give him a look. "What are you doing?"

"Getting your attention," he responds with the simplicity of someone stating the weather outside.

"You have it. What is it?" It's that type of a stare he gives you that had almost transformed into his personal form of art. One that takes everything in without any effort – from your eyebrows furrowed in suspicion to the corners of your mouth turned downward into a frown.

"You know," Chrollo says thoughtfully. "I've been thinking."

Isn't he always?

He squeezes your leg under your knee, where skin is more sensitive and then you're cornered - right between him and the headboard.

"Your behavior in the gallery, dear. It was rather unexpected," he tells you and the sinking feeling turns into full blown nausea in your throat.

You knew it. Knew that he was going to get back to this, sooner or later. Fuck. "You've been behaving so well these past months and I wonder what prompted this."

Chrollo tilts his head.

"I'm sorry." You reply and shift. "I got anxious."

"Go on," he says when you don't elaborate, not sounding angry or upset, just curious. The warm thumb traces patterns on your knee cap - you hate how Chrollo does this, makes you talk when he could leave you alone and drop the subject.

You have to continue now.

"New spaces isn't really my thing, and yesterday I felt... Pressured. It wasn't intentional, I simply," you shrug your shoulders, "got overwhelmed and acted on impulse. I shouldn't have."

Your voice doesn't crack once and you're proud over that.

"Hm." Chrollo hums but it's neither approving nor disapproving, more like pondering. He moves closer so your knees bump against each other. This is dangerous territory – him being close while questioning you, you know better than to pull back now.

"You're sorry," he says, a strand of damp hair falls onto his forehead. "Are you sorry because you understand what you did wrong," each word is precise as if to drill into your head. "Or are you apologizing because you're afraid of the consequences?"

You stare at his shirt instead of his face. The top three buttons are undone, revealing a patch of pale skin. You want to button them up - knowing him, it's hardly a coincidence.

"Both, I think." You opt for honesty, because lying to Chrollo would most likely end with him seeing right through it, regardless of your efforts.

His frame effectively blocks out everything else from view: up close like this he's handsome, there's no denying it. Dark eyes framed by long eyelashes and soft lips and high cheekbones that make him look like a model out of a fashion magazine. And yet there's also coldness underneath it all, hidden behind those charming smiles and polite remarks. It sometimes gives you an uncanny impression: Chrollo seems frozen, suspended in that state of perpetual calmness, like time stopped ticking inside of his chest.

"What now?" You ask, heart thrumming somewhere deep near the bottom of your rib cage. The book lays forgotten next to you, pages bent after it slipped from your grasp and hit the mattress.

Chrollo cups your cheek with one hand, "Now we continue the evening."

Continue?

The confusion must show on your face because he chuckles. "You apologized," it feels patronizing but you try to ignore it for the sake of getting over with whatever this is. "And admitted your faults. I can overlook a single instance of defiance–especially since you explained yourself so well."

Relief washes over you, making your shoulders sag. You take the book, careful not to let your fingers brush, he seems to like skin on skin contact.

"I expect better behavior next time, dear."

"I'll try," You mutter under your breath.

His hand slips away from your thigh and moves to grab the remote - news, of course, - Chrollo watches news almost religiously every night before going to sleep. "I appreciate when you behave," he adds smoothly. "It makes everything much easier for both of us."

He settles his head on your lap, and it feels heavy, and his damp hair tickles, but you don't dare push him off.

[spenceragnewfics]

EFFIE'S MASTERLIST

Started: Jun. 13, 2024

Updated: July 16, 2024

(banners by @cafekitsune)

SPENCER AGNEW

(18+) FACIAL - a special date night turns into something special for spencer.

THE PA & THE DIRECTOR - Starting as an intern, Y/N forms a close relationship with Spencer which turns into a very loving but secret relationship. That is until the three newest cast members and a returning owner finds evidence to prove otherwise.

BABY I'M YOURS - During a Smosh company party, Spencer gets desperate to have some alone time with Y/N.

SICK DAY - Spencer hates being sick, but thankfully, he has Y/N to help him get better

WEDDING BELLS?! - Filming a birthday TNTL is always special, especially when Y/N and Spencer can do a joke poking at their best friends.

LIGHT BURNS - Spencer and Y/N are the mom and dad of the Smosh office, but what happens when a new games editor appears and takes a lot of Spencer's attention?

HIS CARETAKER - Y/N has always been a caretaker, she just didn't realize how much she would need to be one for her boyfriend.

I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOU - When the four newest Smosh cast members are curious as to how Y/N and Spencer met. The story time turns into another heartwarming story.

YOU WRITE FANFICTION?! - As one of the scriptwriters for Smosh, you've always loved writing. It's just that no one knows you also write fanfiction, including your boyfriend...who is one of the people you write about most. (100 followers special)

NOT SUCH A PARTY BOY - You've never been much of a party girl like your roommate but for her birthday you agreed to go to frat party with her. Oh how your life will change.

THE INTERN

CHAPTER ONE - Y/N has been a fan of Smosh since they could remember. Now about to enter their senior year of college, they get an opportunity to be an intern at the Smosh Office and their first day has arrived.

CHOKE ME - Y/N is Erin's roommate and best friend since forever. Having grown close to the Smosh crew because of her friendship with Erin, they've grown a crush on a certain director of gaming. Now at Erin's birthday party a certain accessory sets everything into motion.

UNDER THE DESK - Life can be very stressful. Especially when your boyfriend is always busy. When Y/N and Spencer finally get a night to themselves, work seems to never be done but Y/N is determined to give Spence some stress relief.

SPLISH SPLASH - After a very long and stressful shooting week, Y/N needs a little stress relief and luckily her boyfriend, Spencer, knows just how to help.

DATE NIGHT - After weeks of not being able to spend a night together, Spencer makes a plan to take Y/N out for a date night that quickly turns steamy.

JEALOUSY JEALOUSY - After a childhood friend joins Smosh, Spencer gets a little jealous when he steps over a boundary Y/N has set many times.

WE'RE JUST FRIENDS? - You have told you're best friend Spencer everything...well except two things. You're in love with him and you're still a virgin. Two things you never plan to tell him...until you do.

MISC.

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Hcs for the boys' toxic traits. Preferably arthur, javier, john, and charles, but other boys are welcome too! I'm curious to see what you'd say Dutch's toxic traist are, though they're pretty self explanatory 😭

I just love how you write sm sorreyyyy

Van Der Linde Gang's Toxic traits

(Arthur Morgan, Javier Escuella, John Marston, Charles Smith, Micah Bell, Dutch Van Der Linde, Sean Macguire, Kieran Duffy, Eagle Flies)

HAHAHA THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. I tried not to sugarcoat anything.

Arthur Morgan - He definitely has some trouble communicating. Not to say he never will communicate with you but it'll be long in between and after it's been plaguing him for a milenium. As we've seen, this man is capable of having deep, well thought out conversations. He'd also be pretty prideful to some degree. Mostly depends what point in time you start dating, later in game he'd be able to see past his pride. Also, I feel like if you were dating a major point of contention in your relationship would be questioning whether it's time to move on from this life.

Javier Escuella - WAY too jealous. I don't even mean it in a cute way but in a way that would genuinely cause several arguments between you two. "Why were you looking at him that way?" "That sounded like you were flirting with him" "Why do you spend so much time around the other guys?" Would also be around you 24/7. Someone would be incapable of having a conversation with you that doesn't include Javier. You two would also argue about Dutch's leadership skills.

John Marston - Oh my God this man is so indecisive. Doesn't know what he wants ever. In a modern setting you two would be sitting in the car, asking each other back and forth "what do you wanna eat?". And his commitment issues? Good lord. At some points in your relationship it'd probably feel like you guys aren't dating at all. You'd probably have to beg him to put some effort into the relationship to be honest.

Charles Smith - It's so hard to think of ANYTHING this man can do wrong but alas, I must. You probably wouldn't be his top priority at all times. Which isn't to say you should ALWAYS be at the top of his list, but sometimes it can result in your feelings being neglected over a situation that affects you. Only when the day reaches it's end will he consult you over something, which will have you feeling incredibly frustrated.

Micah Bell - This man is a walking red flag so let's not dance around his flaws. Incredibly prideful, will ignore your warnings over something just to get his way. Also probably lies to you A LOT. Can be way too rough with you in many aspects. Also this man embodies the word sleezy. Yuck.

Dutch Van Der Linde - Do I even need to say. So fucking stubborn. He also probably thinks he's intelectually superior to you. If you bring up a concern to him he'll probably use as many flowery and big words as possible to make himself appear smarter during the discussion than he actually is. And if you advise him to do anything he'll probably just ignore you, saying you don't know what you're talking about. All in all, thinks he's better than you. Also you're probably a trophy wife since Dutch views women as accessories to his success, if you can even call it success.

Sean Macguire - He doesn't take anything seriously. If you're trying to have a genuine discussion with him he'll play it down and make it seem less important or severe than it actually is. Don't even bother trying to emphasize how serious you are because he won't take that seriously either. It's only until he feels the consequences of his actions will he listen to you, which results in a frustrating cycle.

Kieran Duffy - Also very indecisive but in the way where he can't speak up for himself because he doesn't think it's important. Has such low self esteem, he also probably thinks his emotions are less important which results in a lot of miscommunication on his behalf. Sorta just let's you take the lead all the way, always let's you have your way, with no valuable input of his own. You have to shake his shoulders and beg for him to actually speak his mind.

Eagle Flies - He's probably so childish. Like, mommy issues CEO over here. Will probably seek for you to fulfill that role in his life. Has almost no control over his emotions and has trouble identifying them, and when he does indentify them, has absolutely no idea what to do with them in terms of expression. He will make various efforts to communicate with you but will struggle immensely. Being with him will probably be like teaching a man how to experience emotions in a healthy way. I could write an entire post dedicated to what I think his toxic traits are

More eagle flies ones

[gyundo]

“A Neighbor Like You”

Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung) x Male Reader

SMUT! DNI if under 18!!!

Plot: Doyoung is Y/N’s older neighbor who takes an interest in the boy.

Y/N L/N was in his first year of college and was just moving into his new apartment. Excited to start a new phase in his life, Y/N put down the box in his hands and looked around to the place that would become his home.

Y/N’s parents walked in the door a moment after with the last of Y/N’s things. After a tearful goodbye, Y/N waved goodbye to his parents and went up to his apartment.

Y/N walked around the place with a deep sigh, having left home for the first time and unsure of when he’d see his parents next. Yet at the same time, Y/N was ready to begin his independent life.

In an effort to get to know his neighbors, Y/N decided to give some of his cookies to everyone on his story, starting with his next door neighbor.

Y/N quietly walked over to the next door and rung the bell, a little bit nervous about whether his neighbors would be nice and welcoming or rough and rude.

The door was opened by a handsome man in his mid 30s with a white T-shirt that showed off his muscular build. While not a bodybuilder, it was clear that the man had worked out for a good time, furthered by his significantly muscular thighs on display with his 2 inch inseam shorts.

Y/N looked up and down and was drooling in his mind before the neighbor said, “Can I help you?”

Y/N snapped back to reality, introducing himself, “Hello, I’m Y/N L/N, and I just moved here. I wanted to give you these cookies and please let me know if you need me anytime for anything .”

The man looked Y/N up and down, before teasing him by grabbing his hand and then the box of cookies before saying, “Thanks, I’m Doyoung and I might take you up on that offer real soon.”

Y/N quickly gave the rest of his neighbors cookies, who were mostly families. Y/N couldn’t get the image of the mature man who opened the door for him out of his sinful mind as he pondered on what they could be doing as they were only a wall away.

Doyoung knocked on Y/N’s door while Y/N has just finished stashing away all of his things. Y/N ran up to go answer and was more than excited to see the handsome man again. At a closer distance, Y/N was able to smell his cologne and naturally musky smell, attracting him more to the older man as he kept looking up and down the eye candy called Doyoung.

“You said I could call you anytime, Y/N. Here I am, I need some help with dinner,” Doyoung slyly replied while giving Y/N a smirk.

Y/N was too innocent to pick up on the smirk but thought it was very clever that his neighbor found a way to invite him over for dinner. Nonetheless, Y/N was very excited and followed his neighbor into his apartment.

Y/N’s eyes looked around in shock as he noticed Doyoung’s detailed wall accents, accessories, and furniture that was extremely well kept, especially for a bachelor. He was only impressed more and more by Doyoung, who invited Y/N into the kitchen.

“It’s making dinner and finishing it that I needed your help with,” Doyoung joked.

Y/N expressed his gratitude to Doyoung for letting him in and for the dinner while Doyoung instructed Y/N to cut some green onions for a garnish.

Y/N kept stealing glances of Doyoung’s body and face, enthralled by the square rim glasses falling low on Doyoung’s nose, the defintion and veins on his arms emerging with every chop he made with the knife, and the meatiness of Doyoung’s thighs.

Y/N just kept collecting images of Doyoung in his mind, probably for jerk off material later, but what he didn’t realize is that his gaze was obvious to the experienced Doyoung.

Doyoung knew Y/N was attracted to him and was ready to ensnare him in his trap. Making a small move to fluster him, Doyoung tsk tsked to Y/N.

“You’re not cutting the green part fine enough, lemme show you,” Doyoung claimed with a straight face, all the while walking over to Y/N and hovering over his body. Doyoung leaned in and held Y/N’s hand over the knife as he guided his chopping, while simultaneously moving his body closer to Y/N’s. His front side was eventually fully pressed against Y/N’s back, enabling him to feel Y/N smooth and bouncy ass on his crotch.

Y/N on the other hand, could not stop blushing after he felt Doyoung’s large cock, making it clear there was no underwear underneath Doyoung’s already revealing shorts. Y/N’s just let Doyoung’s hand take control of the knife and his hand as he felt the warmth from behind him.

Doyoung slowly moved away, knowing that Y/N was in a state like hypnosis and would do whatever the older wanted out of attraction.

The dinner was soon finished, as Doyoung asked Y/N questions and learned of the other’s young age, his college apprehensions, while informing the other of his age and lifestyle as well.

Doyoung and Y/N’s neighborly relationship had started on good footing, but things were only about to get better and closer.

Right before Y/N was to bring the plates into the dining room, Doyoung cleaver stashed away the second chair so there was only one chair left.

As Y/N brought the food to the table, Doyoung explained that he only kept one chair because it was usually just him at home, but it wasn’t going to be an issue.

Doyoung sat down and Y/N was shocked as Doyoung pulled Y/N down into his lap.

“Problem solved, you can just sit in my lap. There’s not going to be any trouble with that, right Y/N?” Doyoung teased with a smirk as Y/N blushed.

Y/N was struggling to prevent getting an erection while sitting on such a hot man’s thighs. Y/N enjoyed the warmth of Doyoung’s muscular things and abdomen more than the warmth of the rice bowl he was eating, and he convinced himself to relish every moment of sitting on Doyoung’s lap in case he didn’t have the opportunity again.

Luckily for Y/N, Doyoung saw through all of his antics as clear as day and let the younger have his way with maximizing the skinship between the two. Doyoung himself was having trouble restraining himself from an erection as the younger shifted on his lap, allowing Doyoung to enjoy the shape of Y/N’s ass as well.

Dinner was soon finished, and Doyoung took off his shirt, “Damn that rice bowl really heated me up (in more ways than one).” Y/N was still eating, but he kept sneaking glances at Doyoung’s abs, well defined pecs, and rounded, muscular shoulders.

As oblivious as a virgin would be, Y/N just kept getting hornier while not realizing Doyoung’s intent.

Doyoung knew that Y/N was a virgin from the way he acted and saw that his chance to take the younger was a pretty good one, as Y/N clearly swinged his way.

Doyoung got up once Y/N finished his meal and led him into the bedroom, “There’s something here I need your help with.”

Just as Y/N entered, Doyoung quickly shut the door behind him and pushed Y/N to the wall as he kissed him aggressively.

“My first kiss, mm, feels so good,” Y/N thought as he tried to kiss back Doyoung, whose tongue was encircling his in a dance that spoke of technique and experience. Y/N was shocked but due to his arousal, he melted right into Doyoung’s arms.

Doyoung moved their lower bodies closer as he pulled his lips apart from Y/N before whispering in his ear,“ It’s my cock that really needs your tight hole, the dinner was just a distraction,” all the while rubbing his hard on against Y/N’s.

Y/N was worried on how he would take a large cock in his virgin ass that had never even been touched before, but his horniness clouded his mind as he agreed, saying out to the other with a blank expression, “Please take me. I’ve been so horny painfully so since I saw you this afternoon. I want you to give me my first feeling of cock, please you’re such a DILF, Doyoung.”

Doyoung smirked back, “I had my eyes on you too, you seemed like such a fresh piece of meat that I knew I wanted to the be the first to pound your hole so you learn how good anal can be. Looks like all my tactics worked, I’ve ensnared another prey in my trap of attraction.”

Doyoung threw Y/N onto the bed before kissing him aggressively again. Doyoung took off Y/N’s t-shirt before sucking on his nipples.

“Milk me, D-Daddy. AHHH,” Y/N screamed as he felt a surge of sensitivity in the area before Doyoung moved onto the next one, prompting a light yelp. Doyoung then skillfully rid Y/N of the confinements of his shorts and underwear with just one hand, while the other muscular hand with veins and thick fingers rubbed itself all over Y/N’s abdomen, like a massage that was giving the other warmth and making his lower body feel a pressure to cum.

Knowing that Y/N was being stimulated extremely well due to his technique. Doyoung began to slowly pump Y/N’s cock with a tight grip as Y/N moaned out.

“It feels so good, it never feels this good when I do it,” Y/N said with a fucked-out expression.

“That’s cause I know exactly how to make you feel good, Y/N,” Doyoung proudly stated while rubbing his finger over Y/N’s glans, causing the younger to throw his head back and lift up his legs.

Doyoung stopped abruptly as the younger began to whimper for more pleasure, “Don’t you think it’s time I pound your ass nice and good, Y/N? You better only cum from having this cock inside you. Take a nice long, hard look,” while Doyoung took off his own shorts.

Y/N kept staring at Doyoung’s cock, which perfectly matched his body in its huge size. 9 inches long with a thick shaft and multiple veins that emphasized its power, Y/N never felt like he needed dick more in his life than in this moment.

Doyoung brought his fingers close to Y/N’s mouth, commanding the younger to lick. He scooped up a decent amount of Y/N’s saliva, rubbing it over his cock.

Y/N yelped as Doyoung flipped him over onto his stomach and got behind him, holding open his ass cheeks to reveal his tight, pink, virgin hole.

Doyoung spit onto Y/N’s hole, before getting on his knees right behind Y/N in order to rub his tip against Y/N’s hole.

“Ready to be a slut just for me, Y/N? Want me to pound your ass until you forget your name and your body is imprinted with the shape of my cock?”

Y/N groaned, “Mmm, please Mr. Kim breed me good.”

Doyoung chuckled, “Of course I will, not everyone opens up their virgin ass to a stranger within the first few hours of meeting them. No condom either, your ass need to know how real cock feels.”

Doyoung quickly pushed all of his cock into Y/N’s tight hole at once, feeling the need to do him nice and rough his first time. Y/N yelled out at the huge intrusion in his formerly virgin ass that had never been touched before, let alone penetrated by a huge cock.

“How does my huge dick feel,” Doyoung asked while reveling in the pleasure of having his dick surrounded tightly after a very long time.

“Mm-g-good,” Y/N managed to cry out while tears rolled out of his eyes due to the searing pain in his ass.

“Your ass is so tight, pretty lucky that you found a perfect cock like me to take it,” Doyoung cooed while thrusting further up.

Y/N’s tears increased as Doyoung’s thrusts only increased, in both frequency and depth.

Y/N thoroughly felt his ass being mangled and pounded deep as he struggled to cope with the initial pain, still crying out.

Doyoung stopped for a brief second, “Aww, is my baby crying? Does it hurt?” to Y/N.

Just as Y/N nodded, Doyoung resumed his thrusts at an even more increased pace, “You need to adjust to cock properly Y/N, that’s the only way you’ll learn to enjoy mine”.

Y/N’s tears increased as the pain remained the same but he slowly got used to the pleasure as Doyoung relentlessly thrusted into him from behind.

The warmth from Doyoung’s well exercised abs and soft pecs turned on Y/N even more as Doyoung reeled in the joy of Y/N’s tight ass, whispering dirty nothings in his ear as he continued his anal onslaught.

Doyoung’s thick, sweaty balls slapped hard against Y/N’s taint as he asked, “Enjoying getting done all rough like this by a huge cock. I’m not done yet?” while increasing his thrusts to an animalistic pace inside Y/N, as his ass slowly molded to the shape of Doyoung’s cock.

Y/N responded with a moan as Doyoung stuffed his mouth with his pheromone laced underwear that smelled strongly of his cock, while putting his hands around Y/N’s neck to lightly choke him.

“This is what a young boy like you truly needs, a real man’s cock ruining your ass deeply and teaching you the pleasure of having big dick in stuffing your tight hole. You like getting manhandled like this, don’t you Y/N. You wanted this all along, didn’t you?” Doyoung dirtily questioned the younger.

“Mhm-AAHH,” Y/N yelled out through the fabric stuffed in his mouth as his eyes rolled back from Doyoung’s large cock rubbing right against his prostate. Doyoung smirked at the reaction and began incessantly thrusting right at Y/N’s prostate as his cock began twitching uncontrollably.

“I’m gonna breed you and make you my personal boy. My cock is going to feed your ass with a huge amount of daddy’s cum. I want your ass to know my dick very well since this will be a daily thing from now on, right Y/N? Your tight pink hole is all mine,” Doyoung yelled out while moving his girthy cock through the tight and moist passage Y/N provided.

Every thrust had Y/N’s hole twitching around Doyoung’s cock as his walls squeezed and hugged his veins tightly. Doyoung was enjoying such a tight, pure ass after so long and swore to make it completely his by marking it up with his hot cum. He wanted the shape of his cock impressioned inside Y/N’s hole so it was clear it belonged to him.

“So-so BIG DOYOUNG,” Y/N yelled out with a muffled voice while simulate pulse licking the shorts in his mouth to enjoy the pheromones of Doyoung’s cock that was thrusting in his ass mercilessly, opening it up for the first time.

Y/N was full of overstimulation as he felt the warmth from Doyoung’s large muscles, smell from his underwear, and his huge cock abusing his prostate with perfect technique and precision, sending rippling waves of pleasure throughout his body.

Doyoung had succeeded, as there was no way Y/N wouldn’t be able to resist having this pleasure coursing throughout his body every single day. Y/N knew only Doyoung’s girth cock, still pounding away at his squelching hole, would be able to satisfy him.

Doyoung’s cock continued to fill Y/N’s ass perfectly to the brim, stretching out his asshole so much for the first time, and making the experience addictive for both.

“You want my cum now, bitch boy? You want daddy to cum in you and mark you his? You’re gonna take this big load, i’ve been saving it just for this tight ass. You want everyone to see that only I can pound you this rough and good,” Doyoung asked with pride as his thrusts got faster, never faltering.

“MAKE ME YOURS DADDY, FILL UP MY HOLE WITH YOUR CUM AND IMPREGNATE ME! I ONLY WANT YOUR HUGE DICK MR KIM,” Y/N moaned while pushing his ass back onto Doyoung’s cock meeting his thrusts.

“I’m the only one who’s good enough to take you and I’m cumming in your ass cause it belongs to me now. A youngster like you needs the semen of a mature daddy in your ass to really be broken in fully,” Doyoung moaned out as he felt his climax nearing.

Doyoung pulled out and slapped his humongous cock inside Y/N once again, bulging his abdomen and causing him to let out a loud moan of pleasure as Doyoung groaned, leaning his head back as his cock let out years of semen into Y/N’s ass, painting his pink walls fully with the color of Doyoung’s cum. The sound of large spurts forcefully landing on Y/N’s pink walls abused by Doyoung’s cock filled the room. Doyoung had finished taking and impregnating a virgin Y/N with his large cock and his cum that now squelched the inside of Y/N’s ass.

Doyoung slowly moved his cock back and forth to let Y/N’s ass feel the warmth of his hot semen as Y/N came from the feeling, releasing in giant threads all over Doyoung’s mattress, out of a great pleasure that Y/N had never felt before.

“Keep your huge dick inside my ass daddy, I don’t want any of your cum to leave me and prevent me from fully getting pregnant, Y/N moaned out slutily.

“Of course my Y/N-ie, I definitely needed a horny neighbor like you,” Doyoung smirked back as his cock became hard again and the thrusting resumed, overstimulating Y/N with a pleasure that made his mind go blank over and over again, as another session of many commenced.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

m6 reacting to MC with horns and a tail?

The Arcana Mini-HCs: MC with horns and a tail

Julian: has so many questions about the anatomy aspect of this. how exactly are the horns attached. is your tail an extension of your pelvis. what kind of strain is this putting on your spinal column???

Asra: sees both as mere opportunities for more whimsy. can and will decorate your appendages with string lights and flowers and holographic bubbles at random occasions, just for the good vibes

Nadia: finds your appearance truly majestic. held back when she first met you, but loves to find accessories for them. gold caps for your horns, bracelets with tinkling bells for your tail, floating scarves ...

Muriel: doesn't see much to comment on, since every physical appearance is just right, exactly as it is. (and maybe he thinks your horns getting leaves caught on them is adorable beyond words)

Portia: she's mesmerized by the similarities between your tail expressions and Pepi's tail expressions. she also likes teasingly hanging teacups/teatowels from your horns to dry (joking, joking!)

Lucio: he just likes the feel of them. seriously, he keeps trying to hold the tip of your tail instead of your hand when he walks with you, and reaches for your horns every single time you lean in for a kiss

[chuuyrr]

WOULD'VE BEEN — BEAST! DAZAI OSAMU

౨ৎ CW(s): gn! reader, beast!au, angst/romance, kinda short

౨ৎ SYNOPSIS: in which dazai osamu's timeless love for you knows no bounds, even in another life.

inspired by: timeless and enchanted by taylor swift !

it was late afternoon when dazai passes by an antique shop down the block that didn't have customers, but a voice in the back of his head urges him to stop on his tracks and check it out.

drawn towards the antique shop, dazai feels his own feet move and his hands push the door open, causing the bell at the top of the frame to chime as he steps inside.

there was an elderly lady at the cashier and maintaining the antique shop, but when she saw the man clothed in black with a bandaged eye, her face wrinkled into a warm smile as she welcomed him inside. he could see how the old lady was taken aback by his look, yet she remained kind as he was a customer.

dazai merely nods curtly in response to the old lady's greeting before wandering about the shop, unfazed of the old lady's watchful gaze.

he couldn't care less about the trinkets, keychains, and accessories in here, but then his gaze fell upon an open box of pictures, and curiosity gets the best of him when he notices the sign above the open box of old pictures, seeing how each only sold for a couple of cents.

dazai quietly finds himself reaching into the box and seeing that it contains photographs, which appear to have been taken years ago given that they are all in black and white.

he discovers an image of a couple holding hands at the porch of their first home, and then another, but this time it was a photograph of high school sweethearts, laughing and holding hands, looking so happy with genuine smiles.

all of the photographs he sees next show a kind of love that only comes along once in a lifetime.

dazai takes a long breath, his hand reflexively grasping the pictures a little too tightly, causing them to crumple slightly.

normally, something as sentimental as these photographs wouldn't make him feel anything, but when he looked at them again, he saw a different person.

dazai saw you and him instead, and he wished it had really been the two of you instead.

that's when his thoughts turned to you, and you filled his entire mind with questions after questions.

would you have looked at him in the same way just like the lover to his beloved in the photos did? even in the middle of a crowded street?

perhaps in another life, dazai muses as he puts the images back in the box—just not in this one, sadly.

dazai keeps wandering around the antique shop, discovering new things like a stack of books covered with cobwebs.

he takes one in his hand and silently flips through the pages, which are already brown and worn from time, and it doesn't take him long to realize it's a diary. but as he reads the sentences in quiet, he finds himself scoffing, his gaze narrowing as he picks up on the story in it.

what was this antique shop doing to him?

was it to rub in his face of what could've been?

it was just cruel and twisted.

the bell by the door opening brings him back to reality as he feels the heavy burden on his shoulders again. dazai sighs to himself as puts the cobweb-covered book back and turns his head, ready to leave now that there is another customer in the antique shop besides him.

but dazai is unable to move and stands still, completely surprised, by what he sees.

"oh, my. why haven't i come here before?" you exclaim in a soft gasp of wonder as you look around the antique shop with curiosity.

it was you in all your grandeur, looking the same as you did in another life, still smiling warmly, and he is amazed and falls in love all over again at the sight of you in front of him.

the story breaks down his mind and body as it seems to halt when you walk into the shop, catching his eyes and finding the story starting when your eyes finally meet his and you speak.

"hello," your voice was as soothing and kind as it had always been, and it sounded like music to his ears, and dazai had missed it so much.

he notices you tilting your head to the side and hears your eyes ask, "have we met before?"' and felt the want to scream yes.

to tell you how long he had been waiting and longing to see you again in this life, but dazai knows he can't as his breath hitches.

"s-sir? are you okay?" your concerned voice surprises him. you were much closer now.

"huh?" was all he could utter in confusion.

dazai sees you rummaging through your pockets and pulls out a handkerchief, only for you to hand it to him before pointing it out to him, "sir, you're crying."

oh.

he never cries. he never did in his lifetime, but it appears that even in this world, you still hold his heart for him to do so. as dazai blinks, he notices how fuzzy his vision has become as a result of his tears filing his eyes and dampening the bandages covering his left eye.

he shakily reaches for your handkerchief, tears welling up in his eyes as his fingers grazes your warm skin. even your touch in this world was the same as it had always been.

"i'm sorry.. thank you.." dazai exhales, his sullen expression suddenly hidden by an exasperated fit of laughter as he wipes his tears with your handkerchief.

as he finishes, he hands you back your handkerchief, which you accept with a smile.

"it's no problem, but are you sure you're okay, sir?" you ask again, your face concerned.

"hmm? oh, yes. i'm fine, love," dazai laughs and shrugs it off as nothing, "i was going through old photographs and stuff here in this shop and got a bit sentimental, and then i saw you."

"i see, i see," you say softly with a small giggle, shaking your head, "well, i'm sorry to bother you, sir. i'm glad you're okay."

"no need for that, dear. i should be the one apologizing for worrying you," dazai insists with a smile, a genuine smile as he waves his hand.

he sees you nod and smile again before you excuse yourself and move past him to look around the store.

as dazai turns his head over his shoulder, he finds you conversing with the kind old lady of the antique shop while digging through the things you found interesting and charming.

as he recalls the images and book he read over earlier while staring at you at this instance, memories flood his head.

dazai had found you again, and even in another life, you made his head swirl, and all he could think of was how you could have still been his.

if only the story had gone back to the beginning page instead of where it was about to conclude. despite his thoughts echoing your name and filled his mind with memories of you from the other realities, it was already too late.

the pieces were already in place, and how could he take this away from you? to see you happy and safe, thriving in a life where you were just a regular citizen, not a member of an armed detective agency or anything..

and he couldn't stop thinking about one thing;

the regret of not being able to share and live this life with you.

where you could have been his,

where you and dazai could have been the ones in the old photographs he saw earlier,

and where you could have said you two were truly timeless.

nonetheless, dazai is grateful for meeting you again and falling in love with you. he has always loved you in every universe after all.

even in this separate life, even though fate has torn you two apart in this reality.

"we would've been timeless," dazai murmurs softly to himself before leaving the antique shop, his head and heart laden with grief.

=͟͟͞♡˖ ° niki says ! ༉‧₊˚.

sigh, the kind of things miss taylor swift makes me write with the songs she wrote 💔 oh, and i am also dedicating this beast! dazai fic to @anqelically and @ruru-kiss !! (already hugging you both in advance because 🫂🥲)

[joocomics]

my favorite treat

day 28 — pet play w/ jooyeon ⌞⌗ kinktober ⌝

𓂃⠀𓈒 bf!jooyeon x fem!reader

genre: smut — mdni! wc: 1.1k

contains: established relationship, sub!reader, pet play, collaring, pet names (kitten, kitty), oral sex (m!rec), lingerie kink, dirty talk

a/n: this is my first time ever writing pet play so please keep in mind this is very experimental and new to me. i’m not sure if i did this prompt justice, but i still hope it’s enjoyable for those of you who are fans of this kink. i don’t mind writing for it, despite it not being my thing, but now i know that if i’m going to write it again it will be like this - without going into too much details solely because it’s not my strong suit <3

[ kinktober masterlist | general masterlist ]

It's never difficult for you to shift your boyfriend's attention from what he's in the middle of doing to you and you only.

The moment you enter the room in your newest pair of black lingerie Jooyeon’s eyes move away from the computer screen and fixate upon the sight of your figure instead, tracing the little amount of lace that's covering your appetizing skin.

Your pretty legs moving in his direction is enough for his hands to forget all about his task and for his thighs to separate, creating room for you to position yourself.

“You naughty girl.” Jooyeon's heavy hand lands on one of your cheeks as you turn around to wiggle your ass and demonstrate him your playful mood. “Don't you see that I'm in the middle of something?”

You shift to face him and as you slowly settle down between his legs, Jooyeon’s hands take a hold of the armchairs in search for something to help him control his urges - to rip off the lace right there and then, and bend you over.

“I miss you, baby.” Your lashes flutter softly as you rub your cheek against his inner thigh.

His mesmerising eyes darken with lust just from having you in this submissive position alone, gazing up dreamily with filthy fantasies clouding up your mind.

“I have a little gift for you, do you want to see it?” Jooyeon’s one hand strokes your hair gently as the other one opens the desk drawer. “You want to be my pretty kitten, right, baby?”

Your eyes widen with surprise as they follow his movements. Can it be what you’re thinking… Your voice tilts with hopefulness as you whisper that you do…

Jooyeon catches the immediate sparkle that starts shimmering in your gaze once you see the pink collar in his hands. It makes him grin with affection; he’s happy to be able to fulfill your fantasy that you’ve hinted about to him few times.

“It’s a pretty one, huh?” He leans forward as you still on your knees so he can put it around your neck. “Just like you.”

“I love it,” you say softly while looking up at him. You’re touched by the fact he remembers that you’ve been wanting one like this.

“Shh,” Jooyeon tucks your hair behind your ear before tilting your chin up, “cats don’t speak, baby.”

He grins at your coy smile before leaning back in his seat.

Your fingers caress the accessory, causing a light ringing noise in the silent room. Not only does it have a small hook with a cute bell, but also a delicate ribbon.

“It matches your pretty panties.” Jooyeon observes your obedient figure while palming his erection right in front of you. “Be a good kitty and show them to me again.”

You make a slow turn while remaining on all fours then start crawling in the opposite direction so he can enjoy the view of your ass; of your thighs slightly separated and your hips swaying erotically.

When your boyfriend calls at you behind your back you stop to focus on the guidance of his low voice.

“Don’t go too far away from me, kitten.”

You change directions again, with lip playfully tucked between your teeth, but Jooyeon seems to have even more fun than you now. He whistles before propping up on his knees and reaching out with one hand.

“Come back here, pretty one,” his wide smile softens once you’re between his legs again, resting your chin on his palm before rubbing against it with affection. “Such a good kitty.”

His lips part in a sigh the moment your tongue sneaks through your mouth to glide onto the inner side of his hand.

The wet contact shoots a pleasant thrill in his body, and once your lips wrap around his thumb after few more kitten licks, Jooyeon’s boner twitches against his boxers.

“I’ll take such good care of you, kitten.” He glances down at your hands resting on top of your thighs. “You’re well behaved, I don’t even need to discipline you.”

Your lustful eyes continue to shine at him as you pull back from his hand, but eventually shut closed so you can guide your mouth elsewhere - into his crotch as you want to express your needs.

“Mmm, you trying to tell me something, kitty?” Jooyeon asks, but his own greediness starts to show too. It creeps into his airy words and the way his hips move into his seat. “Is there something you want right now?”

You run your flat tongue against his evident stiff length and acknowledge his grunts as you sense the presence of his hand on top of your head.

“Fuck… You want a treat is that it?”

The positive answer comes through more licking and rubbing of your drooling mouth onto Jooyeon’s cock that’s throbbing beneath his clothes. The arousal in your own core builds up at the same fast rate as his and you keep swallowing the urge to whine out loud from how much you want him in your mouth.

“Well, you can’t get it yourself, can you?” He grins playfully looking down at your pouting expression. “You can try answer me though. I bet you sound as cute as you look.”

“Meow,” you mewl, then hide your face in his lap, feeling it heat up.

Jooyeon cannot suppress his chuckles and pats you on the head.

The treat he gives you at once fuels your body with lushly sweet pleasure.

To express your gratitude and love, you keep gazing up at him with wide eyes, as he supports your pace by holding your hair in his fist. You know eye contact drives him crazy when your mouth is full of his dick and you want to please him in every way you’re capable of.

Your lips stay streched, wrapped around him nicely, meanwhile his cock glides effortlessly through them thanks to how copiously you slobber.

“You’re the best kitten in the world,” he sighs softly before finally letting his head fall back. His fingers relax and stay resting on your head without interfering with the sensual speed of your mouth that feels perfect in the present moment. “You’ll earn more treats if you keep doing so good for me.”

After one last glance at his parted lips, you slide down his length, and hold still with his leaky tip poking into your throat.

A moment later, Jooyeon’s voice cracks blissfully as his cum shoots in warm ropes which you swallow with delight.

Even as you do your best to stay still while his overwhelming rush lasts the bell of your new collar continues to ring throughout the room with every little movement of your neck; reminding you exactly who you belong to.

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed