#vips until whenever

[gdragoon]

today this blog turns 12yo and wow time goes by so fast

[chaelinsbitch]

Nothing else matters to me

[suksatoru]

↪ the married life with sae itoshi is one you never want to let go of—as he makes even the hardest of times better.

pairing: sae itoshi x fem!reader

being married to sae itoshi meant you were under his care 24/7. sunrise to sundown, all he did was fuss over his precious wife. but when you got pregnant, sae was on a whole other level of pure psycho.

he was always monitoring what you ate—ensuring no bad or spoiled food made contact with your lips. he'd have the highest quality meals brought right to your doorstep on nights you weren't in the mood to cook, and the finest heart shaped chocolates shipped all the way from switzerland waiting for you on your bedside table when you woke up. they were his way of saying sorry when he had to leave his two babies early in the morning due to practice.

you told him your baby had a sweet tooth one night when demanding chocolates at three am, but even as he'd rolled his eyes at your mini tantrum—he was already pulling out his phone and placing a hefty order of your favorite sweets that could probably keep a small village alive through the apocalypse.

whenever you came to his games in the winter or days it was raining, he made sure you were properly bundled up to protect yourself from the biting and ruthless cold. he ignored your whines about looking like a snowman—sae absolutely refused to let you take even a foot outside in bad weather unless you were dressed accordingly. he disliked a lot of things, but anything that may dampen your mood skyrocketed to first place when he learned how much he hated seeing you upset. like, heaven forbid, when you'd catch a cold.

but after learning about your pregnancy, he refused to show up to any game unless they had a private section where you could sit and watch safely. the vip spot simply wasn't enough, he needed to make sure no one else would bother you. you didn't seem to mind—you dragged rin with you to sae's games anyways, and the double protection of the private seating and his brother's presence allowed sae to play his best while at ease.

sae was meticulous in his routine when it came to you. he had his priorities set, and just the prospect of something happening to you made his eye twitch. he was the one in control, and he'd make sure it stayed that way. sure, he babied you beyond belief—spoiling you was an understatement. sae worshipped you, according to rin. sae would shrug at his younger brother's words, but he never did deny the statement.

so, when sae wakes up from the sound of rustling sheets and your pained whines, he's sitting up in an instant. every ounce of tiredness at being awoken from his sleep is thrown out the window when you weakly ask him to get a bag for you as you tell him you're definitely about to throw up.

he carries you to the bathroom, and while he holds your hair back—his mind is racing, running through everything you ate, touched, and breathed in the past few days. did someone else get you sick? you hadn't gone out these past few days, it was one of the rare weekends sae managed to find some free time in his schedule to stay at home with you. rin had visited and spent the night a few days ago, but his brother had been in perfect health. sae knows this because he refused to let poor rin into your shared home until he checked his temperature and vitals.

but pregnancy was something unpredictable. and, unfortunately, not a situation sae could chart out and control. your soft whimpers sounding through the air bring him back to reality as you weakly flush the toilet in front of you, slumping against him.

"gross," your murmur as your eyes flutter close. sae cradles your head to his chest, wrapping his arms around you with a subtle frown on his face. he presses a hand to your forehead, brows furrowing. you're burning up.

"cariño, what hurts?" sae questions, uncharacteristically soft. he runs a hand through your hair—which was damp from your own sweat. you don't give him a verbal response, resorting to letting out a pained cry as you rest your head against his chest. he frowns, tucking an arm under your knees as he picks you up bridal style and carries you back to bed.

your left hand rests weakly on the swell of your stomach, and he lays you onto the bed as gently as he possibly can before pressing the softest kiss he can manage onto your scalp.

"stay here. i'll be right back," he assures, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you nod slowly. he walks out of the room quickly—eyes catching the soft illuminating light of his bedside table, where the clock reads 4:28 AM. he dampens a cloth in the kitchen and grabs some painkillers, and he's by your side once again after another minute as he helps you swallow the medicine, carefully adjusting the cool washcloth on your forehead to help relieve some of the stress.

"this is your fault, sae. these are the kicks of a professional footballer," you laugh weakly, and sae huffs. wordlessly, he lays himself back into his spot beside you on the bed before placing a tentative hand on your stomach. and you're right, because sae can feel the gentle kicks under his palm.

"i'm sorry, cariño." is all he says as he glares at your tummy, almost like he's telling the baby inside to behave. you watch him, laughing quietly to yourself.

"it's not like she can see you, silly."

you don't even realize what you've said at first. neither has sae, but as he does—his movements while rubbing your stomach slow to a stop as he tilts his head downwards to meet your gaze. he cocks an amused brow at your words

"she?"

your cheeks heat as you realize what you've said, or what you've implied, really. you didn't know why—but it felt like the baby inside was a girl. sae's eyes twinkle with amusement as he presses a soft kiss onto your stomach

"i was thinking 'sae junior' for a name..."

"oi, don't make me kick you, sae."

his laughter is sleepy and low as he presses a kiss behind your ear, whispering quietly as he wraps the blanket around the two of you tighter.

"glad you're feeling better already. now, sleep."

he doesn't have to tell you twice. your soft breaths even out soon enough, and he makes a mental note to call your doctor in the morning. right now though, it's nearing five am. he usually went out for his morning run at this time—but he decides he'll sleep in today. nothing was better than having his little family safe and sound in between his arms, with the reassuring rise and fall of your chest lulling him back to sleep.

[starmaidengarden]

HI HI!!! I am new here but your fics are so good and I just had to request something!! I liked the blog especially where the S/o is neutral but when her interest shows up she is exited and rants about it but rn what I am requesting is a fic with Houswarden +Jamil where s/o has funny personality I think, they laugh when something fun happens and they get all blushy and red when they laugh too much or the houswardens do something affectionate!! I requested it bcs I get red whenever something embarrassing happens to me, that's for doing my request!!!

—Housewardens + Jamil x gn!reader. no cw/tw. established relationship. dividers: uzmacchiato.

note: sorry this took several days to finish I been busy as a bee! but I hope you like it!!

Riddle Rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

Riddle prided himself on order and composure—until he met you. Just five minutes into tea time, you were laughing so hard that you nearly spilled your cup. “Oh no—! I’m sorry, it’s just—! The way Cater described you losing your temper with the flamingos—!” Your laughter came in hiccups. Riddle sighed, trying to mask his annoyance, though the pink tint in his ears told a different story. “There’s nothing funny about those disobedient creatures,” he huffed, stirring his tea with feigned seriousness.

You attempted to stifle your giggles, but when you caught the barest hint of a smile on Riddle’s lips, your cheeks flushed bright red. “What?” he asked, clearly amused now. “I—I just really like it when you smile,” you stammered, your embarrassment more evident than ever. Riddle froze for a moment. “O-Oh.” Clearing his throat, he rose with an overly formal air and offered you a napkin with trembling hands. “You’re a mess,” he said, his voice quaking. “But… you’re my mess.”

Leona Kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Leona pretends to be perpetually annoyed by your antics—your snorting laughter, your playful teasing, and the way you turn red in the face whenever he drapes himself across your lap as if it’s nothing. He grumbles when you laugh so hard you nearly fall over, muttering “What’s so damn funny?” but there’s a barely-hidden smirk tugging at his lips. He teases you relentlessly for the way you blush every time he ruffles your hair or kisses your cheek out of nowhere.

Once, when you’re both lying in the grass during a quiet afternoon, you laugh so hard you accidentally spill lemonade all over him. You're mortified—red as Riddle’s roses, trying to blot his shirt with your sleeves and apologizing in squeaky, stammered words. Grabbing your wrist and pulling you down, forehead-to-forehead. “Relax, herbivore. If I didn’t like seeing you act like a little tomato, I’d have kicked you out ages ago.” His tail flicks lazily behind him. He always acts like he’s the one indulging you—but really, he’d do anything to hear that laugh again.

Azul Ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

The Mostro Lounge was uncharacteristically loud, but it wasn’t due to the usual clinking of glasses or bustling servers. No, tonight’s unusual sounds came from you, sitting at the VIP table with your face flushed red, a hand over your mouth, giggling uncontrollably as Jade recounted a story from Azul’s childhood. Azul stood nearby, arms crossed, trying (and failing) to maintain his composure. “Jade,” Azul said through clenched teeth, “I don’t recall giving you permission to share that particular memory.” Jade’s smile was as smooth as ever. “You didn’t, Azul. But the expression on your dears face is worth it, wouldn’t you agree?” You tried to speak through your laughter, failing miserably as you managed a breathless, “I can’t believe you got stuck in a jar—!” Azul groaned and buried his face in his hands.

Kalim Al-Asim ༉⋆｡˚

It started with the silliest magic carpet ride ever. Kalim had taken you out for a sunset glide—bright sky, warm breeze, and him grinning like always. You were telling some absurd story about Grim getting his head stuck in a jelly jar, complete with dramatic impressions. Kalim was laughing, almost rolling off the carpet from laughing. When he looked over at you—eyes crinkled, nose scrunched, your face bright red and giggly—he melted. “Ahaha—wait, wait—pfft!” you wheezed, hiccupping from how hard you laughed. “I can’t—Grim sounded like a duck!” You buried your face in your hands, shaking and flushed.

Kalim blinked. “You’re red!” He leaned in with wide eyes. “Are you okay?" You peeked at him between your fingers, still pink and giggling. “I’m fine! Just—you’re laughing too, don’t blame me!” Kalim clutched his chest with dramatic flair. “You're so cute when you laugh like that, Habibi! Your face goes all warm and soft and boom—like fireworks!” He poked your cheek gently. “You light up everything!” “Stop it,” you whined, voice trembling with another laugh, “You’re gonna make me blush even more!”

Jamil Viper ༉⋆｡˚

Jamil prided himself on discipline. Composure. But none of that prepared him for the way you burst into Scarabia’s kitchen wearing sunglasses at night and wielding a baguette like a sword. “I challenge thee, noble chef, to a duel! You’ve stolen my heart, and I demand repayment in the form of food!” He stared. Blinking slowly. “Did… Did you inhale too much spice again?" “Maybe. But also, on guard!” He deflected your attack with a spatula, sighing with exasperated amusement. “You’re impossible.” And then came that moment: your laughter caught in your throat, your eyes twinkling, and your face turned the color of a tomato.

“You make me so happy it’s unfair,” you mumbled. Something in Jamil's heart cracked wide open. It wasn’t immediate, but over time, he found himself waiting for your antics. Secretly hoping you'd pull him into your nonsense. You once convinced him to dance in socks across Scarabia’s marble halls while blasting cheesy disco music. When he spun you mid-twirl, you giggled so hard you collapsed, and Jamil couldn’t stop the real laugh that escaped him. He helped you up, brushing a lock of hair from your heated face. “You’re ridiculous,” he said softly. “And…you’re mine.”

Vil Schoenheit ༉⋆｡˚

Vil was always poised, always polished. But you? You were a whirlwind of funny faces, dramatic impressions, and—his favorite—your laughter that got all squeaky when you were truly losing it. “You’re doing it again,” he’d say, sitting in his makeup chair, one brow raised, watching you wheeze after trying (and failing) to mimic his posture. “You’re mocking me.” “I’m honoring you!” you gasped through your grin. “I’m capturing your… majestic aura!” “Oh really?” he purred, strolling over.

“Does this look ‘majestic’ to you?” He leaned in close—so close that your face lit up red in seconds. “Vil—!” you whined, completely flustered now, hiding behind your hands. He loved that you didn’t shrink in his presence���not out of fear. You matched him, teased him, and brought levity to his carefully curated world. When he was tired or doubting himself, you’d burst into his dressing room with a bouquet of wildflowers. One night, he caught you alone in the garden, practicing a silly song about him under your breath. “You’re unbelievable.”

Idia Shroud ༉⋆｡˚

Idia didn’t know what to do with you at first. You were so expressive. Loud in the most lovable way. You were playing an old co-op game in his room together—one with chaotic physics and silly cartoon avatars that made both of you laugh way too much. Idia was surprisingly good at the game, but you? You had a unique talent for getting launched off cliffs in increasingly hilarious ways. “I—I didn’t mean to jump! I was trying to grab the sword!” you cried as your character rag-dolled off a tower dramatically. “Oh my—pffff—” Idia snorted, doubling over as your avatar flew off the screen.

“You were so sure about that move too!” You laughed as well, breathless. “I had a plan! I had a—!” But you were giggling too hard to finish, wiping tears from your eyes. Idia turned to look at you, noticing his flaming hair flickering a soft pink. “You’re—uh—you okay?” he asked. “You’re… really red.” “I—hahaha—I can’t stop laughing,” you hiccupped, trying to catch your breath. “My face feels like it’s melting.” He realized your cheeks were glowing bright red; you were laughing so much that your smile was wide and your eyes squinty. he covered his face, mumbling, “You’re going to be the death of me…” But he couldn’t stop smiling.

Malleus Draconia ༉⋆｡˚

Malleus wasn’t used to laughter—anything other than polite laughter, really. So when you burst into deep belly laughter at his story about Sebek’s overzealous training, he faltered. “You should have seen him trying to spar with Lilia and ending up in a tree,” he said dryly. Your response was always joyful “No way! A TREE?” Malleus raised an eyebrow. “You’re easily entertained, dear.” “You make it easy,” you giggled, cheeks glowing. “Your delivery is so deadpan.” He tilted his head. “You are red. Have I embarrassed you?” “Nooo,” you murmured, curling in on yourself. “Just… you. It’s too much.” For a moment, time seemed to pause. “I like you a lot,” you mumbled, face turning even redder. A soft smile spread across his face. “I believe I like you just as much.” He brushed his finger against your cheek, captivated by your warmth. “So vivid. Like Dragonfire.” Your laughter made him feel he'd gladly hear it a thousand times more.

[naburi]

I’LL DO ANYTHING, JUST DON’T TELL HIM

JIHYO X READER

TAGS: BLACKMAIL, CHEATING, TWERKING, ICE PLAY, DOGGY, COWGIRL, REVERSE COWGIRL, CREMPIE

2K WORDS

What would you do when you saw your friend’s fiancé in the arms of another man? What would you do if that woman was staring at you from a distance? The crowd can’t hide the girl who is now walking up to the comfort room. ”I’ll do anything, just don’t tell him,” she begged.

The draining corporate life made you a regular in this bar. It becomes your escape as alcohol can wash away your stress for the night. Loud music, waves of crowd, cold alcohol, it has become a routine now. All was the same until you saw a familiar face.

The dim-lighted place can’t keep her glowing face from attracting attention, her pink tube-top made her busty front more pronounced, her ponytail made it easy to gaze upon the beauty that’s on the other side of the bar. But this is not the first time you saw her.

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend,” your friend said, introducing her to your friend group. It was four years ago when you first laid eyes on her. chubby cheeks, giggling smile, thick and busty front. You were Jealous how your friend found a girl like her. Her innocence and thick body is a dangerous combination. You fantasize on breaking her innocence and using what her body is made for.

“Everyone, we’re engaged”, your friends announced last week. She now looks more fit, thinner waist, toned body, made her boobs more prominent. She is now more confident and mature. Everyone is excited for the wedding but behind closed doors, they want to hit their friend's fiancé.

The woman your friend group fantasized is in the arms of a middle-age man. He looks like he’s in early 40s, his arm across her shoulder, occasionally reaching her soft boobs to give a light squeeze. In return, the girl smirked and kissed the man's cheeks. She drank whenever the man poured in her glass. She let the man groped her while the other men besides them enjoyed the view.

She’s having the time of her life until she notices a familiar face. Someone was staring at her from a distance. It’s someone who knows her. She got sobered by the thought that you’ll expose her to your friend. If you didn’t see it yourself, you wouldn’t believe it either. She rallied to the comfort room to compose herself but you cut her off.

The two of you take a second in disbelief. “I’ll do anything, just don’t tell him.” Are the first words she can muster.

“Anything?” You asked.

“Yes, Just don’t tell anyone”, she pleaded.

That’s all you needed to hear. You waved your hand to one of the server. You requested a VIP room. The girl looked worried about where this could lead, but she didn’t have a choice. She knows if this gets leaked out, her wedding will be called off and her friends and family will look at her differently. Her life will change if anyone finds out.

Shot glasses, ice bucket and bottles of liquor in the wide glass table. Long black longues cover the three walls of the room. Soft music coming from the wide screen as the room is free from the loud noise of the bar. The server closed the door behind the two of you. You invited her to sit beside you but the woman is suspicious. Her mind goes through multiple scenarios on what can happen. You finally convinced her to sit but the woman is still worried.

“Now, what do you want?” she raises her voice.

“What I always want from you,” you retorted.

“And what is that?” She got curious.

“Use your body,” you said while staring at her.

Jihyo feels trapped, she is not in a position to negotiate.

She’s wearing a white high waisted pants that are too long for your liking. You asked her to remove her pants. Jihyo looks at you in anger, knowing you have all the power. She removes her pants revealing a black lingerie undies that covers her tight slit. Her huge boobs attract all the eyes around her, not knowing she also has toned legs and butt that is now in front of you.

You asked Jihyo to turn around and expose her ass more. She shoots a death stare at you before turning around. She’s mad at the situation she's in but she can’t do anything. Jihyo, while embarrassed, leaned down her torso while keeping her legs straight. You now have a better view of her firm ass. Your hand slaps and grabs her ass which elicits a light groan for her.

One hand groping her ass while the other reaches her slit, lightly caresses it over her underwear. Jihyo left out a low moan. She quickly caught herself and held her moan. This made you chuckle, the woman who is in an unfavorable position is still finding the situation pleasurable.

“Twerk for me,” you order her.

Jihyo is not strange in “entertaining” guests, she bent her knees to get into a low position, she took a quick glance before starting moving her ass up and down. Her firm ass bounces every move she makes. She changes the tempo to build tension and anticipation. She even gets closer to your seat as this goes on. Her ass is now bouncing down on your legs, this move of her made you inpatient. you grab her ass and position it where it now bounces on the bulge on your pants. This made the two of you moan as you felt each other’s parts.

She felt your numerous slapped to her ass while you felt her ass bounces rapidly in your bulge. The two of you left a long groan both feeling hot from the position. Jihyo quickly obliged when you asked her to get on top of you. Both her arms wrap around your neck, she stares at you before grinding her hips on top of you. The feeling of your bulge directly hitting her covered slit is enough for her to get turned on even more. The huge boobs that you fantasized are now in front of you.

You pulled down her tube tap revealing her huge soft boobs. You didn’t waste anything, you alternated suck both her nipples wanting to give each the attention they deserved. Moans come out from her with the feeling of your tongue savoring all parts of her nipples. You got motivated on how she enjoyed it. You reach down on the ice bucket on the table and grab an ice cube.

Jihyo is looking at you, anticipating the next move that you’re gonna do. You lightly grazed the ice cube on her now hard nipples. She let out a loud moan as she got surprised with the cold sensation. Seeing the reaction that you’re looking for. You press the cube on her nipples, circling it around making Jihyo jerks and moans with how you’re using the ice to stimulate her.

You noticed that she put her hand inside her underwear to play with her clit. Jihyo wants to be released with how stimulated she is. Wanting to stimulate her more, you pick another ice cube and put it inside her undies as well. You ordered Jihyo to continue her grinding on top of you. The woman moans like a mess as the ice cube keeps pressing directly on her clit. Her movements get faster insinuating she’s near her orgasm. You put an ice cube on your mouth then sucked one of her boobs. Your flickering tongue, the warmth of your mouth and the coldness of the ice is what made Jihyo release her orgasm.

Still catching her breath, you position her in a doggy position, her hands are holding the backrest of the lounge, her feet dangling over the seat. You move aside her soaking undies to reveal her wet slit. You told Jihyo that you’re going to put it in. Her wetness made it easy to push in your cock. She thought that you put it all in but she noticed that you still keep going. You both moan as now your cock is balls deep in her. You pull it out slowly then trust it hard again. You keep this tempo while Jihyo can only moan on your every thrust.

You confessed how many times you imagined doing things on her. You said how jealous you felt when your friend managed to get her. And how her boyfriend is not around, they talk about how they are going to lust over Jihyo. This made her feel horny, knowing a whole group is fantasizing over her.

She also confesses that your friend didn’t know how to satisfy her which forced her to seek pleasure with other men. This made you view her cheating in a different light. She wants her needs to be fulfilled. You grab her hips and both of your arms and thrust her in an aggressive manner. Jihyo realized what you’re doing, you want to help her needs. She moans loudly signaling you that you’re hitting her g-spot. Jihyo reached into one of your hands and put it in her boob, you realized what she wanted. You put two hands on each of her boobs, pinching her nipples while the other grope her soft boobs. Her getting fuck like this in a doggy position is enough for her to release again.

She asked to take a break for a moment, sitting in the lounge, you offer her a drink to replenish some energy. She leaned her head on your shoulder while caressing your arms. She’s now more comfortable with you than before. “You’re the first man who made me release twice.” Jihyo whispered in your ear. You had a few chit-chat while wearing only underwear. emptying a bottle, you're about to open another one but she had other plans. She reaches at your cock which gets harder quickly by her touch. Jihyo keeps her eyes locked onto you as she kneels down on the floor. She gives your cock a few strokes as she licks your balls down. Still keeping her eye contact, her mouth now is on the tip of your cock. Slowly putting it all in her throat, Jihyo hit a plateau where she can’t take more in. Her eyes get watery, she raises her head up to catch her breath then engulfed your cock again, this time hitting the hilt of your cock. Her tight throat is unlike any other. Based on the look of her face, this is the deepest her throat got stretched by a cock. Jihyo is determined to get used to your cock. You hold her hair by her ponytail and push her head down to your cock. It takes a while she gets used to it but now you're the one groaning with how she deepthroat your cock.

Jihyo felt your cock twitch, she pulled her cock out to her mouth and stood up. She puts her ass in front of you, her other hand putting your cock in her slit. She sits down on you in one go. Jihyo groaned as she felt your cock again inside her. “Come inside me,” Jihyo said. She gradually picked up her pace as she’s bouncing on your hard cock. She started caressing her own boobs while keeping her fast pace. “I’m about to cum,” she said in a hurried voice. Maybe Jihyo hasn’t noticed yet but she’s getting closer to orgasm when her boobs get stimulated. You hold Jihyo's hips to thrust up to meet her ass bouncing down. She’s about to release. You buried your cock deep inside her before joining her orgasm.

You're the first person who let her explore her sexual needs, from doing it in public to having sex while on a video call with her fiancé. She promised that she’s not going to do it with you after they got married.

Few days into their marriage, your phone rings, it’s Jihyo asking to meet her up.

[iluvsanrio444]

‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ I wanted popcorn, not Demons!

chapter one plot: The new movie is now opened in cinemas, Kpop Demon Hunters. As corny as it sounded your younger self would gone rabid. It wouldn’t hurt to watch it, right?

word count -> 6,924

#fluff #comedy #romance #heavily plot based #heavily context based #reincarnation plot

A/N: This took WAY longer than expected since I was stuck on which to pair the reader with, Romance and Mystery. If you saw on my poll, Mystery was already winning by a mile shot so here you lovelies go! Ive made TONS of references the ogs would understand in kpop and tons of modern day slangs. Keep in mind judging by the performance of this chapter, I’ll consider turning this into a series, LMAOO I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!

Waking up on a Saturday with the rare satisfaction of being employed yet completely unbothered. Ever since you got a job, weekends were heaven to you. No urgent deadlines looming, no annoying texts from work; it was finally your day. Being able to lounge about like some slug, zoning out whenever you want, is relaxation at its peak; however, today was different. It was far more than just being a cat sunbathing. Today was a movie premiere, one that caught your eye ever since the trailer: Kpop Demon Hunters. Being a retired hardcore and die-hard K-pop stan from your younger days and now just being a casual listener, it was absolutely a corny title. Nonetheless, younger you would’ve passed out on the spot, being all giddy and kicking your legs. Tugged into nostalgia for a moment, facepalming yourself when a flash occurs. Trying to learn the choreography for Boy In Luv by BTS.. oh Jesus. Not even that; you were literally only 14 years old writing those weird mafia fan fictions of the members on YouTube, especially about Taehyung and JungKook.. A shiver ran down your spine, making you squirm comedically. In a second, you shook your head, trying to get those godawful memories away for now. You grabbed your phone and paced through your contact list, wondering who should go with you? Ah, Mi-Rae. Your primary school best friend, of course, she was the one who was equally as nerdy and weird as you were in the past. She was like your sister, even to her. Tapping on her contact followed along with the ringing dial; eventually, she picked up.

“Ouhh Y/N, what's up?” Her voice echoed. Wait what, echoed?

“Mm, Mi-Rae do you wanna go out today? That new movie we mentioned is in cinemas.”

“Aahh, Kpop Demon Hunters? Sure, I’ll be there in an hour!”

Her voice kept gawking like some crow, confused until you heard what seemed like water.. dripping.

“Where the hell are you?”

“Huh? Oh uh, I'm... I'm on the toilet…”

“Oh for the love of—“

“WOWW—“ click.

A deadpan expression intact at that very second, the dumbass said she was on the toilet; you couldn’t believe this was your best friend, but… then again, she's the reason why you laugh every day. Proceeding to get up from your bed to get ready, a laugh escaped because of that toilet-obsessed dumbass.

As usual, you wore a delicate pink blouse, its fabric whispering softly with each movement, edged with subtle lace that hinted at vintage charm. The neckline was modest yet inviting, adorned with a tiny bow that added a touch of innocence. This was paired with a layered, ruffled skirt; each tier seemed to dance with you as you moved, blending playfulness with elegance. A string of pearls rested gently around your neck, your smooth surfaces contrasting with the textured fabric of your attire, evoking a sense of timeless grace. In your hands, you carried a small pastel bag, its plush exterior and embroidered face whispering secrets of childhood wonder. Looking at the mirror, you smirked to yourself, “I’m baggin’ all the fyne shyts in the screening, he he he.”

An hour passed by, and Mi-Rae came knocking on your door. You were greeted by a smiley best friend who held up two tickets she got. “I got the VIP tickets before it ran out!” You went along with her excitement and laughed with her, interlocking your arms with Mi-Rae when you closed your door behind you two. “Gaja gaja gaja!” A small beep for your door lock code, signalling it was safe for you two to go outside. To be honest, it was a perfect day to go outside; the warm breezes cooled you down from the sunlight's radiance. Both a cold and warm feeling washing over you, making you feel like turning into a puddle. This is the reason why you loathed weekends. Walking to the cinema whilst you and Mi-Rae goofed about, making idiotic theories rewatching the trailer each time, and even fangirling over the members in Saja Boys, especially with Jinu. To be honest, it felt all way too perfect for you; you had a habit of always expecting something weird each time things became too good to be true. As always, you were right. Your gut feeling only grew sensing someone behind you and Mi-Rae, only being able to grasp an over-the-shoulder glance. A remark of a lady with purple hair? You tried to lay it off, but when you arrived at the lobby in the cinema, another glance over your shoulder, and it was the same lady. That purple hair.

“Yah..” you called out to Mi-Rae, who was busy eyeing the menu. “Hm?” Turning her head to you, she took your face as a signal and saw your eyes pacing back and forth at something. Following your swift glances, she took account of that purple-haired lady and met you with an acknowledgement. “Oh, her? I noticed too, girl.”

“Are we just too aware…?”

“Can you blame us? I mean, there's so many people here; she's probably just going to the same screening.”

Your eyes still showed an uncertain look, and Mi-Rae sighed, placing her hand on your forearm that was still interlocked with her opposite arm. “What lady would follow another lady, Y/N? That's just stupid, to be honest. Chill, the fyne shyts are waiting for us!” For a bit you were silent, but then an exhale, “Fine, fine!” You gave her a bright smile and decided to brush it off; it did make sense to you. Arguing with Mi-Rae who tried to get way too many snacks for just a one-hour movie, having to restrain this crazy girl before entering your screening. Sitting down, you took account of your surroundings but were met with disappointment; all the guys here was.. something… to say the very least. Mi-Rae snorted, which quickly made her stop herself in a heartbeat, “You really thought there was going to be fyne shyts here?” You groaned in response whilst grabbing a few popcorn from her holder, “Ugh, god forbid a lady wanted to pull, I guess.” She couldn’t stop cackling at you, “The only huzzes here are in the damn movie, girl.” Mi-Rae and you just started to laugh together, considering it was kinda dumb of you. The name of the movie was Kpop Demon Hunters. What kind of handsome guy would be there instead of fan girls? Your laughter quickly died down trying to shush Mi-Rae as the movie began, filled with excitement that younger you would’ve been ecstatic about.

Watching the credits dial in, the smile you had in the beginning was now wiped into a disbelieving one, Mi-Rae too. For a couple of minutes you couldn’t believe what just happened, and your eyes slowly panned to Mi-Rae who was drenched in tears despite her disbelief facial expression. “Girl…” Mi-Rae turned her head to you, “Girl..”

“What the HELL was that?!”

“Omg, don’t; I’m gonna cry again.”

“JINU JUST HAD TO GET NERFED?”

“Y/N STOPP!” The tears were already striking her cheeks, which just made both of you cry with laughter as you exited the cinema. Now the day started to end since Mi-Rae and you parted ways to your homes; on the way, you bought lavender-scented incense sticks. Tapping in your passcode on your door, a mini tune rang, hinting it was successfully opened. Taking off your heels from the feet heels and putting on your home slippers. Walking to the shelves where you lit the incense sticks, sticking them into an incense stick holder. To your right, your late mother's picture – you paid extra for the vibrant colours instead of the monochrome colour code, and a smile crept to your lips. “I'm home, amma.” You talked briefly about your day to her before sitting yourself down at your desk, thinking about how the others are reacting to the movie. You decided to open your laptop and go on Tumblr.com, typing in the tag: #Kpop demon Hunters and being shown multiple blogs already. You scoffed in disbelief seeing how people are quick with this, scrolling through a bit, and now felt valid for your reaction. Everyone was in distraught from the ending of Jinus death and even made such coping theories about it; however, what made you feel more substantiated was the disappointment about the other Saja Boys screentimes, especially about their potentials to thicken the plot further. You clicked your finger and pointed to the screen, “Exactly! So I wasn’t delusional!” A literal second after, you felt second-hand embarrassment since you quite literally yelled to yourself. Clearing your throat and trying to shake off the awkwardness. Hesitantly now typed in ‘Saja Boys x Reader’ and boom. Almost 30 blogs were already made, and you wanted to cry right then and there. Deprived from the damn directors in the movie, you went into a rabbit hole, reading all the blogs, in other words, fanfiction. At first you thought this was a good way of coping, but it did more bad than good, frustrating you even more to the point where you made your own blog.

‘This movie ROBBED us from the screentimes for the other Saja Boys. We get it, Jinu is the main lead and everything, but what about THEM, like hello, ZoeySetery and MiRomAbby, anyone??’

Pressing enter that published your blog, you went to get a bag of sugared popcorn. Plopping yourself back onto your chair, your eyes widened a bit seeing your monitor. An increasing amount of likes already surged to 26, then 50 and now almost 100? You clicked to see the reblogs and comments, and they too started to increase. A chuckle left your mouth as you leaned back more on your desk munching on your popcorn whilst wearing a proud smile. You were right along, and not to mention being validated. After some time of gawking and fed ego from your blog post, you placed the popcorn bag to the side. Trying to click back from your profile, it wouldn’t work? Clicking it more than you could count, the scent of lavender became more pungent, pinching your nose as it headed to your head, but it only got worse from then on. A flashing white light bangs on your monitor, a static-like void targeting your eyes. You tried shielding your eyes with the hope of your forearms — noticing something strange was happening to your sides. Seeing words… your words, dancing around like some aura, being separated into gibberish. The colours around now being distorted, “What the hell is going on—?!” Your voice shrieked, feeling your entire body getting sucked into something. Just as you can remember what happened beforehand, something landed, landed hard on your temples. That same damn cool tone lighting practically blinding you at this rate, “Jesus, can I take a damn break?!” You tried to say the words out loud, but it only came out as muffles. Your eyes now opening as your pupils differ from dilation or slits, trying to adjust to the lighting. A girl, — a really pretty one.. — was already crouched beside you, worry filling her face. “Y/N, is everything okay? Are you falling back?” The unknown girl helped you up by interlocking her arm with yours. “Where am I?” Who are you??” She just playfully slapped your shoulder softly as if this wasn't the same person who looked at you like you were some murder victim. “We’re auditioning, dumbass. Where else would we be?” Immediately your ears perked up at the word ‘auditioning’. Auditioning? Your eyes finally adjusted to that retina-killing white lighting, now taking in your environment. You're in a completely different room; this isn't your bedroom?! The room was fitted with black padding alongside the iconic brown silk wooden walling and flooring. It was painfully obvious to a dance room.

“What's going to happen?” You asked the girl whilst turning your attention back to her.

Click.

Everything paused. A set of monochrome colour schemes faded to everyone, even the furniture around them. The girl too. It made you jump a bit pulling your arm away from her, “Eugh.” Just then you heard a loud beep sound, definitely not making this more uncanny as it looks like. “System logging in. Succeeded! Y/N has logged in.” Your body darted to all corners of the audition waiting room. “Hello? Who are you? Where am I? Where are YOU?” The hollow, systemic voice ignored all your questions and only responded to the starter. “Hello, Host. You have entered a parallel world. It is based on the movie Kpop Demon Hunters. From now on, you’ll be one of the characters in the female group HuntriX as your name, Y/N.” Your eyes almost popped out of the indents in your bones, the system already preparing itself for a scream of a lifetime, “in…HUNTRIX?!” You barely have the vocals and the talent, let alone the mere strength of those girls. Well, not on their level, certainly not up to Rumi's level! Did this weird system even seen those powerful ladies?! Yet again, the system ignored your shrieks, the pitiful nature of yourself, and continued their dialogue. “You must complete the plotline to return to the real world, your world.” Your eyes dotted around the audit room whilst taking account of your surroundings fully, now considering what you just heard. Looking down, you realised that the white tag K-pop idols wore in your world when rehearsing had your name in bold and large font. “You must meet the following two conditions to complete this story: First, complete all the main quests and survive until the end by helping Huntrix defeat Gwi-Ma. Second, complete the hidden quest; both conditions are crucial.” A small “argh” let out, getting more prolonged as you felt the rising frustration boiling in your body hearing all these conditions. You just wanted to lie on your bed and rot in fanfiction and K-dramas, for God's sake; it was a damn Saturday! Now starting to pace around the audit room, giving scowls to the paused characters around you, the denial feeling tried to reason with yourself, thinking it's all a dream; however, you just fought your thoughts to forget since that weird lady system is here, and you might as well ask tonnes of questions to get back to your world.

“Fine, Fine – tell me, what's the hidden quest about?”

“Revealing the hidden quest will only be shown after you complete the beginner tasks.”

“BEGINNER TASKS?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?”

“System unanswered, Task one: audition for the 4th member role in Huntrix and pass the audition.”

“4TH MEMBER OF HUNTRIX?! I’D RATHER DIE!”

Boom.

Everything faded to a deepened void, but seconds after, you snapped your eyes open, vision sharpening in an instant. Looking around like some headless chicken until realisation settled in, “Seriously?!”

“System unanswered: Now loading beginner tasks.”

“Three”

“Wait, no!”

“Two”

“I can’t do this System!—”

“One”

“GET ME OUTTT!” 

The characters and the pretty girl were now back to life, colour came back in your surroundings, and here you were. Hands grasping your hair, already groaning in vexation, only to feel a hand clutch yours, bringing them down, “Y/N, don’t be so huffy now! You’re quite literally after me, dumbass.” Oh, it was the girl. Trying to act as naturally after being consumed with information you didn’t want in the first place by that godawful lady system. “Oh… yeah.” You tried to sound as normal as possible and waved the girl bye, wishing her good luck before entering the private room. Since she was gone, you took the opportunity to walk about the audit room till a thought raised signals. Do you still look the same? Rushing to the wall filled with a large, consistent mirror, you blinked like a flashing light in shock, your eyes darting around your face, and even your hands shot up to cup your cheeks. “Holy shit…thank you, God.” Turning your face slowly to the left then right, you thanked God. Well... the system gave you an attractive face. You wouldn’t know how the hell you could pass with your original face; those ladies were top-tier visuals, god.

After a while the girl exited quite lively, and ushered, it was your turn on the list; you haven’t even thought of what you were going to do, which just made you cry inside. Closing your eyes in defeat, just accepting your fate as she literally drags you into that private room. You opened your eyes expecting random side characters but instead.. Bobby. Wait, Bobby?! Huntrix Manager was here instead of other judges? Well, it made sense considering Huntrix was a demon hunting group in secrecy, but it never showed on the movie Bobby knew about it. In fact, it just protrayed him being oblivious to their antics and believing the girls excuses. This caught you off guard but you managed to keep your composure; both was silencing to each other until Bobby spoke up, “Which song should we play for your audition?” Fuck. You didn’t think of anything and searched the area in bewilderment until a system message popped up. System is literally god here, huh.. Just like an angelic light is radiating to you, ‘Offer alert! You are able to require vocal support, however this will only work on a specific song. Drowning by WOODZ.’ Just like all the other times you almost cried then and there reading your favourite artist pop up, WOODZ, you placed your hand on the microphone and tapped the accept button. Soon after you cleared your throat before responding now, “I’ll be singing Drowning by Woodz.” You flinched a bit since you forgot to do the bowing, which you did taking into consideration of Bobby's face who had a light scowl. Shit. The instrumental of the song started to play, your hands back on the microphone; almost like magic you were able to ace the song. At first it surprised you trying to get use to it until the halfway mark entered and you were able to do it normally. Your head was rushing of multiple colliding thoughts trying to grasp your head on how the hell this is even working but at least you get to romanticise having a vocal talent. If only some fyne shyts witnessed this right now, you tearfully thought to yourself.

As the song came to an ending of a high bridge, you were greeted with silence and just the sound of you trying to catch your breath. Trembling breaths echoed through the microphone when you looked at Bobby, who had a blank stare. Was that normal? “Thank you, contestant 111, Y/N. Please exit the room and wait for the results.” You stepped back and didnt forget the 90-degree bow all the kpop idols did in your reality which you mentally fist pumped proudly. “Thank you.” With that you exited the private room seeing the girl, at this point, friend with a cheerful smile. Latching her arm around your shoulder asking how it went and wanted to know everything, you too. At least this helped your head in a better space after everything up until this point. It’s been almost an hour and the both of you were louging on the leathered couch just waiting for the results. The private room door flew open and Bobby entered with his bubbly smile reflecting like in the movie, such a girl dad you thought to yourself which made you smile even more.

“Alright ladies! I’ve decided who's going to pass this audition, keep in mind it was highly competitive considering this was short noticed. There will be only one able to pass.”

Hearing this you and the.. characters? Or people, god you didnt care. People ears twitched alongside with yours when they heard only one could pass, signalling everyone’s face no one knew about it which was an external shock even the staffs who were there too to supervise. A long deafening flatline filled the entire audit room, everyone was holding their breath, especially yours. What's going to happen if you fail the first task? Were you going to go through it all over again without the system offer or just.. not go back? Bobbly clicked his pen looking at us individually then writing something down onto his paper holder. He looked at you and everything froze in your perspective, until you saw the bubbly smiling creeping on his lips. Taking a deep exhale out of relief seeing this, it was music rhymes like a baby lullaby, to you hearing him announce, “Contestant 111, Y/N has passed this audition!”

Bobby made you follow him through a hallway filled with iconic kpop groups in this parallel universe, most of them being Huntrix. Over a course of weeks, you were introduced to the members in Huntrix: Rumi, Mira, and Zoey. Even Celina came over to teach you more about Gwi-Ma and the different types of demons, given a choice of wielding a weapon of your own. The choice differed from a bow and arrow, Uchiwa, and a scythe. You being you of course, picked the scythe the moment it was on the options list. Moreover, you were able to get closer to the trio, and they even welcomed you warmly as their own, and you were able to feel a part of it. For a moment, you forgot this was just part of a quest. These people werent real, nor was this world. You just managed to get sucked in by whatever cause you couldn’t find out.

You were in your room, lying on your back whilst twirling the scythe in your hands. It was a pause in this timeline until you flinched back up on your bed hearing Zoey barge in without knocking. “Zoey knock for gods sake!” Mira yelled despite her voice still being flatlined, “Oops, sorryy, Its just— its the first time we’re going out with our new member!” Rumi was the last to enter rolling her eyes light-heartedly, “She has a name, idiot.” You could only laugh seeing the dynamic between the three being awfully similar in the movie, getting up from your bed making your weapon disappear into strings of luminous energy then into thin air. “It’s only been 2 weeks; don’t worry about it Zoey.”

“So we’re going outside? What for?”

Mira and Zoey gave a side glance to Rumi who visibly wore a smile, “Just recovering my throat.” Mira chimed in, “Yeah, some kinda voice juice, which is totally legit by the way Y/N.” “It is legit!” Zoey caught Mira in her sarcastic tone which made her vocalise her snort. “ahh, tag me in then!” Zoey gave a cheer and invovled you into her dragging shenanigans in the elevator, “Gaja, gaja, gaja..!” Similar to how Mi-Rae urged you to go somewhere, it tugged on your heart, softening it by a mile. A growing fondness for Mi-Rae, missing your bestfriend wondering what was going on in your world. The group made its way to the central, which was crowded already, it was only 11am, the trio were confused and even alert by so many people but only you were smirking like a replica of anya. Today was the day you saw the ships start. You knew damn well what was going to happen considering your memory was of an orca. You followed them into the herbal clinic which Mira kept her suspicions up about it not being true. Entering in the same scenes happened, the doctor doing his dumbass I see tactic on Rumi, then Zoey, Mira. But what irked you was now he was doing it to you. “Uhm, why me now old man?” Your eyes flat into a enigmatic face knowing the guy was just fraud, “I see…. I see… I se—“

“Okay you’re embarrassing yourself old man, hurry up we need the damn voice juice.”

“Something..” he fixed his enormous glasses a bit before taking a better look at you, “something hovers over you… like some sort of leader.” Your eyes glanced at the three obviously perplexed, which was reciprocated by the trio. However, you did think for a second, could it be? Was he talking about the system? Ah, who gives a damn? You’re only here to help the trio… and obviously see your ships more! “Ugh hurry the hell up, helloo voice juice?” Mira spoke up in which the doctor agreed. They got the tonic box and exited the clinic, you and zoey both celebrating and Mira smiling as usual to you guys.

“Let’s hope the fans don’t see us—“ Zoey's heart dropped along with Mira, “Fans, Fans!!” They all chanted, hiding behind Rumi and tightening her hoodie, being behind Zoey you couldnt help but giggle, knowing what you were finally going to witness. Your inner fangirl finally completed. As the plot followed through, the shadows of 4 men now coming to life: Baby, Romance, Abby and Mystery. All flipping their hair in union as a backtrack of Love Me Right by EXO plays, a bit taken aback, considering this was ‘real life’, why the hell would a soundtrack play? However, in the midst of it another quest popped up,

“Beginner task 2 has started: Make sure the character Jinu helps up the character Rumi. Task has begun.”

“Wait what-?!” You mumbled to yourself knowing this isn't the plotline, why are you making this more juicy? And how the hell are you supposed to make Jinu help up Rumi when they just met considering now? Panicking you went to Mira side knowing Jinu may be appearing anytime but a warmth traced your skin like you were being watched. Following that feeling your eyes placed on.. Mystery? Wait why was he looking at you, Shouldn't he be looking at Zoe.. You glanced at Zoey and the comical popcorn abs scene already started seeing Abby show off his godmothering lovely build. Back to the damn mission, you snapped back to your reality. You had no time to worry about Mystery staring at you like some unknown ghoul, the hairs still standing up on your arms. You showed no interest to the Saja Boys knowing damn well you were shrieking internally and even fanning yourself a bit, your focus was on Jinu coming out. The task. Mira being the mature one noticed you getting rather focused on the background of these handsome men and before you could even blink again nor Mira pulling you back. Your shoulder tugged onto someone's biceps, and taken aback you lost your balance and fell on your bottom. A wince in pain on your lower back, a scowl ready to argue or insult, or both ready to fight back whoever nudged you. Your attention whipped upward, the irritated face soon turned into a sudden sensation. Looking up, your eyes met with Mystery behind all of that hair on his face, you could tell by one of the hairs separating. Holy shit, you never saw his face in the movie, this felt like a life time finally dying in joy. Mystery looked down on you, his face not peeking any emotion yet his actions said something different, his hand extended out to you. You followed along trying to hold his hand to get up, another system message occured. “Error! Task 2 has been complet—completeddddddd………— error!” You flinched trying to see the system message again but realised you might’ve looked insane trying to see something the others can't see. Just as you were about to hold his hand, Baby came and latched his hand over his shoulder. “Leave her be, dumb girl fell on her own.” Mystery now just stood there like some mannequin, only tilted his head a little to the blue hair, “This human has a small build; it's not her faul—“ Your shoulders dropped in incredulity, suddenly slapping Mysterys hand away, getting up on your own from the ground. He just took his hand back into his other hand, obviously showing his confusion. Baby just snorted like the jerk he is seeing your reaction whilst you gave him and even Mystery a glare, “Nevermind. I don't need your help.” In that moment Mystery had some time to think before speaking; he felt wronged in some kind of way.

“I never meant it like that, huma—“

“Don't be so heroic for her, Myste—“

“Baby shut it.”

“Both of you be quiet!”

Mystery and Baby looked at each other like you just slapped their egos with a flip-flop, from a damn human, hunter. Your mind was too far in the gutters to even pay attention to them nonetheless of that damn error popping out of nowhere when Mystery tried to help you up. Biting on the nails on your thumb your eyes darted around trying to find Jinu but the scene had already passed by, the three girls just staring up at you whilst helping put rumis tonic bags back in the box. “W-what?” You questioned out loud feeling a tingle of uncertainty behind you, Rumi just pointed behind you. Your eyes slowly made its way above your shoulders, but even before you made it there, you saw just purple silver hair still there which made you shriek and fumble away from it. “Jesus christ, what's your problem?!”

Mystery stood there watching down at you clearly displeased with your attitude back then, that jerk baby was already latching onto someone else, Romance. “Watch yourself.” He whispered in a low flat tone which made you scoff, seeing him walk away with the others. “Watch myself? Watch.. yourself you scary ass weirdo!” You shouted hoping it echoed through the alleyway now kneeling down to the others who made fun of those Saja Boys. It made you guys laugh in union but your mind never swept away, that line ‘watch yourself’ was suppose to be for Jinu, Rumis's scene. But… somehow Mystery said that line? Not to mention the error message from system? Isn’t this supposed to be going along with the movie plot? Surely you had no power to change it, youre a mere side character. Someone who just got sucked into this by chance.

“Hey hey!” A beating music perked all of the ladies ears, “What was that?” Zoey was the first to question and the group followed along, going as group creeping behind the wall.  “Theyre a boy band?” Rumi declared, like it was the threat of her life, “Let’s take a closer look.” You mentioned, to be honest… you only said that to see that infectious song Soda Pop with your own eyes. If this was your world, the real world, you would’ve gone crazy by now in the crowds. Zoey tightened Rumi's hoodie, which almost choked her to death,

“Zoe— ack!”

“Oh my god, sorry Rumi..!”

“You guys are insufferable…”

“Come on, it’s starting!”

You couldn't help but desperately announce it was beginning, even if you tried to conceal your excitement, the three girls could see right through you. Rumi took as you being competitive, Mira was taken aback and in doubt whilst Zoey was just.. being Zoey. The poor girl thought they were magicians the moment she saw that himbo Abby. Making your way through the crowds, during the performance you tightened your hands into a fist, trying your utmost best in composure not to scream the lyrics along with the boys. Jesus, the last time you did was when haechan, a kpop idol hit sang Faded in my Last Song live on TV and you swore your soul ascended. Although during the performance, you couldn’t suppress your giggles seeing Rumi’s irritated face looking at Jinu who kept teasing her to the brink but they soon found out they were demons, you on the other hand being the half omniscient character played along with them.

“They're... they're demons?”

“Magici-! Oh… yeah, definitely demons.”

“Zoey, how the hell did you not lose your head already?”

“Yah!”

Rumi grunted whilst getting our attention, “They’re stealing the fans, we have to stop this before anything worsens.” She declared with haste as she nudged pass the crowds, Zoey and Mira trying to follow her along. You being short was your perks in being able to push pass easier, already at the front wanting to witness the cutesy scene of Jinu wiping his shoulder smirking at an angry Rumi. Watching this you felt that same awkward sensation at your head like before, your heart beating slower and slower as you tried to find where it was coming from. Your eyes landed on Mystery; him again? Eyebrows now furrowed trying to focus on him without this damn sunlight flash banging your poor retinas, he was definitely looking at you. Again. You swore, his lips then moved, like he was going to say something until a pulsing bass, the system buzzing notification injected your ears, “ERROR: Dialogue Not Recognized. NPC Response Unassigned.” Through the cutting line sound, trying to regain hearing your eyes looked up at him. Not knowing if it was just your head playing games or this damn useless system, but it seemed as Mystery almost tilted his head, his gaze never leaving you as he signed to the crowd his goodbyes along with the other Saja Boys. So instead, he gave you a look, silent and heavy, before turning away. The pink smoke embodied all of the members, but now the system pinged again; fortunately, a softer buzz happened.

“TASK 3 UPDATE: You Are No Longer a Side Character.”

Your breath hitched.

You weren’t just watching anymore nor a support cast. You were part of this plot now.

The group, Saja Boys were now in their top floor apartment. Romance was already beyond tired, hunching his back to its extreme angle that Baby, the most laziest one of out the group look in disgust at the heart pinky. Jinu slapped Romance's back in a swift quick move, “Remember to maintain your posture Romances.” Romance yelped in pain, “Ow Jinu! Jesus, I get it leave my wonderful back alone..” Being the leader, Jinu noticed everything even with members who were eerily quiet, Mystery. He was already upright on the couch scarily, a book opened in his hand as his eyes trailed the strings of words. “Mystery.” Jinu called out, only earning a slight turn of his head to him before looking down on the book. “It’s serious,” Jinu sat down next to him as well as Baby on the other side, sucking on a lollipop with his arm on the back of the couch. Romance and Abby already bickering about god knows what, probably about their abs.

“My abs are so much better, you heart twink.”

“Hah, as if! My abs are way better leaned than you large bimb—“

“Shut it, you two!”

“Ugh..” Jinu pressed his fingers into his temple before looking at Mystery now soon after Romance and Abby quieted down to their shenanigans, “What was that about?” For a bit it seemed Mystery sat still, he was just thinking before he replied, “what do you mean?” He closed the book and left it on his lap, slowly turning his head to Jinu. “That- that girl. The black haired one, you know Mystery! You're the smartest here.” A small “ah” of acknowledgment realising what Jinu was hinting, “her..” he whispered in the same very low tone.

“I was just helping her.”

“Bullshit, you were defending her.” Baby took part in the conversation. “Okay who told you to join in Baby?” Baby rolled his eyes as he circled the lollipop in his mouth, he was kinda right though. “Are you sure you were just helping Mystery? You haven't done that in.. how many decades has it been?” Clearly visible now that Mystery tensed his jaw,

“I bumped into her, and she just had a weak build, so I felt the need to help her up. That’s all there was to it.”

“Mystery-“

“I saw the way you looked at during the performance…!” Romance ooed out mid way arguing with abby, “You can't deny that, afterall my name is Romance— ow, you fucking..!” Abby flicked the abs on Romance and kept flexing his even his biceps at this point. Jinu just sighed as he leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees now, “You can’t really defy that..I mean, we all did kinda see it.” Mystery again sat still, not moving an inch. He himself was trying to figure it out, he never paid attention to any human beings ever since transforming to this human version with himself. He had a flashback, seeing your irritated pride attacked face on the floor made him almost crack a small smile which was a slap to his face. How could a human so small stand their ground like that? It unsettled him more than he wanted to admit. Another flashback to where your sharp voice filled his head, through that alleyway: “Watch myself? Watch.. yourself you scary ass weirdo!” To be honest, he should’ve walked away with the others, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked back, twice, seeing her retreat to help out those members in Huntrix. Was she in that group? A feeling of strange weight pressing against his chest. Why did her defiance sting him like that?

Now doting back to their peformance where he couldn't deny, although he was doing fan-attention— oh fan service, that was what Jinu taught them. His attention kept sparsing to you, taking in the shit eating grin you had as your eyes googled between the purple haired lady and Jinu. Even when the performance ended, he tried to lean in and say something but nothing came out, just muffles. Why? He swore he said something to her just like Jinu did with his shoulder swipe to the purple lady. It felt like he wanted to itch his neck, force his voice outside but met with nothing, yet again with mumbles.

“Mystery?”

No response.

“Mysteryyy..”

Silence.

“MYSTERY!” Abby yelled like some crackhead infront of him. His whole body did a small jump looking around him now seeing the entire group huddled around him. He doesn’t blame them, seeing him act like that to a girl whom hes never even… met, right? Although they were demons that never slept, nor needed to, he knew tonight would be a long depriving one filled of questions from the individuals dumbasses.

After a long afternoon especially with finding out Gwi-Ma launched a demon boy band to break their honmoon, you slouched onto the couch alongside with Mira who let out a loud groan of relaxation. “Couchh…” you both let out with a tired smile. That was soon ended by Zoey and Rumi who appeared behind the two causing you and Mira to jump up a bit. Zoey sat on the circular cushions stool, and Rumi sat on the opposite side couch leg crossed. “We need to kill those demons.” Rumi got straight to the point, “A new song.. for the idol awards.” Zoey brought out the multiple books of lyrics out of nowhere, “Already have 30+ demon insults drafted in these bad boys!” Mira took a glance at the large window walling, “the honmoon is already.. having weak spots from just their existence, guys.” You clenched your fist knowing you were the one to continue the same plot as in the movie but… that task, task 3, no longer a side character? What the hell does that mean? Support more from the background to defeat Gwi-Ma?

“We have until Idol awards, guys; we can do this. Zoey you’re in charge of the lyrics, Mira—

“Make the dances more hotter.“

“Exactly, Rumi stall your voice until then. This is quite literally going to be our last chance, everyone, until some demon apocalypse shit happens.”

In that moment it drawn down to silence, your eyes were on your lap already in the midst of your thoughts until Zoey decided to break it. “Y/N,” your head tilted a bit a small “hm?” as a response until your gaze was on her. Both Rumi and Mira exchanged knowing smirks despite your confusion. For the first time since being sucked into this movie you had no idea what was going on.

“Sooo..” she nudged your shoulder, “Zoey spit it out…”

“That silver hair guy dumbass.” Mira spoke which enlivened Rumi, “Yeah Y/N, what was that about hmm?” All their voices were annoyingly teasing you which just made you denying everything even more aggressively, waving your hand at all those remarks the trio did.

“Did you see the way he looked at you?”

“You can barely see his damn eyes.”

“He literally helped you up!”

“No he was just belittling me, dumbass.”

“All those head tilts in your direction..!!”

“You three are beyond delusional.” You and the three now in a laughing fit. Despite these enjoyable times, your mind never met an ease of calmness ever since weeks ago being reincarnated into this movie. After all these laughs, you made your way to your room. Flooding yourself into putty on your bed, you cuddled one of the pillows close to you. Finally have a peaceful moment to yourself, you thought about back then, with.. Mystery. You never thought he could act like that, seeing how he was portrayed in the movie you thought he just wouldn’t bat an eye to you. You wouldn’t blame him but then again after those interactions? You didn’t know what to think, drifting into a deep sleep.

A pair of yellow eyes glinted from the shadows, watching through the glass door without a sound.

M. list

[yamumsyadadd]

hidden

this will be a three part series.

reader is younger (22), alexia is 30. the relationship is hidden but a select few find out and it doesn't go well.

let me know what you think :)

Sometimes there are people in this world that want you to change who you are, to hide, to pretend you are something or someone you aren’t. you had never been someone to shy away from the things that were important to you. You loved loudly, proudly, not only to your family but also with your friends and girlfriends.

For three years, you and your now ex-girlfriend Sam, had been incredibly public with your relationship. It came with a cost though. The fights, the unfollowing of social media accounts, the slow disappearances, all went noticed by fans. Suddenly, the home you had in Portland became incredibly suffocating.

After an early exit for the World Cup in Australia, you decided to leave Portland. Mainly due to your ex-girlfriend, and needing to get out of the hole you felt stuck in. Barcelona came knocking quickly. It honestly surprised you. For an entire day you sat googling the team history, wanting to better prepare yourself and not show up to the club looking like the typical American that people hated.

Both the club and you agreed that you would just join the team in Mexico, your belongings would be sent to Barcelona early, the club organised an apartment and for someone to unpack your belongings for you.

You knew that the players of Barcelona, as a club and individual people, expected a lot. The first few days were a little more relaxed, a lot more running than most would’ve enjoyed. But you loved running. It was something you did whenever you were in your own head too much. For the past six months you spent a lot of time running. Improving your fitness, your stamina and even beating your own personal bests.

It was true that the team was full of incredible players, it was hard not to get star struck at them. But one in particular. Alexia. There was something more than just being start struck. Alexia was beautiful. Her face, her hair, the way she sounded when she spoke English, and her ability to make everyone feel welcome. You had a little crush.

And unbeknownst to you, Alexia had one too. But due to you being younger, a whole nine years younger, she refused to do anything about it. Marta and Irene caught on quickly, as did Jana and Claudia. While Marta was encouraging it, citing it would just be a little harmless fun, Irene was completely against it.

Team nights were usually lowkey. Dinner at a restaurant, a hike or an afternoon at the beach. But not this time, it was a celebration. In a week the season would start, so this was the teams last chance to let loose with no real consequences.

Jana’s apartment was a mess, multiple outfits, discarded alcohol glasses, make up and shoes scattered around. It had been three hours since you arrived, Cata, Patri and Claudia were already drinking, or as they said, ‘pre-drinking the pre-drinks’. There was no possible way for you to catch up on them without completely wiping yourself out before getting to the club, so you slowly started drinking.

By the time you actually arrived, Cata, Patri and Claudia were past drunk, you and Jana were on the same level being slightly tipsy. The club was loud and packed. The team had gotten a table in the VIP section above the dancefloor. From that advantage point everyone could see everyone. The captains, who weren’t completely drunk (Patri), could keep an eye on their team.

Along with the team there were a few extra people, Irene’s wife Lucinda had come along, so had a few of the Spanish women’s national team, and Alexia’s little sister, Alba. You didn’t know it was her sister until you were completely drunk and dancing on the dancefloor.

“Alexia, she’s my big sister.” Alba leaned in, hands on your waist helping you stay upright. “I think she has a crush on you.” Your eyes almost bludged out of your head.

“No she doesn’t, she’s just being nice.”

“I can promise you, it’s more than that. I can prove it.” Alba told you her plan, sneak off out to the back patio, she was planning on leaving and a girl from earlier in the night was outside waiting for her. She was sure that if you both played the game, Alexia would be out in no time.

You both successfully exited the club into the smoker’s area, you were past the point of drunk and didn’t notice the death stare you received from Alexia as you walked away with her little sister.

Marta was sat next to Caro, hand resting on her thigh, giving Alexia an amused smile, “well Ale, are you going to just let her go with your little sister?” Caro and Irene gave Marta a look, one that proved neither agreed with it, “you know, she’s really drunk. She might need help home.”

“She has help home Marta.” Alexia grunted out. She knew it was a bad idea; she was thirty and you were still a kid. But she couldn’t help it. The way you smiled big and brightly, your eyes shining with happiness. The sound of your laugh, the way you remembered little random details about everyone, and the amount of work you always put in. no matter what, you were one of the first to get to training and one of the last to leave. While you hung out with the younger girls, you weren’t like them. You enjoyed having fun but as soon as it was training time, you locked in. it amazed her.

Alexia stood up abruptly, startling the girls around her. “Ale, leave her.” Irene tried to reach out, but Alexia shook her off.

“I’m going home. Goodnight.” They knew she wasn’t going home, at least not directly and that was confirmed as soon as they watched her walk out the same door you had gone through prior with Alba.

“Marta, why do you have to encourage it!” Irene groaned.

“Ale needs some fun. No, she deserves some fun. They are both adults and if they are both consenting there’s nothing wrong with it. Hell, look at lucy and Ona.” Marta vaguely waved a hand towards Lucy and Ona who were in their own little world on a separate table.

Outside, you were laughing with Alba and her friend as they lit up a cigarette. That was something different from home. Spanish people smoked and it was generally accepted to do it wherever. Expect for in the south, that didn’t happen much at home. Both your parents were strictly against it and since you were a professional athlete, and so were most your friends, you had never really been around people who smoked.

You had completely forgotten about the whole mission, until the door to the club slammed open. You heard Alba mutter something about it taking long enough and then you felt her presence.

Commanding but not scary, the tension was beaming off of her. “let’s go y/n. I’m taking you home.” The way she spoke was possessive, as if you belonged to her but you didn’t, you were your own personal.

“No, I’m okay here thanks.” You almost lost your balance as you said it, Alexia was the one to save you.

“Ale, if she says she wants to stay, let her stay.” The look alexia shot alba was enough that she put her hands up in surrender. Alexia’s arm went around your waist, holding tightly onto your hip. As soon as she loosened her grip a little, you tried to run. You were, after all, a runner.

Alexia groaned and then took off after you, considering how drunk you were it was easy to catch up. “Please let me just take you home.” She groaned, your drunken giggle filled her ears, and she couldn’t help but smile at you.

A shiver went through you as you looked into Alexia’s eyes, you weren’t cold, but Alexia automatically removed her jacket and draped it over your shoulders, “can we stop for nuggets on the way?” it was alexia’s time to laugh.

Alexia did end up getting you the nuggets and she watched in slight disgust as you ate the entire box in a few short minutes. The walk to your flat was halted by the downfall of rain. As you sat in the back of the uber you couldn’t help but think about how warm alexia’s body felt as you sat against her.

Both of you knew it was a bad idea. Alexia was 30, you were barely 22, she was a captain and most importantly, she was Alexia Putellas. But for Alexia, there was a look in your eyes that made her want to throw everything away.

There was a moment in the elevator, you were leaning against the back of the elevator and Alexia was standing in front of you. Slowly she walked towards you, as if you were a creature she was worried would run away, her hands landed on your hips, thumbs running against the exposed skin. Just as she started to lean in, the elevator binged, and the doors opened.

Ms Santos from down the hall came in. the old lady was nice; you felt bad for her. The small talk that started in the elevator continued until she was at her door. While you were far too drunk to help with her bag, Alexia carried it for her, forever the gentlewoman.

As you were unlocking the door to your apartment, your mind was racing with thoughts about the state you left your apartment in. was it clean? Were the dirty clothes all over the floor? Alexia’s warm hand was placed on top of yours, “let me help you.” She murmured into your ear.

When you alexia finally got the door open, it was like a flip switched. The warmth of her hand on your lower back and the heat pooling in your underwear had effectively sobered you up. Alexia was looking insanely hot as she stood there in your kitchen, getting you water and Panadol for the impending headache she was sure you would have.

All you could do was watch her. The way she moved so effortlessly, as if she’d been in your apartment many times. How her hand ran under the water to make sure it was cool, and mostly how her hands gripped the glass. You wished she was gripping any part of you like that.

When she turned around towards you, she saw the way you were looking at her. Your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked up and down at her. Slowly she made her way towards you, glass in one hand and Panadol in the other.

“Here, take the Panadol and drink the water, por favor.”

“I don’t want it.” You pouted up at her, hand reaching for the hem of her shirt.

“What do you want then hm?” one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows raised.

“You.” The small smirk on her face was all the sign you needed. You stepped forward, hands going under her shirt and kissed her. She automatically kissed back and for a while, you both got lost in it until it hit you.

You turned around as quick as you could, making yourself dizzy. Alexia was still in the kitchen, confused until she heard you empty your stomach contents into what she hoped was the toilet. She moved just as fast, coming to hold your hair and rub your back. To you, it seemed to last forever but when you were finally done, a wave of embarrassment washed over you.

“Shower time, yes?” she moved around with ease. Starting the shower, getting you a towel and then helping you up. “Arms up.” You followed every direction she gave you, too tired and drunk to argue. Once you were in the shower, alexia left the bathroom to get you some comfy clothes to sleep in.

She took her time, admiring the way your bedroom seemed to be so you. The photos of your family and national teammates littered your dresser, your training bag thrown on a chair in the corner of the room and plants that were scattered around.

You slowly made your way out of the bathroom, feeling slightly better but still drunk. Alexia turned around to see you standing there, hair damp and body wrapped in a towel. She couldn’t help but feel things.

“Can you help me?” your voice was small, almost vulnerable. Alexia didn’t say anything, just nodded her hand and came over to you. She tried not to look at your naked body, but she couldn’t help it. You were beautiful, she knew that already, but this was different.

“Can you stay?” you asked as you got into bed.

“Okay.” Alexia turned off the main bathroom and bedroom light, plugging your phone into charge and climbing into the other side of your bed. She manhandled you until you were laying with your head on her chest, her hand running through your hair.

“Thank you for looking after me.” You placed a small kiss on her lips and let yourself fall asleep.

You assumed, that asking her to stay meant that she would stay the entire night but when you woke up, she was gone. No goodbye, no note. Nothing.

Maybe she has somewhere to be, or maybe she just couldn’t sleep in someone else's bed, you weren’t sure, but it stung a little.

Two days later at training when she completely ignored you, it hurt even more. Maybe she regretted it, maybe she was embarrassed. The entire day she acted like you didn’t exist and it hurt, but then as it was nearing midnight she turned up at your door.

[jiminiepabov]

Why you didn't enter void yet?𐙚₊˚⊹♡

This my first post about void in this account

(DISCLAMIER:post is made with my experience, my assumption and my opinion+long post ahead+i will change the aesthetic of this post soon)

Do as I say. Take a deep breathe. Stop worrying. Relax. Do or eat something that makes your mind relaxed and happy. Now read this post.

Doing favorite method or just affriming whether by lying down or sitting up and everything goes nice . And all of sudden you wonder "why I'm NOT in void yet?" Or "Am I close to void?" If this is you, you’re doing totally opposite of what you should do. You are not entering void state, you’re inducing it which means you should presist by affriming or just being that you're already in the void. You don't wonder why you’re NOT in void yet? Or whether you’re close to it or not. You need not to affrim until you’re mind collapse just don't ask yourself why you’re NOT in void yet? or am I close to void? and similar stuffs like can I able to enter void?, am I doing anything wrong? You don't need to stress, just affrim/do your method/embody the state of void. Don't wonder whether you’re close to void or why you’re NOT in void yet because you're the void.

While having symptoms why you guys focus on them? Why are you chasing them? Why are you keeping them as a goal to enter void? Why are focusing on it like it is a VIP? When you feel symptoms you feel like you're almost there but why you didn't enter void? Your job is to affriming/do your method/embodying the state not to chase. Whenever you chase for symptom, the void state starts to run away from you(the void is you). If you’re having symptoms just let it happen. If it was intense relax your body and please control your mind, please baby control mind.

Don't wait for symptoms. Please listen to me don't wait for symptoms, if you’re looking for it you never gonna have it. And if don't have symptoms it's okay you gonna enter void state because symptoms are NOT MANDATORY. I entered void state for the first time without having symptoms. If I can then you can too my love.

You waking up in bed knowing that you didn't enter void state and started to complain that you didn't enter void for whole day robotically. Then you need to work on your self concept baby. Hear me out! You need work on self concept because you're affirming that you didn't enter void state for a long time and you're tired of it. To work on your self concept just be aware of your thoughts and affrim that you're master void and you can use your favorite affrimations ml.

Your creating your own subconscious blockages, they are not real but you're making it real. If you want to remove it just simply decide it. Yes, that's it. If you don't want to do it I prefer you guys to physch-k or hypnosis. Don't know what blockages are here some example:-

Creating an assumption that you can't able to enter void state.

Creating an assumption that you can't able to enter void again after you did once.

Creating an assumption that everyone can't enter void state.

Ect.......

Do you think that void is something higher than you? Or Are you begging to enter the void? ml you’re putting void on pedestal instead of you babe. It is simple to take it off. Just simplify the void. Ex:- Void is just state so, you can able enter it whenever you want or void is just body asleep mind awake state. You can simplify as much as you can. It really helps so, simplify it. It doesn’t matter It is real or not ml.

Procrastinating to enter void. Whenever you Procrastinate you must do a task, like drinking soy sauce. Ect.... If that doesn't work for you talk to yourself, ask yourself why are you Procrastinating. And convince yourself to not procrastinate any more dear.

Desperate to enter void. Just think it, void is just a state then why are you desperating. Having dead line, know that you're void and you can enter whenever you want.

If you force yourself to enter void, it creates anxiety and stress but not way to void. Do you sleep by forcing yourself? No, right. The same goes for void, just let it happen don't force yourself.

If you have suicidal mentality you need to know that your in control, you don't need to stress out. You create everything so please be patient ml. Don't do anything wrong.

Assumption creates reality so, presist in a assumption you're master at void.

Hope this post helps you. If you have any doubts my asks is open for you dear. Don't mind if this post have grammars mistakes or looks like shit because I wrote post while watching a match.

Go enter void state rn my love<333

Signing off

~𝓙𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓹𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓿

[akisteahouse]

Thinking about flirty! Reader with bumbling, flustered Azul Ashengrotto and not-so composed Jamil Viper!

Azul! Who had never been at such a complete loss before, because you were simply too big of a fish to fry! How could he possibly write up a contract with you when the end result was always you bullying him with your silver tongue, reducing him to nothing but a puddle of octopus goo? Ugh, you were impossible to work with!

Who turned from a sharp negotiator to a stuttering fool whenever you were on the pitch. This was horribly unfair! How was he meant to keep a cool head when you were perched on his desk, fingertips on his chin, lifting his head up to look at you, and oh, how your gaze bored into his eyes, how you loomed closer and closer, lips pouted, right before you denied him what you had been teasing him for the past few minutes now, shoving his fedora over his eyes before leaving - cruel, not even his stellar negotiation could get through you to kiss him-fulfil your part of the deal! However… his VIP room was always open if you ever had a change of heart, of course… ;) (pleasepleaseplease kiss him silly he’d get you anything you’d ever desire for)

Jamil! Who always felt like a character in the background, the servant of an eye-catching prince… until you showed up and promptly threw his once neatly arranged life into chaos - not that he was complaining. The never-ending compliments were a nice change, but you? Oh, you sneaky snake, distracting him from his duties -!

Who had begun to expect your presence, the coy touches here, the tad bit too flirtatious comments to be just considered banter there, and was becoming oh-so greedy for even a crumb of your affections. Talking to you after dealing with Kalim’s antics had become a need, a need to inhale your scent - which he had ingrained into his skull after you stood much closer to him than needed - a want to see your giddy smile after a horrid pick-up-line, a must to have your hands on him, even if it meant having to claw off your insatiable hands when he eventually got sent to do some task. (He never truly wanted you to let go.) Busy days spent running back and forth were a pain, but you were his oasis from the constant irritation, so do pardon his forwardness if he had to drag you to an empty guest room himself. ;)

[mashtatosworld]

can't pretend

summary: its strictly professional between you and seunghyun, a heated performance for your fans. until its not.

To the fans, you and Choi Seunghyun were the definition of on-stage chemistry.

The lingering touches, the teasing glances, the kind of flirtation that made cameras zoom in and edits go viral.

The way his fingers traced down your arm during duet stages.

The way his lips brushed your ear whenever you performed collaborations.

The way he watched you like he wanted to devour you whole.

It was intense. It was hot.

It was the kind of thing that made headlines, sent fandoms spiralling, and had entire Twitter threads analysing every glance.

And you played along.

Because, well, why not?

You were both idols. You understood the game.

At least, you thought you did.

Until the lights went down and the music faded.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

He ignored you.

Not coldly. Not rudely. Not dismissively.

He just… never spoke to you.

You weren’t sure what it was.

You had tried in the beginning. The first few times it happened, you figured maybe he was just quiet. Maybe he just took time to warm up to people.

But then you saw him talking to your bandmates.

Laughing, even.

Chatting with ease, his voice deep and smooth, the occasional teasing smirk thrown their way.

Yet the second you approached the conversation, ready to join in on the laughter, he would stop talking.

His gaze would settle on you - silent, unreadable.

Like he was waiting for you to start speaking.

Like he had nothing to say to you.

And over time, it got to you.

You took it personally.

He could touch you on stage.

He could act like he wanted to kiss you in front of thousands.

But he couldn't even say hello?

Fine.

You played along because you had to.

But you knew, deep down, that whatever Seunghyun did on stage -

It wasn’t real.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The night is one of celebration.

Your group and BigBang had just wrapped up the first night of your dual tour, and the high of the performance still buzzes through your veins as you all pack into an exclusive VIP section of a club. The music is bass-heavy and intoxicating, and the bottles flow freely.

You’re laughing with your members, riding the adrenaline of the performance.

But then Seunghyun appears at the table, carrying a tray stacked with shot glasses, distributing them one by one to the entire table.

But when he gets to you -

He skips over you.

Your laughter falters.

You blink down at the shot tray, waiting. Nothing.

He moves to set the empty tray down.

"Oh...” you murmur, just loud enough for your members to hear.

They see it too, eyes flicking between the tall rapper and your pursed lips.

You glance up at Seunghyun, confusion flickering behind your eyes. “What, am I not included?”

Seunghyun blinks.

His lips press together before he mutters, “I didn’t know what you’d want.”

Silence.

Your group mates exchange knowing looks.

You exhale sharply, shrugging. “I mean, the same as everyone else would have been fine.”

Seunghyun nods - stiff and formal, before pivoting and walking straight back toward the bar.

You scoff loudly.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” you say, turning back to your girls. “See? He actually hates me.”

Your members roll their eyes.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“No, seriously,” you insist. “He avoids me. He never speaks to me. The only time he even looks at me is on stage because it’s all for the fans, the performance. He’s just playing it up for the cameras.”

The BigBang boys laugh.

“You’ve got it so wrong!” Daesung says before clamping his mouth shut.

Too late.

Your eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”

Jiyong smirks, sipping his drink. “Seunghyun definitely doesn’t hate you.”

You arch a brow. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Daesung sighs. “No, no, you don’t get it. He - ” He hesitates, but then the liquor loosens his tongue. “He’s just so worried about disappointing you.”

Your frown at the confession, taken aback.

Youngbae nods, a wince on his face as he polishes off the shot. “I mean, I hate tequila, but our hyung never cares enough to get me something else.”

The rest of BigBang bursts out laughing.

Your group stares.

"You boys are so strange," Your lead vocalist tuts, throwing back her own tequila with a grimace. "Here's to six more months together!"

Everyone else cheers' whilst you watch, eyes glancing to the bar where Seunghyun stood, tapping his card against the countertop, waiting to be served.

"I don't know if I'll survive it," You mutter to the group, looking away when his eyes travelled back towards your table.

"Ignore him," Jiyong assures you, as the others began to talk about the next show. "He'll come around once he gains the courage. The last one ruined his confidence." He scoffed, like he was incensed at the thought.

"The last one?"

"Yeah, what was her name?" He nudged Youngbae who shot daggers at his friend.

"I don't think we should talk about it."

Jiyong rolled his eyes. "Whatever, it was a complicated shit-show. Our hyung just needs to forget her already."

Your best friend nudges you. “You know, you could help with that.”

Your gaze flickers up, and she smirks knowingly.

Your members catch on instantly, all of them grinning, giggling, whispering mischievously.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, feigning innocence.

Of course you found Seunghyun attractive, anyone with eyes would.

But getting involved with someone who supposedly was fresh out of a complicated relationship was rarely ever a good idea. Especially when you'd be working so closely with them for the next half a year.

Yet your fingers trace the rim of your empty glass, contemplating the thought.

Seunghyun returns shortly after.

His eyebrows crease slightly as he takes in the scene - everyone already polished off their shots, whispering, laughing.

He steps up to you, moving carefully, sitting beside you with a measured gap between you.

Wordlessly, he sets a single shot of tequila in front of you - a little wedge of lime perched on top.

"Hey! Why didn't we get one of those," Youngbae points with a frown.

Seunghyun shrugs, pulling out his pack of cigarettes as you pluck the lime from your drink.

Only for you.

Your chest tightens, but you let none of it show.

Instead, you take the little glass and tilt your head up at him, eyes gleaming.

“Thanks.”

And then, lowering your voice so only he can hear -

“By the way, I’ll drink whatever you get me.”

The cigarette dangles from his lips as his pupils dilate.

And just like that - it begins.

The shot goes down, but his eyes are only on you.

For the rest of the night, you’re somehow so much closer, thighs touching, shoulders brushing.

He leans in to speak to you, uncaring to include anyone else in the conversations, and if you so much as turn your head away to answer someone else, he'll call your name - a hand on your thigh to regain your attention.

The rest of the group shifts towards the dance floor but you two stay in your secluded bubble. You’re sharing drinks, sharing touches.

And when you finally convince him to join the others in the crowd, he stays pressed to your back, following your lead.

It starts with subtle grazes.

Then longer, lingering touches.

Until finally -

His hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him.

The first kiss is slow. Testing.

But the moment you bite his lip, everything changes.

His hands tighten, his breath catches, and he kisses you again.

The groups wild reactions, the heavy music, the heat of the club all fizzles out and you're completely consumed by him.

When you finally pull back, he’s staring.

Eyes dark.

Chest heaving.

You look up at him, fingers curling into fabric of his shirt.

“Don't ignore me anymore,” you murmur.

"I never have," he assures you, grasping your wrist and without another word - he stole you away.

Ready to ruin you.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The following weeks on tour with Seunghyun were perfect.

Hotel rooms shared between rehearsals and performances.

Late-night dinners that turned into mornings tangled together in white sheets.

Inside jokes whispered between stolen kisses backstage.

You were happy. He was happy. Your bands were happy.

It was effortless. Natural. Like you had both fallen into place.

Until her.

Until the reminder of his past.

Seunghyun was in the shower, steam curling from the open bathroom door, singing loudly under the rush of water.

His phone started ringing against the nightstand.

"Can you get that?" His voice was muffled over the water.

You reached for it, expecting one of the guys.

But then you saw the name.

A girl's name.

One you didn’t recognise.

You froze, pulse jumping.

The call went to missed.

Then a message appeared.

Your thumb, curled around the screen tightly slipped - accidentally opening it.

You wished you hadn’t.

[mina] I miss you, and I know you miss me too

[mina] I hate you

[mina] Are you with her now? It’s all over social media

[mina] You know making me jealous doesn't work

[mina] Does she know about us

Message after message.

For weeks.

Your stomach dropped.

This was the girl. The one that Jiyong had mentioned before Youngbae told him off.

You scrolled further, heart pounding, only to find that Seunghyun hadn’t replied in months.

But he hadn’t told her to stop, either.

Hadn’t blocked her.

Hadn’t shut it down.

If anything, he'd left the door open. And you were merely the distraction.

And that? That hurt.

Then -

"Who was it? Princess?"

The water shut off.

Panic seized your chest.

You dropped the phone back onto the nightstand and scrambled from the bed.

By the time Seunghyun stepped out of the bathroom, towelling his hair, you were gone.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day.

He tried.

The guys tried.

Your bandmates checked in.

But you skipped dinner, locked up in their room, making excuses, claiming exhaustion.

Your phone buzzed with messages you ignored.

[seunghyun] Where are you?

[seunghyun] Are you okay?

[seunghyun] y/n

You weren’t ready.

It wasn’t until later that night - when the rest of the group had gone out for dinner, leaving you alone in your bandmates’ hotel room - that you finally ran out of places to hide.

Someone had given him the room key.

You didn’t hear him enter.

Didn’t notice he wasn't one of your girl friends until he was standing in front of you at the foot of the bed, tall and intimidating.

Tension thickened the air.

"What’s going on?" His voice was careful.

You clenched your jaw, avoiding his gaze, even when he carefully perched himself beside you - like he was afraid you were going to run away.

He sighed. "You weren’t at dinner. You’ve been avoiding me."

Silence.

His brows furrowed. "y/n - "

"I saw the messages."

His face barely changed.

"Messages?"

"Your ex." Your voice was flat.

Realisation flickered in his dark eyes.

"y/n, they mean nothing."

"Then why haven’t you told her to stop?"

His lips parted. No response.

Your throat tightened. "If it was nothing, then you would’ve shut it down."

"It’s not that simple."

"Isn’t it?" You laughed coldly.

A muscle ticked in his jaw.

"y/n, we were together on and off for two years. It’s not like - "

He hesitated.

Like he knew he shouldn’t finish the sentence.

Like he realised too late.

But you had already heard it.

Already felt the sting.

"Not like what? Not like a couple months?" You scoffed, standing up, shaking your head. "You’re right. A few months is meaningless."

His face hardened. "Don’t. That’s not what I said."

"It’s what you were going to say."

"But that’s not what I meant."

Your chest burned.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “y/n, you’re overreacting.”

Maybe you were. Maybe you were running more on anger than rational thought.

But in that moment, when your thoughts were clouded by hurt, it was the wrong thing to say.

“Overreacting?” You let out a hollow laugh, crossing your arms.

Seunghyun’s jaw clenched. “I never respond to her, you don't understand - ”

You swallowed, voice dropping. “Am I just keeping you distracted until you change your mind?”

His eyes snapped to yours. “Of course not.”

“Really?” Your voice wavered. “She was a secret, wasn’t she? Now I’m just - what? Another mistake you don’t want to acknowledge?”

His eyes darkened. “You think I don’t want to acknowledge you?”

You shrugged. “You barely even talked to me before this tour.”

His head tilted back, jaw working like he was biting back words.

Your lips parted. “Wow. That’s it, isn’t it?” You let out a shaky breath. “You don’t think I was supposed to happen.”

“That’s not - ”

“But I did.”

Silence.

A thick, suffocating silence.

Your chest felt hollow.

This was the first real fight you'd ever had.

And it was feeling more and more like the last.

Seunghyun took a step forward, softer now. “You did happen. And I - ”

But you took a step back.

You shook your head, biting your lip to keep it from trembling. “You should’ve blocked her.”

He exhaled, running a hand down his face. “I should’ve. I'm sorry.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and turned towards the door.

“I need to think.”

“y/n - ”

You didn’t stop.

Didn’t look back.

Because if you did -

You might falter.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You went straight to reception after that, requesting a room for yourself. One he couldn't reach you from.

Yet you couldn’t sleep.

Lying in your too-cold hotel bed, you stared at the ceiling, the fight replaying in your head over and over. The worst part? You missed him. Even now. Even after everything.

And he wouldn’t stop trying.

The first call came shortly after you closed the door to your new room.

You stared at the ringing hotel phone.

You slowly picked it up, bringing it to your ear. "Hello?"

“y/n.” His voice was soft.

He'd found out what room you were staying in. Great.

You slammed the phone down.

Another call.

Then another.

By the fourth, you yanked the cord from the wall and collapsed back into bed.

But Seunghyun wasn’t done.

The next day, he planned a group outing. Something to break the tension.

But when you got the invite, it wasn’t long before you found out the truth.

No one else had been invited.

Just you.

You didn't show up.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You had been avoiding him for days.

Every conversation dodged. Every touch evaded. Every moment spent in separate spaces.

Until now.

Because on stage, in front of thousands of screaming fans, you had nowhere to run.

You performed as usual.

The same smiles.

The same touches.

Everything between you had been fake before - so faking it again should have been easy.

But then, he kissed you.

Right there.

On stage.

In front of everyone.

The fans lost it.

Cameras flashed. Screams erupted. The internet was going to explode.

You were stunned.

The moment you stepped off stage, you grabbed his wrist, dragging him to a quiet corner.

“What the hell was that?” you hissed.

Seunghyun stared down at you. “A kiss.”

You scoffed. “We’re not even together anymore! Why would you give them the wrong impression?”

His jaw clenched. “Because we’re not ending things over a stupid fight.”

Your stomach twisted.

His voice dropped, softer now. “I lost someone before because I let miscommunication and fighting break us apart. I let her convince me I wasn’t worth a real relationship.” His eyes searched yours. “I’m not letting that happen again.”

You exhaled slowly.

For the first time in days, you actually looked at him.

At his tired eyes. The tension in his shoulders. The way he was still reaching for you, even now.

You swallowed.

This wasn’t how adults solved things.

You had run. He had chased.

But that wasn’t how you two were supposed to work.

You took a deep breath. “Fine. Let’s talk.”

Relief flooded his features.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Later, in your new hotel room, you sat on the bed as Seunghyun stood by the window, chain-smoking.

He finally took a breath.

"I never blocked her because I felt responsible... When I finally left, she said things that made me scared for her life. We were toxic. And unstable. But that didn't mean I wanted anything bad to happen to her."

Your lips parted at the confession. You had no idea he had gone through such a traumatic relationship.

“After, once we were done, I felt… guilty,” he continued. “When I first met you, you were like this... light that I desperately wanted. But I thought if I indulged in you, then I was being selfish. Unworthy."

Your heart ached.

He exhaled. “That’s why I never made a move before the tour. But when you did…” He finally met your eyes. “I was so happy. So addicted. I couldn't go back to pretending.”

You smiled softly.

He reached for his phone, showing you his screen.

Her number was blocked.

“I should’ve done it sooner,” he said. “I’m really sorry.”

You swallowed. “I’m sorry, too. For not listening to you. For running.”

He nodded. “Let’s not do that again.”

You laced your fingers through his.

“Never.”

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

When you woke up, the bed beside you was empty.

You sat up, blinking, only to see Seunghyun packing.

Your bags.

You furrowed your brows. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t even glance up. “As nice as this room is,” he zipped up your suitcase, “it’s not as nice as ours.”

Your heart stuttered.

Ours.

You liked the sound of that.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

based on events i been through myself... anywaysss enjoy xx

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[snowstormarts]

Can you write a Yandere Eddie and Volt x Homeowner who is in a relationship with someone else*not a Dateable/object* and is planning to propose to them inside the house

First DE Yandere promt, ooh I couldn't wait to write for this one tbh. Especially since it's with two of my favorite boys, my own Yandere Headcanons can wait a little longer xD Also I got sick so it might take me a while longer to post fics, promts & co, sorry about that

Likes & Reblogs are appreciated, my inbox is open for Requests & Asks

"Our love can't be denied, so stop struggling"

[Yandere!Eddie & Volt x GN!Reader][Divider Credit]

[⚠Warning; Yandere Content, reader dosent have a good time Minors DNI⚠]

It started after Volt saw you walk through the doors of the Breaker Box. Something in his chest sparked to life at first he couldn't place it, whatever he felt it was intense. It craved you, demanded you to stay here forever, far from anyone else who would try and rip you away from him. And yet at the same time it lusted for your happiness, just imagining you being sad broke his heart and made his fingers itch with the need to claw at anyone who dared to make your smile disappear.

He only realized what it was exactly after a few regulars started teasing him, saying that any time he saw you walk in he would B-line it straight towards you like a clingy puppy or a love obsessed teen.

He was in love with you, not the regular kind of love he had experienced before. This was more intense, it was pure, obsessive love for the one who had caught his heart in a vice grip. And he wouldn't have it any other way, he was yours and you were his even if you didn't know it yet. He was sure you would come around soon.

And so whenever you visited the Breaker Box, Volt would not hesitate to greet you with a kiss to the back of your hand and his regular "It's always a pleasure to see you, Live Wire~" You saw it as a simple friendly yet somewhat charming gesture but to him? It was anything but friendly, it was a claim, so everyone knew you were his and he wouldn't share you with anyone else...Well maybe he would share you with one other person, his other half, Eddie. He was sure it wouldn't take long until you melt the walls around him and catch his heart for yourself as well.

True to his words it didn't take long for Eddie to join Volt in his growing obsession with you. All it took for him was that one moment, that short moment where you fell into his arms. You fit perfectly into his hold, how you clung to him as smiled, the light blush tempted him to just kiss you right there and then. You had sparked something in Eddie that he thought he would never experience again but here he was now, walls melting as he imagined your future together.

So now whenever you walked through the doors of the Breaker Box Volt would come over to greet you with his signature hand kiss and bring you to the VIP area. Sometimes Eddie would be there waiting for you, other times you would meet him after the show and on rare occasions both would join you before the show started. You never really realized how they looked at you with this burning hunger, the desire to have you for their own, to pamper you and keep you 'safe' in a their arms. Keeping away anything and anyone they thought could harm you, in the end you only needed them and nobody else, right? They knew how to treat you right, you would never want for anything as long as you were with them. They would fulfill your every wish no matter how small or big, if you wanted you could even insult them, scream at them as you lay your hands on them. They would need to reprimand you verbally but that's it and in the end they know you will come back to them. Kissing them and apologize for your outburst and they would forgive you, they always do.

To them the mere idea that you could do anything wrong was nonsense. If you were angry it was of course because someone provoked you and whoever did this would get a stern, hands on talking to from both of them. If you're sad, they won't hesitate to comfort you and ask whats wrong. If it's person, they better pray that the boys feel merciful and let them get away with a new set of broken bones and some electricity scars. Are you feeling overwhelmed and just want some peace and quiet? Don't worry they will be sure to guard you and keep everyone else away from you unless you say otherwise. Anything you want they will make sure you get it, even if it takes weeks or months of their time or money, seeing you smile is all they need.

But then one morning you walked into the Breaker Box, they were still busy with cleaning up the place, so Eddie was about ready to yell at whoever walked in to get out. Only to stop shortly after seeing you in such a chipper mood, a small blush covered your cheeks as your fingers fidgeting with your clothes non-stop. It was an adorable sight that made Eddie's mind spiral and jump to the conclusion that this was it, you were about to confess your love to him.

'This is it, isn't it? You're so adorable when you're nervous, Live Wire. Will you also confess your feelings to Volt? Or are you just here for one of us? Would you change your mind if you knew who we truly are? Would knowing it make you excited or make you freak out and never come back to us?' Eddie's mind came to a stop as he saw Volt walking towards you two, probably to greet you like he usually does.

But it never got to that point, you didn't even notice Volt was there frozen just like Eddie as they heard about your plan. You wanted to propose to your partner, in the safety of your home and it needed to be perfect. You asked them to keep the power steady, you had it all planned out, a nice dinner under some fairy lights (you refused to have Scandalabra there), a fancy meal made with the help of Stefan as you shared a light conversation and when the time is right, you would go on one knee and ask them to marry you.

Their eyes met and you could feel the sudden tension rise between you three, the smell of ozone filled the air as Volt walked closer, standing right behind you. Caging you against the bar that Eddie had just finished cleaning.

"Oh, our mischievous, Live Wire. You know we love you and would do anything for you, right?" Volt's electric hair brushed against your skin as he leaned in closer. You nodded hesitantly, not wanting to risk making the situation even more tense then it already is.

"Then you must know that we love your teasing and jokes, they light up the place even more then you usually do." You tried to turn your face towards Volt but Eddie had other plans, he leaned closer and kept you in place so you could only see him and his cold, yet caring grey eyes.

"Then you must also, surely know that this goes a bit too far even for you, don't you think? Making up a partner who you want to propose to? Did you want to make us jealous for neglecting you the last three days or did someone set you up to this? Was it the stupid lamp with another one of his challenges?" Eddie asked, clearly annoyed at the thought of Lux having yet another challenge that he wants to try out and hooked you in again.

You shook your head "No, no Lux has nothing to do with this, well they did say they would help me with some preparations and set the mood but nothing else. No challenges or trends, just a friend wanting to help me out...Also what do you guys mean by 'making you jealous'?"

Volt hummed, his fingers tapping against the bar as Eddie continued to talk. "Well we were quiet busy with the Breaker Box in the last few days, a sudden influx of customers who all wanted unique drinks and another large group that wanted to socialize exclusively with Volt. We barely had any time to catch our breath let alone spent some time with you, so it only makes sense that you wanted our attention but couldn't ask for it for some reason. Did we scare you or hurt you somehow, little light?" Eddie's voice was filled with concern, his hold loosen as he gently ran rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

"Guys, you didn't hurt me or scare me, really. I know this place can be busy sometimes and I'm ok with that, there's always another day to see you two. I'm not some jealous friend-" All of a sudden you could feel the tension rising once more, the smell of ozone intensified making your stomach churn as a light spark tickle your exposed neck.

"Friends? Is that all what you really think we are?" Volt asked, your body was screaming for you to flee from here. To lock the door to the Fuse box or to throw the Dateviators away and never look at them again but even if you wanted to follow through on your bodies warnings, you couldn't.

Volt was behind you with his arms blocking your left and right side and even if you did duck under his arms and run towards the door, there still would be Eddie. Who could easily run after you from behind the bar and catch you, so you had to be sneaky, play along until the right moment strikes where you can deactivate the Dateviators and escape.

"Aren't we just friends? Or do you guys like...Secretly hate me?" Play dumb, hope they get so worried that they focus more on explaining themself and then you can 'comfort them' once their guard is down, it will be your time to strike.

"No, we could never hate you little spark." Eddie replied his hands sliding down towards your own but you quickly pulled them away, refusing to look at him.

"Eddie's right, Live Wire. We could never hate you, for you have won over our hearts. You have both of us in a vice grip, we would do anything for you...Well mostly everything, a few things we could never do, even if you asked them off us."

You turned to face Volt, curious about what they wouldn't do "And what are those things?"

Eddie and Volt looked at each other, it felt kinda of intimate, like it's something you shouldn't watch but at the same time you couldn't look away. Not to mentioned the growing ozone smell that was starting to make you feel queasy, the quiet didn't help either it only intensified your anxious mind, so you were grateful when finally one of them decided to speak up.

"We will never hurt you or scare on purpose." Eddie started, you wanted to reply that they were making you anxious right now but before you could Volt continued to speak.

"We will always love and protect you, no matter how small or big the threat is."

"We will make sure you're happy here, we will give you whatever you want if it means you will stay here with us."

"And most important of all..." Volt and Eddie suddenly spoke at the same time, sending a shiver down your spine as their words echoed in your mind.

"You belong to us, no one else can have you." And then Eddie continued to speak while Volt started to pepper kisses against the back of your neck. "And if anyone tries to steal you away from us then we simply have to make them go away. You belong to us and we belong to you, Little Spark. So please just accept our love and we can forget about what you've said about that supposed 'partner' of yours."

You couldn't answer, this was no longer some misunderstanding between friends. No, you knew what this was, you were caught between two, love sick yanderes who would do who knows what to have you...But it's also the perfect moment to get their guard down and give you an opening to strike.

"...You promise you will forgive me?" Both of them nodded, as you let your hand rest on the side of Eddies face which he immediately nuzzled into. "Then I will gladly accept your two's love for me and all that is included with it, no take backs now boys."

It took a while before their guards went down, you were showered in kisses and sweet nothings as they told you how long they had loved you. How they had watched from afar not wanting to overwhelm you or push you before you were ready to confess your true feelings for them but growing ever more impatient.

You nodded along, saying your own sweet words and joking with them until you saw an opening. Faking a yawn you stretched your arms high above you and you lowered them, you struck. Your hand flew to the Dateviator ready to throw them against the wall (sorry Skylar) if it meant getting away from those two. But just as your hand brushed against the cool metal frames, your wrists were caught and slammed down onto the bar.

Biting back a hiss of pain you glared at Volt while trying to free your hands from his steel grip, you even considered trying to bite him for a moment. But that didn't guarantee he would let you go, more likely then not he would simply switch to let Eddie hold your wrist. Not to mention the electric shock you could get from biting the literal embodiment of electricity. So you put that plan on the back burner, only using it if you get desperate but for now you choose to speak your mind, you were tired of all this.

"Listen up you two, let me go now! I don't wanna be here, I'm tired, I'm scared and quiet frankly I am loosing my patience with both of you!" All you wanted right now is to get away from them and talk to your partner, you just needed to hear their voice.

"We're sorry, Live Wi-"

"Dont." You snapped at Volt who recoiled from your harsh words and a glare that would even make a Tiger quiver in fear. "I wanna go back into my room, please..."

Everything was quiet, it felt lime an eternity to you before one of them finally spoke up and broke some of the tension in the room.

"We can't let you go, little spark" Eddie whispered, his hand running through your hair in a comforting gesture, that did anything but comfort you.

"We will have to keep you here until we...Fix that little 'friend' issue of yours." Volt murmured against your ear. "Now tell us, wheres your phone? We need to have stern talk with the one who thought they could steal you from us, Live Wire.'"

It felt like a bucket full of cold water was just dumped onto you, you wiggled from side to side, biting Volt's arm in a desperate attempt to escape. Ignoring the pain that rattled through your teeth, you didn't even want to think what they would say or do to your partner.

A hand grabbed your jaw and pulled you harshly to the side, you could taste the familiar taste of metal against your stained teeth.

"Fuck, Volt are you ok?"

"Don't worry about me, Eddie."

"Don't worry? They just bit you, for all we know it could get infected!"

"I will go to Farya after we've dealt with our Live Wire here." With a defeated sigh Eddie nodded and turned back to you, clearly pissed but yet his obsession kept him from lashing out on you.

"Don't worry little spark, we know this isn't how you usually are. We forgive you but don't do it again or else we will have to punish you. Maybe we should visit your dear 'partner' of you misbehave once again and show them that you are ours."

"And if they don't listen? Well, let's just say that every home has electricity, it would be a real shame if something happened to your 'close friend' right, Live wire?~" Volt grinned, his hair sparked wildly and you knew that there was a clear threat.

"So answer us, Live wire" their voices mixed together once more. "Do you love us?"

[korn-dawg]

some brief thoughts abt sugarbaby!vi...

$ sugarbaby!vi who definitely isn't traditional in the way she spends your money, she's not into the flashy luxury brand purses or fur

$ sugarbaby!vi who makes you pay for her vintage car collection, a 1958 cadillac coup, a 1959 corvette v8, a 1967 mustang convertible... all cherry red, of course

$ sugarbaby!vi who just can't forget about letting you pay for her bikes too, especially her baby, a red kawasaki ninja zx-10r

$ sugarbaby!vi who gets all touchy and flirty when she wants something, buttering you up for the hefty price tag she's about to drop on you

$ sugarbaby!vi who isn't scared of pda, hanging on you in public, sitting on your lap in those vip bars you like to take her to

$ sugarbaby!vi who pouts when she doesn't get her way, sulking, huffing and puffing until you relent

$ sugarbaby!vi who denies being a sugar baby, she's merely your girlfriend who happens to reap the benefits of your wealth and generosity, or so she claims

$ sugarbaby!vi who'll do anything to get that new bike mod she's been wanting. want her to eat you out under your desk? sure, why not. want to bend her over the meeting table after everyone leaves? go for it. want to mark her up and have her not cover the hickeys? not like she does anyways.

$ sugarbaby!vi who convinced you to get a home gym so you could watch her train

$ sugarbaby!vi who's gotten so comfortable she just sticks her hand out whenever it's time to pay, waiting for the familiar plastic of your card to be put in her palm

idk gyus i kinda like this concept.....

[rezitio]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊

gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji zenin, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen, hiromi higuruma.

━━━━ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 - club, his favourite stripper. food play [alchol], pole dancing, clothed orgasm, grinding, some weird ah make out

Everyone agrees that Satoru is the life of the party. He’s certainly the life of yours. Whenever you see those icy blue eyes, just know you're getting paid tonight.

Holding eye contact with him while you work your magic on the pole. He has a girl dancing on him, but you both know she won’t satisfy him as well as you do.

He's glaring at you from the VIP section; he's telling you to show him what you can do. Show him what he’s going to be working with tonight.

And you do. Dropping down, then snaking yourself around the pole, climbing it again, and sliding down. You lock yourself on the pole. Suspended in the air, you puff your lips out, putting saliva over your mouth and dragging it around your lips.

Making it messy. Like how he likes it. You keep enticing him with your dance, feeding him and the hungry men below the stage. At the end, you slide down, facing the back of the stage. You undo your bra and throw it into the crowd of hungry dogs.

Not turning, you walk straight off the stage into the curtains that led backstage. You get a blanket to cover yourself and on cue, and the strip club manager tells you an important customer has booked a private session.

You knew this man would fold. You walk into the private room, letting the blanket drop to the floor. His eyes drop from your face to your bare breast, almost a frown on his face.

“Awh… You mad I didn't throw the bra to you?” You teased him. He didn’t like that. He gestured for you to come closer while putting the bottle down.

You played his game; you went on your knees, positioning yourself in between his bulge. Gojo was always playful; he never wanted to do things on a sober note. He brought the bottle from his lips to the top of your head, staring at your lips.

You complied. You opened your mouth, and he poured it down your throat. You swallowed, feeling the burn go down and your mind clearing. You climbed him, sharing the taste of the alcohol with each other. Your tongues connect, sharing the taste and licking it off each other's lips.

He brought the bottle to his lips again. He connected with your lips, sharing the alcohol with you. You did it until the last bit of the liquid had slid down each other's throats; by this time you were both out of breath.

You looked at each other for a minute. His eyes told you he wasn’t sober anymore. Tonight was going to be a long one. After a few seconds, your hips automatically started to move, rubbing yourself on him. He broke eye contact, hissing at the bulge fighting his pants. You felt his boxers getting wet; the wet patch kept getting bigger and bigger till eventually he let out a groan.

You knew that moan. He just orgasmed the way he turned to look at you; he wanted more. You could feel the oragsm fluid penetrate his boxers and seep onto your cheeks. Tonight was going to be a long night.

━━━━ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 - confessional booth. priest!Getou, church themes, prior encounters mentioned, toys [vibrator], degrading,

Father forgive you, for you have sinned.

Father, forgive the father, for he has done much worse.

Priest!Geto has his favorites. Among the rich mindless aristocrats that give him money whenever he tells them what they want to hear is this young girl.

Daughter of one of his richest aristocrats, she's supposed to be a good girl like the rest of her family. If only they knew.

“I did it again.” You confessed your head low. You feared raising it would meet the eyes of a disappointed god; really, your head bent under the haunting guilt of your father’s eyes. They would disown you if you knew what you were doing.

It was like music to Getou’s ears. Another confession of yours. A soft hum from him urging you to elaborate. The simple sound brought heat to your core. “But it’s just never enough—not like how you do it. I….I need you to do it again.”

After a long day of lies and eating curses exorcising demons this is all he needed. He needed to hear the innocent girl's voice behind closed doors, or both doors. He didn’t speak; he let her carry on, driving herself to madness, preparing herself for him.

“Can you touch me again? Please, when I do it, it feels good but not like how you do it. Can you guide me again? I need help… God-”

It was his time to shine. “Don’t mention the Lord’s name out of your whorish mouth.” You loved his words, especially when they were harsh. Your hands start to drift downward, pressing against your clothed pussy

“What would your parents say?” He spit, your finger touches your clit, you arch your back at clothed contact. “How naughty and needy you are, being so desperate that you would rub yourself on your priest shoe.”

You do it like he said in your last confession: touch yourself till your finger is wet and panties are soaked. “How eager you were sucking my dick; did it fill you that time? During the sermon, were you wet at my voice? I saw you were rubbing your thighs together. When you excused yourself, did you go play with yourself in the bathroom?”

You responded with a low and shaky “no.” It wasn’t your lie that shocked him. It was how he underestimated how naughty you really were. Already touching yourself to his voice. You’d grown quite naughty.

“Hands off slut.” You immediately stopped your movements. How Getou wanted to pound into that temptation of yours, but he had to wait, not tonight. He’d deal with your soft lips—wash them with his cum, your hardened nipples, your unruly hand, and the truly untameable cunt of yours—another day.

Tonight he was testing your limits. “The box beneath you, take it and its package.”

Your eyes scurry around the dim wooden booth. Finding and revealing the box, you took out the device. You’ve seen it before on your computer screen; you know they use it.

“I want you to turn it on and scream for me. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll come inside your booth.” He commands. He fumbles with his robe as his hands hurry to reach his own temptation.

━━━━ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍 - the bathroom of horse racings. cheating but the guy’s an arse anyways, deepthroat, kinda rough

Everything this man knows about you was against his own will.

It was obtained from Shiu’s random ramblings when he got too drunk and talked about all the drama he knew and from the loud conversations of your fleabag of a husband with his friends during horse races.

You hear what he says about you. I mean, you’re sitting right next to him. But you stay silent and innocent with a smile on your face, waving the flag of that winning horse owned by your husband. He bet you didn’t even know its name.

Toji would admit, your husband is a bigger dirtbag than he is. That's why when you excuse yourself to a man who waves his hand at you and wink at him with a provocative smile, he follows right on like a horse being pulled by its bit.

You two don’t waste time. You have to get back to your husband, and Toji has a bet to rig. Immediately you two walk into that cramped bathroom stall; your hands are already working on pulling down his pants.

You don't even rub the bulge through the cloth. You pull it straight down and deal with the real thing. His hands find their way to your hair roots. He knows how to hold it to get a moan from you. He knows just how to pull it tight enough for your head to move.

Pulling your head up to face him, those few seconds before he ravishes you. Those few seconds of his cold eyes meeting yours almost reminding you this is all your good for. Yet this is all you ever want to do.

There's no attraction or love in any of your eyes; just lusty eyes hungry for each other. He drags your head down, smashing his cock into you. He always does this in the beginning, trying to get a dominant head start; in the end, he's the one grabbing onto your head and pushing it away due to his overstimulation.

How you love making big men beg.

His hips thrust into your mouth rapidly; he's trying to make you gag. Trying to get himself a little ego boost. He wants to be told how big he is? Sure.

He sandwiches your head between the wall and his cock, pushing the whole length into your mouth and holding it in place while you struggle until you finally gag.

Gasping for air as he pulls out the string of saliva and pre-cum, still collecting the two body parts. Your eyes meet; he's amused, but now that you’re serious, you will make him beg you.

Your mouth wraps around his cock. Sucking the life out of it. Your hand working down on it as your lips move up, twisting around his cock. You pull out, keeping eye contact; hes almost undone, forcing a tiny laugh out of you as you smear his dick on your cheek while licking it down.

Reaching his sensitive spot, as soon as your tongue reaches his balls, you both pause. He realises what you are about to do, but before he can grab your hair, your mouth begins its work on the plump skin at his crotch.

He’s immediately responding. Your hand works on his cock while your mouth fondles his sack. Rest assured, you got him groaning and begging for a break. But you didn’t stop till he blew his load out twice.

━━━━ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 - living room. oral [F!], a failed quickie, squirt on face, nanami is HUNGRY, morning seggs,

Traditionally, Nanami would say something like the bedroom. But whether he recognizes it or not

This man fucks you on the couch more times you guys have even slept on the bed together.

And it's not only the couch—sometimes against the wall, sometimes on the floor, sometimes on the fucking island counter. Just that space directly near the door and in between the kitchen. In the morning, rushing to work or later coming home exhausted and horny. He has you bent, on his shoulders, wrapped around his hip, or even standing up.

He loves how convenient it is. How easy it is coming home to see you perfectly ready for him, mindlessly watching your show. Or as he's rushing out the door, you come in barely awake, and the goodbye kiss turns slowly into something else.

Just like today.

“Ken, you said you're late…” You moan his name out. The untied tie that was supposed to be hanging off his collar has now found a way to wrap itself around your hands, preventing you from destroying his freshly styled hair; you could do that after he came back.

It was just a quickie, he said. It would be over soon. An hour in and he's still going. His mouth latching onto your lips. Not the ones screaming his name.

The ones creaming it out. He was acting as if you guys didn't fuck the night before. He raised his head for breath, his fingers still torturing the hole. “One more squirt.”

You would say he looked a mess, but let's be honest, this man is always looking good. Although there's liquid dropping off his chin and it's smeared all over his lips like gloss. All though his eyes are squinted dangerously looking at you. A reflection of his desire.

Although his mouth was watering, eager for the reward of your cum, he still looked perfect. He was crumbling undone, yet this pillar was stubborn. He remained sturdy because he knew how close you were.

Your legs started shaking; your hole was clenched and gaping as his tongue reached your clit again; like a pop of confetti, it poured out all over his face. He eagerly cleaned it off your lips, then his lips and chin while looking at you, even licking his fingers too. You thought you were finally done, but his eyes started to cast a different glow.

A predatoral one, a hungry one. Just one more, he said for the hundredth time.

━━━━ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 - his garden. lowkey exhibitionism, true form sukuna, cunnilingins, hes really abusing the ability to spawn mouths…

Sukuna had a sanctuary of some sort. A safe place in his garden where he thinks under a tree older than him.

It's an open space but reserved untouched. Urame only goes there when it's urgent; anything else can wait till he's back. And Sukuna's wives and concubines who so proudly hang around and parade the garden like it's there’s do not even pass by it.

They would take a longer route if it came to that. It wasn't secluded or anything. Trust anyone who wanted to see what was happening under the tree could see.

Anyone who didn't care much for their life could go if they wanted to go. It was a huge bonsai tree. A novelty like the creature that sat under it.

A novelty like the sight many jealous wives had to witness at the corner of their eye—a simple concubine of all things on top of Sukuna under the sacred tree.

It felt like they were witnessing a blasphemous act. A sacred patch of land being tainted and scarred by a simple common concubine. Not even his oldest wife, nor his first wife, nor any living being except Sukuna—I doubt even an ant—has walked on that land. It exudes so much of his aura. It repels any walking organism.

Now such a quiet place is filled with loud lewd sounds of your moans and hungry slurping. Sukuna lays on his back, lost in thought. You? Your fighting for your thoughts as the fog of orgasms threatens to take you.

The ample amount of pleasure driving you mad. And it came in waves. The maw on his stomach tongue lapping at your clit, each flick activates a bundle of nerves. Then he begins to suckle again. Torturing your clit by encapsing it in a vacuum.

Your whole body is twitching in pleasure.

You don’t scream his name or address him directly—no, you wouldn’t even think of distracting him from his thoughts that could result in instant dullness, as in, you would be dead before you could even see his eyes dart towards you.

You try to get off, but his lower hands are holding you down. It was a battle of strength you obviously lost. Bringing yourself chest to chest with him in defeat, maybe you could cry out of extreme pleasure in his man boobs.

It was a trap.

His hands move to your torso now, so you couldn’t sit up right any longer. You didn’t even think of it; your mind is still releasing more and more endorphins. Then you begin to feel something wet, soft yet firm, playing with your nipples. Next thing, you know your tits are being sucked and played with.

You try to get yourself up, but his hand on your torso pushes you down. There was no escape; you led yourself into this, and you would sit through it like a good girl.

━━━━ 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀 - his office. against the window, backshots, speed play, est relationship, spoiled princess, he's still a workacholic

Hirogami always stays long nights at the office. Always coming home late and leaving home early. He loves you; he loves work; why not combine the two?

At times he’d spread you on his desk; sometimes when he has a meeting at night, he'll have you under his desk. Sometimes he gets down and dirty fucking you on the floor; sometimes he’d wait, putting you on edge by warming himself inside you while he finishes the last bit of paperwork. It's something different every time.

You try and focus on the tiny people below; they were like little ants. Of course they couldn’t see you from up here. Not only was his office on the highest floor, the windows were tinted. But what was there to even see?

Tits smashed onto the glass? How your face looked when trying to control your moans, trying not to be loud? After all, his receptionist was still around, but he didn't care. His thrusts were loud, daring loud sounds from you.

You grab onto the hands digging into your hips. “Hiro~....” You moan out. He doesn’t stop; he knows you don't want him to. He knows you want him to keep going, maybe even faster, but he slows down.

Hitting deep rhythmic thrust. His eyes on yours, "Hm?” pound “I’m gonna need you to speak louder.” pound “Tell me what you need, baby.”

You groan, needing more, needing it faster. “Please- go….” he hits deep, releasing a loud moan, interrupting your begs. “You need what my love?” Before you can respond, he starts going fast. He stays at the perfect speed. “Oh~ yess,” you moan.

Then he goes faster, not allowing you to catch up; now you're begging him to go slower. And he does this back and forth playing with the speed, messing with your mind until you don't know what you’re even begging for.

Until the past, ‘perfect’ speed is now too slow but also too fast for you.

[kikiheehee]

overly love you ᢉ𐭩 (teaser)

synopsis; idol!ni-ki x engene!reader | love at first sight is such a cliché trope, but for ni-ki, it was his reality once he saw you on a fancall. now, he can’t get you out of his mind.

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From the moment he laid eyes on you during a fancall, he was in complete awe. From the way you squealed when the call finally connected, to the subconscious pout you did when it was time to say goodbye, he adored you. Yeah, ni-ki has seen plenty of pretty fans in his idol career, but you were just…different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly was so attractive about you, but now his thoughts kept drifting back to you.

When your album finally came around to sign, he wrote a little extra on his page other than just his signature.

“such a pretty girl <3

- Ni-ki “

To say you almost fainted when you saw that was an understatement.

even when he laid in his bed to try to get a well needed rest, your face would constantly reappear in his mind. So, he did what any rational person would do in this situation.

look up your first and last name on instagram.

If he thought you were pretty from the bad camera quality during the fancall, this was a whole new level. Stunning, beautiful, ethereal, just drop dead gorgeous. He didn’t hesitate clicking the follow button from his secret account.

He thought that would be the end of it, until he saw you at their concert, Barricade, to be specific. The second you both locked eyes during soundcheck it was over for him (and you). He gave you extra attention during the show, this included winks, glances over at you during speaking moments, and eye contact whenever he pulled his shirt up to reveal his abs. Obviously, you were a mess, and almost thought you were delusional until the hi-touch later that night.

Somehow, you made sure to be one of the first people there, getting front row access to the boys, seeing them up close and personal was a need, especially ni-ki after whatever just happened at the concert. You weren’t quite sure what you were expecting, but you needed something to confirm you weren’t delusional and he was indeed giving you special treatment that night.

And a confirmation you received!

As soon as ni-ki stepped out into the area, he was discreetly scanning the crowd for you, hoping you got the highest vip ticket that included barricade access and the hi-touch. And there you were. His smile when he saw you was obvious, practically rushing over.

Seeing you this up close was quite literally a dream of his, and he’s more than satisfied his dream came true.

You felt your face instantly heat up as you looked into his eyes, the chemistry was undeniable. You handed him a printed photo of your favorite picture of him and he took no time to sign it, leaning into you ear just to say, “long time no see my pretty girl”, and you wanted to jump on him right then and there.

“you remember me?” you asked him before he slipped away from your vicinity

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

Later that night, after you got out of the shower and sunk under the covers, you took one last look at the autographed picture, only to notice something you didn’t before

“I’ve been waiting for you, text me at this number pretty (010-1209-2005)

- love, ni-ki <3”

And that was only the beginning.

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[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea: The Good Luck Charm

Wes goes to Gotham for a regular vacation, except he somehow has proof of Danny being Phantom. After years of threatening to expose him, Danny thinks he will do it in the big city now that they have graduated, so he follows after Wes, intending to foil his plan.

The redhead has no idea, as he has gotten over his desire to connect the two and is planning on enjoying his year gap before he suffers through college. He came to Gotham for the history stuff since he adored that subject.

He plans on seeing all the famous landmarks and even the minor ones that are only important to Gotham. Sure, he's heard of the crime rates, but as a sheltered boy from a small town whose only crime is paranormal-related, Wes thinks the tales are exaggerated.

Danny tells his parents and friends that he will do some soul-searching and take a spiritual retreat instead of going to College or getting a job for a while.

He does not want to worry them about Wes's proof in case he is exposed and the GIW attempts to arrest them for sheltering him. They hear that Wes is also going to Gotham briefly and assume Danny's random awareness of the redhead is due to an unresolved crush.

They let him shift into Phantom and fly after Wes' plane, shaking their heads at the love-struck fool.

While in Gotham, he attracts the attention of the Bats, who have no idea why a being of such power and long history (due to his time travel chase of Vlad, his existence was recorded, and of course, the Bats found it) is following around this random tourist who, for all intentions, is just sightseeing.

The more they watch Phantom, the more they realize that Phantom is somehow neutralizing the Gotham curse because Wes is far too lucky in this shit show city. The kid hasn't been mugged once and hasn't been caught up in rouge attacks. In fact, whenever he walks around the city, everything always seems to work out for him.

Bruce witnessed him literally drop his wallet only for it to be picked up by a crow who then dropped it on a bus, which drove it down the street until the wind flung it off the bus's roof, where it landed on the top of a hotdog cart umbrella. When Wes stopped for a chili cheese dog, it slid off the umbrella and fell right in his hand after he felt his pockets looking for it.

Phantom was watching him from alley entrance, tracking the wallet's path as Bruce was on the roof watching the two strangers with a mildly mystified expression.

Phantom's good luck wasn't limited to Wes, as anyone the redhead stood close to gained some positive karma. Once, while he was riding the historical train, a couple sitting behind him had been the random winners of a sweepstake. The middle-aged man in front of him got a call from his doctor, happily telling him they had found a match for organ translation, and the single mother struggling with her kids had been selected by the train staff for a completely free VIP package that she was able to later sell to keep her from being evicted.

All that from an hour-long ride near Wes Weston and the invisible ghost floating above him—the Bats used specialized goggles that allowed them to see the outline of Phantom.

The Bats want Wes to stay so Phantom's good luck can linger around the city. He's somehow cleaning up crime in the short two weeks he's been here, more than they ever could in the many years they've been attempting to stop crime.

[kurokawaia]

RIGHT HERE 彡 Izana Kurokawa

WC; 1.3k+ | !MDNI! 18+ | TW/CW :: tenjiku! izana, x fem! reader, afab, reader is wearing a skirt, club setting, alcohol, suggestive, izana is quite handsy, pet names 'mahal' 'princess' 'baby', voyeurism?? hickies, readers first time in receiving a hickey, reader is timid and shy, possessiveness mention + more

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 :: it's your first time relationship with Izana, you know that he's relatively experienced, and he knows that you are not. Despite Izana being quite the dominant person, he's taking it slow with you. However, you should've kept your mouth shut and waited until the two of you were home.

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You've been here for a couple hours and Izana hasn't pressured you to do a single thing in the club. He knows that it's a dangerous place to be in when you're a woman, and being as sweet and pretty as you, he is not going to leave your side.

Izana doesn't mind staying seated with you on the red velvet longue because your all tucked up against him, his arm over your shoulder while he holds a glass of whiskey on the other. It's not hot or stuffy in here, in fact, it's quite chilly due to the air-con blasting on full, so Izana as donned his leather jacket around your shoulders.

The other members of Tenjiku where everywhere, on the dance floor, directly at the bar or flirting with the waitresses. The only people who weren't, were you and Izana who were watching from the VIP floor upstairs, along with Kakucho who was sitting on the couch horizontal from us to the side.

Kakucho wasn't really paying attention, he was quite engrossed on his phone. You wondered how he even got into the club, due to how he was fourteen going on fifteen, but Izana is quite influential and he follows Izana around everywhere.

However, you weren't paying attention to anything apart from Izana and the sensual music being blasted through the speakers. Your right leg was placed over Izana's left while his arm tightens around your shoulder and you sigh in contentment.

You know that Izana is possessive of you and his actions show that, he makes sure everybody knows who you belong to, so you'll always be safe. Although, there's been a thought running through your head the entire night, you'll nibble on your glosses bottom lip while fiddling with the hem of your short skirt.

Of course, Izana noticed the moment you started doing it, but he didn't want to pry you too much, simply just engaging in normal conversation with you. But, now? he really wants to know, you've been like this for hours and it's really riling him up.

He's motived how your cheeks flushed whenever you looked up directly up at him while speaking and he knows you have something you want to say, something dirty.

"What's with you, mahal? You've been acting strange all night," Izana hums after drinking the last of the whiskey in the crystal glass before he places it down on the table, his head moving to face yours.

You shake your head quickly, placing a hand on his exposed chest as your curl over into him and you instantly regret doing that because his toned upper body looks really good. Especially in a button down black shirt which was buttoned down quite a bit.

"It’s nothing! I’m fine," you protest with a gentle smile.

Izana lets a smirk cross his lips as his hand squeezes your waist every now and then, his purple iris' glint in satisfaction when he sees you beginning to unravel. "You're a terrible liar, mahal. Spill it."

You take a deep breath while gazing down, looking away from him. "It’s just... there’s something I want to ask, but it’s kind of... embarrassing."

"Oh? Embarrassing?" he teases, lips grazing just below your ear and your heart begins to pound in your chest. "You've really got me curious now."

"It’s not a big deal or anything! I just thought... maybe you could—" you stop mid-sentence, you bury your face into the side of his chest. "Never mind, it’s stupid."

Izana leans back into the soft velvet, and he cups your chin, amusement is evident on his face, specifically his lips, he is enjoying this. "Don't do that, baby. Tell me. Whatever it is, I promise I won't laugh."

But the way he said he wouldn't laugh made you believe otherwise. "I was wondering if... if you could... give me a hickey."

Izana blinks in shock for a few moments, you've never been this forward with him, it's always Izana guessing what you want and 10 times out of 10 he is correct. However, this was a shock to him.

"A hickey, huh?" he replies, his voice low as he whispers sensually in your ear. "So... that's what's been going through that pretty head of yours."

"I just thought it might be... I mean, I trust you, and... I’ve never had one before," you stumble over your words, trying to keep your composure but the way you are pressed so tightly against him and how hot is breath is to your skin... "But if you think it’s dumb, I—"

Izana cuts you off with a soft chuckle, his hand tilting your chin up so you can meet his gaze. "You think I’d let you ask me something like that and call it dumb?" his voice still in that teasing tone. "If you want one, mahal, I’ll make sure you never forget it."

"R-Right here?" you ask in disbelief. "Maybe we should wait until we get-"

You cut yourself off when you see the look in Izana's eyes, primal and need. It makes sense, this will be the most he has ever done with you and he's going feral, he's going to mark you up, everyone will know who you belong to and that you're taken.

A shaky breath leaves your mouth while butterflies stir in your tummy and lower abdomen. He's sitting there studying every square inch of your body, purple eyes gazing over your neck, your flushed cheeks.

Izana's fingers lightly trace your jawline, sending shivers throughout your body. This did nothing to quench the arousal you felt pooling in your underwear.

"You're so nervous, mahal," he coos in a low voice, his thumb playing with your bottom lip. "You asked for this, didn't you?"

You nod, your breath hitching as he leans closer, his warm breath fanning against your neck. He chuckles softly, and the sound is smooth.

Izana's lips touch your below your ear trailing to the dip of your neck before slowly trailing back up and you knew he could feel your heart pounding beneath your flesh. And he could, he was resisting the urge to take you right there and then on the couch, but he couldn't, he's promised himself to take it slow, just for you.

"Relax," he hums. "I'll take care of you, mahal."

He presses his lips against the side of your neck, soft at first, leaving a trail of kisses as he searches for the perfect spot. When he finds it—you whimper—just below your ear—he smirks against your skin before pressing harder, his lips tugging gently as his teeth graze the surface.

The sensation makes you gasp, you breath so heavily in his ear, whimpers mingling in, your hands instinctively gripping the fabric of his shirt.

Izana’s grin widens, his voice dropping to a whisper. "That’s it. Just stay still for me, mahal."

He works slowly, almost lazily, his lips and tongue leaving warmth and a faint ache that makes your head spin. He pulls back briefly, his eyes flicking to the mark before he leans in kissing your neck around the red mark gently while squeezing your thigh.

Your cheeks are flushed red and your heart continues to beat fast, not slowing down. Izana cups your jaw, tilting your chin up so you meet his gaze.

"Perfect. Now you have something to show off that your mine" he murmurs before his eyes flutter shut and place a kiss to your lips, pulling away he smirks gently.

You can’t meet his gaze, your face burning, and he chuckles, pulling you closer so you’re tucked against his chest.

"You’re cute when you’re flustered, you know that?" Izana chuckles. A few moments pass before he begins to stroke your hair down and he leans his head down to your ear. "But don’t get shy now, mahal. I’m not done with you yet. I'm thinking about all the things I'm going to say to you, what I'm going to do to you when we get home."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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that last sentence was a chase atlantic reference to their song triggered, if any of you cared to know...