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bluelovestoship · 9 hours ago

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Huntrix x reader, where huntrix is as needy as your cat, especially when Reader is busy

Tags: Huntrix x Reader, Musican!Reader

WC: 1500

You were behind schedule, to put it mildly. A backlog of work, a deadline that was closing in fast. Too much work and not enough hours to do it in.

The recording room floor was littered in loose paper. Some blank, some filled with notes that were scribbled out. And you, seated in the middle of it, guitar in your lap, keyboards off to the side, a broken drumstick at your foot, broken after you snapped it in a fit of frustration, as you struggled to piece together a song based on lyrics and a very vague beat that your girls wanted to use.

Nothing you played was working, nothing you tried fit. And you only had a week before they were supposed to start recording.

So, you know; no pressure.

You didn't hear the door opening. You didn't hear the quiet footsteps approaching. Didn't realize you weren't alone anymore until Zoey collapsed against your back.

"I'm hungry. Do you wanna get some lunch together?" she asked, propping her chin up on your shoulder. “There’s that new café that opened up; I was thinking we could go check it out.”

You shifted your hold and adjusted your grip on the guitar before trying a new string of notes. It was harder to play with her clinging to you as she was.

"I'm a bit busy so I'll pass. But thank you for the offer."

Zoey whined, and you turned your head to give her a kiss on the temple as a means of apology. "Go check with Rumi or Mira,” you suggested, “maybe one of them can go with you."

She pouted, arms wrapping tighter around you, “But I wanted to have lunch with you.”

“Next time, promise. I just don’t have the time right now.”

Still, Zoey did not let go, she let out another whine, pressing her face deeper into your shoulder. Your arm didn’t have enough room to glide up and down your guitars neck while playing when she held you like this.

“Zoey.”

“Hmm?”

“Zoey, I need you to let go.”

“Don’t want to,” Zoey countered, and hugged you even tighter as a point of defiance.

Great.

Sighing, you put your guitar down with careful care. Then with an efficiency that only came from experience, you had hoisted Zoey into your arms and were carrying her out of the room depositing her into the hall.

Stepping back into the recording room, you made sure to lock the door before returning to your guitar.

You could hear Zoey complaining on the other side about how you were being a cold and cruel partner for this, but tuned her out. You still had a song to craft, and Zoey’s distractions weren’t going to help you.

It took a few hours, maybe more than a few. It was getting to be evening when you finally decided to step away from your instruments for just a brief moment. Just long enough for you to stretch your legs and clear your head. You couldn’t afford a longer break.

At least you had made some progress in the song since Zoey left. You had a potential melody figured out with the guitar and keyboard, now you just had to figure out the rest of the song and you could finally be done.

It was as you were walking back from the kitchen—water bottle in one hand, granola bar in the other, and a second, half-unwrapped granola bar, in your mouth—when you found Rumi and Mira.

They were in the main room, the smell of snacks wafting through the air as the TV hummed. The two were seated comfortably on the couch, dressed in their pajamas, a blanket thrown over their laps, and Rumi already nestled comfortably into Mira’s side, using her shoulder as a pillow.

“Hey! Great timing,” Mira held up her free arm to call you over, grinning eagerly. “We were just about to start up a movie. You should join us.”

You could see the movie case on the coffee table, some horror film that had been released recently. Mira’s favorite genre, partly for the thrill of the film, and largely because the rest of you would end up clinging to her through it.

Normally, you’d agree. Even if you didn’t like the movie, it was the perfect excuse to just cuddle with your girlfriends.

“Next time,” you said instead.

Rumi sat up when you said that, turning to face you fully with her face scrunched up in the most adorable look of confusion. “What—but you never miss out on movie night,” she said, followed by Mira’s more incredulous; “Seriously? You’re not joining?”

All you could offer was a shrug, “Too much work to do right now.”

“You’ve been working all day,” Rumi complained, giving you her best puppy dog eyes.

“And I’ve more work still to do, instrumentations not gonna write itself,” you countered. It was their fault for wanting to drop a new song on barely any notice. “But you two have fun, and do tell me how the movie went.”

Mira wasn’t having any of that. “We wouldn’t need to tell you if you joined us,” she countered, already shifting on the couch to make room and gesturing to the open space on her other side. “It’s even on the shorter end for a horror movie. You’ll still have plenty of time to work after.”

So she says, but you knew how it would go.

Movie nights never ended when the movie ended. You three would just stay cuddling on the couch, chatting and kissing until someone fell asleep, and once someone was sleeping—well, there was no leaving the couch anymore at that point.

Under normal circumstances? Hell yeah. Kisses, snuggles, sleeping curled up in each others arms? That's the dream come true. It was a fairly tempting offer.

But right now?

You wouldn’t be able to get back to work until morning if you joined them..

“Next time,” you said again, ignoring their complaints as you went on, returning to the recording room.

Your mistake, as it were, was that you forgot to lock the door again when you returned.

It was well into the night, and you had made very little progress since returning.

None of the notes were aligning the way you wanted, none of the harmonies were working. You would listen to the vocal sample the girls had given you of their new song, and you couldn’t find an instrument combination that felt right. Even the melody you had been so proud of earlier sounded like garbage now!

You groaned, ready to throw your guitar across the room as you tried to play along to the sound of Rumi’s singing through your headphones.

“Sounds like someone is getting a little grumpy.”

You jumped when Zoey’s breath hit your ear, her arms wrapping around you and her chin resting on your shoulder just as it had earlier that day. She was grinning, pleased as could be, as she nuzzled against you.

“You’ve been working too hard.”

turning around as best you could, you found Mira and Rumi were standing behind you in the room.

You tried to shrug Zoey off, but she just held on tighter. “Yeah, well, music is hard. You should know that.”

Circling around you, Mira carefully pried your guitar from your hands, bringing it over it it’s stand against the wall. Not even seconds later, Rumi was slipping between your now empty arms, making herself comfortable on your lap as she curled into your chest.

“You’ve been locked up in here all day,” Rumi complained.

“Yeah, you really need a break,” Mira agreed as she walked back over to the group, taking a seat on the floor at your other side, one hand raised to start playing with your hair and pulling you against her.

You tried to pull away, but the three had you securely sandwiched between them, making it impossible to escape. “Come on, I have a deadline to meet."

Having none of that, Rumi cupped your face in her hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, slowly dragging kisses across every inch of your face before bringing you into a slow kiss on the mouth.

“You also have three girlfriends who aren’t happy to be ignored,” she reminded when she pulled back, a dangerous undercurrent to her words followed by a nip to your lower lip that pulled a whimper from you.

“It’s not nice of you to ignore us,” Zoey agreed, tilting her head to press a kiss to your neck. Then another, and another, leaving you trembling each time her lips brushed the tender flesh.

Mira’s fingers were already slipping under your shirt, nails tracing your stomach, slipping further to run along your ribs. “Not nice at all,” she echoed, a smirk to her voice when she heard your breath hitch. "The deadlines can wait.”

"But-"

Rumi shushed you with another kiss.

It was very clear you weren’t going to be getting any more of that song worked on tonight.

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bluelovestoship · 9 hours ago

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I was just thinking about my odypendio au, specifically about how i see them walking around new places.

Penelope and Odysseus CAN’T stay sill for a second. They walk fast because they want to see every detail of the city, they stop by every stall they see and each little local shop.

Diomede (who would just like to go for a walk in peace) look at them happily thinking he got the best boyfriend and girlfriend in the world. He also loves to listen to them yapping.

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bluelovestoship · 23 hours ago

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Yandere polytrix x pregnant reader

But here's the twist,Darling is with them willingly and loves the girls

One day the girls come back home and don't see her and found out the positive pregnancy test and while they freak out they hear her get back but from the back door and see her in the kitchen storing in the refrigerator some of her cravings (like fruits and cheese or chocolate) or eating ice cream

When she see them,darling smile guilty "sorry for scared You,but I was craving for sweets,I wanted to tell you three in a better manner,do you like the surprise?"

The front door swung open and the girls stepped in together, tired from rehearsal but already looking forward to collapsing around you on the couch.

“Darling?” Zoey called. Silence answered her back.

Rumi frowned, her leader instincts kicking in. “She always greets us…”

Mira’s sharp eyes swept the room, landing on the little white stick left carelessly on the coffee table. Her breath hitched, color rushing into her cheeks. “Oh my god.”

Zoey blinked, leaning over. “Is that—no way—”

Rumi picked it up with trembling hands. The positive sign glared back at them. For a second, none of them breathed. Their darling… carrying their child.

Mira’s voice wavered between a laugh and a sob. “She’s pregnant? With our baby?”

The three of them spiraled instantly, voices overlapping. The dread now fully sinking into each and every one of them. “What if she ran because she was scared—” “Did we pressure her somehow—” “No, no, she loves us—she does, right—”

The sound of the back door clicking open froze them in place. They turned as one.

There you were, humming softly as you walked in with a small grocery bag, not noticing them yet. You set it on the counter and pulled out a box of strawberries, a block of cheese, and two different kinds of chocolate bars. With a guilty little smile, you opened the freezer and slipped in a pint of ice cream.

When you finally looked up, three pairs of wide, glassy eyes were staring at you. You froze mid-bite of strawberry.

“...Oh,” you said softly, sheepish. “Sorry for scaring you. I just… I was craving sweets.”

Their throats worked in unison, as if they’d all forgotten how to speak.

You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and stepped toward them, voice warm with affection. “I wanted to tell you in a better way, with candles or something romantic, but… do you like the surprise?”

For a beat, the girls didn’t move. Then Zoey was rushing forward, cupping your cheeks and kissing your forehead with trembling lips. “Like it? Darling, it’s the best surprise you could ever give us.”

Mira pressed her forehead to your shoulder, clinging to you as if you might disappear. “You scared us half to death… but I’ve never been happier.”

Rumi wrapped her arms around all three of you at once, eyes wet but smiling like the sun. “You’re ours. Our darling… our family. Always.”

You laughed softly, a sound that soothed their frenzied hearts, and leaned into their embrace. “Always.”

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bluelovestoship · 23 hours ago

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Ok so I don't know how requests go but if you're willing I'd like to request 1 if that's ok? You know how kpop idols especially the female groups cover each other when there's about to be or is already a wardrobe malfunction by throwing jackets over em/stepping in front of em to offer cover etc glaring at the photo/videographers for attempting to get creepshots when they're sitting in dresses n such? I'd like a fic of Polytrix x Reader where reader's the one getting covered/protected by them since shes the only 1 wearing dresses/skirts w the 3 of em covering her in their own ways, during interviews/signings etc. Rumi's draping jackets/carrying blankets to offer cover, Mira's body blocking creepshots and deadpan glaring at everyone, and Zoey's just being feral for her snatching/smashing phones/cameras for attempting creepshots, adjusting her clothes maybe sitting in her lap. I think it'd be really cute 🥰 especially if every time they help her whether reader notices att or not she's giving em a kiss for being so sweet n helpful cuz those are her gfs

You’d never really noticed how much trouble skirts and dresses caused until you started dating three idols who took protecting you way too seriously. Huntrix had their sharp eyes on the audience, cameras, and interviewers—but when it came to you, they turned into hawks.

It started at a music show taping. You were sitting front row, legs crossed in your favorite sundress. You didn’t notice the guy a few seats down trying to angle his phone your way—but Mira did. She was up on stage, and yet the moment her eyes narrowed, you knew something was wrong. By the time she walked off for the group’s break, she was at your side, silently stepping between you and the creep, her back straight like a wall. Her expression was flat, unimpressed, and when she glanced over her shoulder, the guy flinched like he’d been hit.

You blinked up at her, confused. “Mira?” “Don’t worry about it.” She didn’t elaborate, just kept herself angled in front of you like a human shield until security moved the man.

When you kissed her cheek after, whispering, “My hero,” Mira pretended not to care—but the tips of her ears turned red.

Rumi was subtler. She carried jackets, blankets, even merch towels wherever she went, and you always thought it was just her being the responsible leader. Until a signing event, when you bent to sign a fan’s album and the neckline of your dress dipped just slightly. Before you could even react, Rumi was draping her oversized jacket over your shoulders. She smiled at the fan like nothing had happened, but her hand squeezed your knee under the table—gentle, protective, grounding.

“Comfy?” she asked softly. You grinned. “Very. But you know I’d still rather wear your jacket because it smells like you, right?” That earned you the sweetest, flustered laugh, and when you kissed her temple as a thank you, she melted completely.

Zoey, on the other hand, had no chill. She didn’t wait for creeps to be escorted out—she escorted them herself. At another fan event, someone lifted their phone at just the wrong angle, aiming beneath the table. You didn’t even have time to react before Zoey’s hand shot out, snatching the phone so fast it nearly blurred. She smashed it down on the table, hard enough to make the person jolt, her voice low and lethal.

“You try that again, you’re leaving in pieces. Got it?”

Security dragged the fan out, but Zoey was still vibrating with fury when she dropped into the chair beside you, tugging at the hem of your skirt to straighten it and then—without asking—pulling you into her lap.

“You’re safest here,” she muttered, glaring at anyone who dared look your way.

You giggled, cupping her cheeks. “Zoey, you’re absolutely insane.” “And you love it,” she smirked, right before you pressed a kiss to her lips.

It became routine after that. Rumi quietly placing a blanket over your lap during interviews. Mira body-blocking any camera at a bad angle. Zoey growling at reporters and tugging you into her space like a dragon guarding treasure. Sometimes you noticed, sometimes you didn’t. But every time you did, you rewarded them the same way—with a kiss. On their cheek, their jaw, their lips.

And without fail, each of them softened instantly, protective edges melting away because you were theirs, and that was all that mattered.

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bluelovestoship · 1 day ago

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Hi, I could request a Rumi x female reader. There's a mating season for demons, but Rumi doesn't know that because of the whole thing where she's just accepting her demon half. Then she starts acting weird (taking the reader's things to her room, letting out little grunts when one of the girls hugs you, moaning when you go back to your apartment and leave her, just general stuff like that). So Mira and Zoey decide to visit Celina to find out what's happening to Rumi. Since the reader is her girlfriend, they need someone to stay with Rumi to take care of her, and who better than her girlfriend to do it? 😂 Well, basically, Rumi gives in to her reproductive instincts and fucks the reader all day. And when the girls return, informed that Rumi is just too horny and territorial, they find the girl looking like her soul has been sucked out, flaccid, tired, and covered in love marks 😂 And Rumi is happy as she purrs beside her. It would be interesting if it were Rumi g!p, but only if you feel comfortable 😅 If not, then Rumi is normal.

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bluelovestoship · 1 day ago

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Rumi x Reader who is a half vampire, part of a hellsing like organisation as their secret weapon. Reader was investigating a vampire attack on a huntrix concert - during which reader has to pretend that they are a superfan back stage, all the while not knowing a bloody song because 'what the fuck is k pop?' Is the extent of their knowledge of Huntrix.

A Lil meet cute where both sides try to not act suspicious despite sensing something is off and trying to figure out if the other is a vampire/demon while being kind to the pop star/VIP guest

Fake It Till You Make It

ngl; I've very surface level knowledge of Hellsing that stems from two jokes from TFS Hellsing and one episode of the actual show I watched six years ago. So this was actually kinda hard to write.

Tags: Rumi x Reader, Dhampire!Reader, Awkward First Meet.

This is just two Idiots Trying To Sus The Other Out. Started out writing this trying to make this far more serious, ended up becoming silly.

WC: 2500

So… This was not at all how the mission was supposed to go, you could admit that. Your handlers were not going to be happy at all.

You were supposed to be tracking down a vampire.

After all; you were the organizations best weapon against them—fitting, considering you were half-one yourself. You had their strengths, but not their weaknesses. Could track one by its scent, could hold your own in a battle of brute strength. And so when there were monsters lurking, the organization opened your cage door and sent you on the hunt.

That was the whole reason you were here.

Your team had already caught two of the vampires that were attacking concert go-ers, but the third had slipped away—and you their faithful bloodhound, had been trying to track it in the maze that was beneath the stadium itself.

In and out, kill a vampire, return to your handler, return to base. Simple. Straightforward. Very much what you were not doing—

“Astro held their kickoff concert here for their last tour,” Rumi said suddenly.

Who the heck was Astro? You thought in return, before realizing she was looking at the poster you had been staring at.

Still no idea who Astro was, but you could infer they were probably another band. “They’re pretty good,” you said, forcing yourself to smile. “Not as good as your group is.” Her group. Huntr/x, apparently? She mentioned Huntr/x, said it in a way like that was supposed to mean something.

Rumi nodded back, her own smile tight as she continued to stand across from you, "Aw, that is so sweet of you to say, thank you."

And then...back to waiting for a ‘Zoey, Rumi, and Bobby’ to join in awkward silence.

You had no idea how you got yourself into this mess.

Actually, no. That's a lie. You knew exactly how you got here.

You had been following a scent. It wasn't human. You thought it might have been the vampire you were trying to find. Following it deep beneath the stage, doing everything to blend in with the shadows as you slipped past technicians and security, following it to a seemingly empty room.

Except it wasn't empty.

That is where the woman cornered you, demanding to know who you were and why you were there.

Now, there was a solid fifty-percent chance that Rumi was the vampire you were looking for. Her scent was distinctively not human, and there was a way she moved, how she watched you, that reminded you of a predator. That made you think that maybe she could recognize the abomination that you were—

But she didn’t smell of earth and blood like a true vampire would.

Which meant that there was still a very real possibility that despite the alarm bells in your head, she was only human.

Meaning you couldn’t come out and attack her, or else you run risk of exposing yourself. Or worse. If the organization caught wind that you’d harmed a human—even if under the belief she were not one—then you’d be put down like a rabid dog.

So you had to play it cool. Pretend that you belonged here. Pretend that you weren’t some half-breed monster hunting another monster. So you told her a lie. And then another lie. And then another.

Now here you were, waiting in this claustrophobic room for the rest of her group, because she was under the impression you were a mega Huntr/x fan who’d gotten VIP access to meet the girls.

You didn’t know what Huntr/x was. If she started quizzing you on the music, you were so fucking cooked.

But you still weren’t entirely convinced this ‘Rumi’ was who she said she was, which meant you had an obligation to keep your eye on her.

Right?

She might be what she says; some singer doing a show here. OR she might be the vampire you were hunting, and if you just walked away, she might hurt someone. So you had to stay with her, had to smiling and pretending you knew anything she was talking about.

Unbeknownst to you, Rumi was having the same crisis as you were.

She had felt something was off since the concert began. Her nerves on edge, a wrongness in the air that Zoey and Mira didn’t seem to notice. It wasn’t too dissimilar to the feeling she would get when a demon was near, a coldness that surged through her patterns.

Yet the Honmoon hadn’t so much as trembled. Even so, the feeling wouldn’t go away.

So the first opportunity Rumi had gotten once they went down below after the show? She slipped away.

She had to find the source of this unease. Had a demon infiltrated the concert? It had to be that, right? So she kept searching, and searching.

Until she found you.

You looked perfectly normal, perfectly human. But your very presence had her on edge, had her fighting to not bare her teeth and go on the offensive.

But—no patterns.

Your arms were completely bared, and she couldn’t see any patterns no matter how hard she stared.

That should mean you were a human.

But Rumi couldn’t shake that you weren’t.

Maybe you were just far better at hiding your patterns than any of the demons she had come across thus far were. That had to be it, right?

But just as how you couldn’t attack her on the chance that she was just a human being, Rumi couldn’t summon her sainchamsageom and attack you on the risk that you were human.

All they could do was wait. Wait for the other to slip up.

It was perhaps the tensest, awkwardest standoff either had ever been in.

“So,” Rumi began after a prolonged period of silence—which was odd in it’s own case. She’s had met plenty of superfans in the past. None had ever been as quiet as you were. Now that could mean you were just shy, didn't know what to say to a celebrity and just clammed up. Nut she didn’t trust it.

“Are you getting hungry by chance?” Hungry for souls perhaps???

You had perked up when she said that, and had to force yourself to keep your voice casual.

“A little,” you said just as carefully. “What about you? Do you…have any favorite foods or drinks?” Perhaps blood? Does she have a taste for human blood? She looked like someone who would drink blood.

Rumi almost scoffed. Does she have any favorite foods? A true self-proclaimed 'superfan' would have known that from how often it was asked on interviews or at events! “I like kimbap. But I’m also partial to miyeok-guk. And yourself?”

You nodded along as she said that. A dish that was notoriously high in iron? What other iron-rich ‘foods’ might she be interested in? “I’m on a bit of a diet, to be honest,” the kind of diet that included starvation as control tactics. But that still counted. Probably. The organization believed that it made you more ‘efficient’ in hunting vampires. “I like meat, not too picky, so long as it’s rare.”

Rumi nodded back to you. The tense silence returned.

Results of the Food Question? Inconclusive for both. Levels of suspicion? Still high, with reasonable doubt.

You glanced to the clock on the wall; it had already been ten minutes of just them in the room. How long could Rumi keep you here, stall for time before you realized that Mira and Zoey weren’t coming, that they didn’t know you were here? You were bound to start getting suspicious sooner or later.

She just had to keep you occupied, then. Keep being polite, get to know you, wait for you to slip up seal your fate.

“So, when did become a fan of us?” Rumi asked, an innocent and common enough question, a type she asked often at the meet and greet events. It should be easy for a fan to answer.

Which meant it was anything but for you.

Because wow. Shit. That was the line of questioning you were hoping to not pop up. How to answer…how to answer…

You smiled at her, hoping it didn’t look as pained as it felt. “Not that long ago actually,” About when you came up with the stupid lie. “I just heard you guys one day and bam, been a fan since.”

Rumi nodded along. A likely story. “If you don't mind me asking, what's your favorite song?"

Did you have any favorite songs of theirs? You didn’t even know what their music was! But you couldn’t tell her that. “Well, that’s kind of a loaded question. Your music is all so great that it’s just…so hard to pick one…” you tried to play it off as you glanced past her, desperate to find something, anything that could he—there!

A poster just behind her.

A Huntr/x poster.

And there on the poster? What you think, hoped, prayed were songs.

“If I had to pick… ‘How it’s Done,’” you told her with a slight strained laugh. “It’s just… the music is so well done and—I can’t even find the words to explain how much I love it.”

It sounded reasonable, and yet... You looked so nervous when Rumi brought up the question of music, too. Why would a fan be so scared to talk about Huntry/x’s music?

They wouldn’t.

Another moment of them trying to gage the other through forced smiles.

“Is this your first time at a Huntrix concert?”

“Yeah, first time going to any concert, really. I was really excited for it, it's been an experience," and that? Not really a lie. "Are the others going to be here soon?”

“Oh, probably. They had some things they needed to sort out first," Rumi said vaguely, waving off your concern. “While we wait…maybe you can tell me about yourself?”

Well that was a loaded question.

If she were a human, nothing you said was going to make sense and she’d probably think you were crazy. But…

Your eyes narrowed.

If Rumi were a vampire, like you suspected, then this might get her to trip up. This could be your chance.

So, you just tell her about what your life was like, but keep it vague enough to not set off alarm bells for a human. Easy enough…maybe…?

No, not maybe, yes! It was easy!

“Well,” you began, leaning back a bit. “I come from something of a, er…controlling household. Big family, lots of members,” like a coven, one could say. “The head of our household? Kind of a prickly person, a bit mean.”

Rumi nodded as you spoke. Controlling household? Made sense; Gwi-Ma controlled the demons, and she could definitely believe that he were a mean, prickly person. But—what you said also didn’t necessarily mean demons. “Controlling how?” she asked innocently.

Oh, you know. Keeping you in chains and cages when not on missions because they would never fully trust you. Treating you like you were lesser because of what you were. Making you feel like your very existence was some shameful mistake.

The usual.

“He’s very bossy. Not really allowed to go anywhere without his permission,” because why would the head of a vampire-hunting organization ever let their half-vampire just wander freely, hm? “He’s also very particular about diets. Particularly that they are red and rich.”

A particular diet? You were so obviously talking about souls! Souls from the rich, perhaps? Did the social status even effect souls flavor? Did souls have flavor?

“I can understand having a leash on you,” she said without thinking, and then quickly added on, “But… that’s just how it is in entertainment. For our safety we need to be careful of what we do and where we go.”

More than that, Celine was also rather particular about things. Tour locations were carefully chosen in regard to the Honmoon. The things she could do, the people she could talk to? Often limited by both her status as an idol, and the need to hide her patterns.

“Kind of sucks, doesn’t it?” you asked her. “It’s all ‘I know best. You do what I say,’ like damn, I don’t even like doing the stuff he makes me do.” A play at empathy, or your genuine thoughts? You weren’t even sure yourself.

But Rumi had perked up at that, so whatever it was, it had worked. “You don’t?” she asked you. Because, wait. You don’t like doing what Gwi-Ma tells you? That was a first. She’s never heard of a demon outright saying they didn’t like doing what he told them to. If you were lying, which you probably were, then she could just ignore it.

And yet; if you were being honest… that could change things.

“Of course not! The kind of work he puts me through is just so…messy,” you shuddered. It was necessary work, but the violence and gore could be…eugh. “I can promise you that if I had a choice in things, I’d be living in like, I dunno, a seaside cottage rather than all of this. Self-sufficient, living off the land. type stuff.”

“A seaside cottage… well that’d be something,” Rumi’s mouth twitched into a genuine smile at the mental image of a demon living a hermits life.

You grinned back at her, feeling yourself start to relax for the first time since this horrible experience began. If you didn't know better, you'd say the two of you starting to bond.

“What about you?” you asked. “If you didn’t have your leash. What would you do?”

That took Rumi by surprise “Oh, um,” she had never actually thought of what she might do if there wasn’t the Honmoon or demons. “I do enjoy what I do, the music, being able to make something that connects people, I’d keep doing that even if I didn’t have my ‘leash’.”

That sounded nice, actually.

“Is that why—” why you got into music in the first place, to connect people. You were cut off before you could even ask.

In your pocket your phone vibrated, bringing with it a cold sense of dread.

[Target neutralized. Return to the rendezvous point for extraction.]

Huh… that meant that Rumi wasn’t the vampire they were hunting.

Except… you still weren’t convinced she wasn’t a vampire

(And Rumi? Still a coin flip on if you were a demon for the same reasons. Except… if you were...maybe you were a good demon, maybe you were like her dad may have been; one who might have gone against Gwi-Ma…)

What to do. What to do???

“Everything okay?” Rumi asked when she noticed you had been staring at your phone for an uncomfortably long time.

You jolted, looking to her and then back to your phone. “Oh, um… that’s just my family(???) messaging me,” you said, lying through your teeth. “With the concert over they’re getting a bit impatient about leaving.”

Oh—no, no, no. “But the others haven’t even gotten here yet,” Rumi pointed out. If there was the chance that you were a demon, she couldn’t just let you leave like this. But if you weren’t; she couldn’t hold you here either. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving already.”

“If I don’t head back, one of them will probably have an aneurysm.”

“Oh, but maybe you could stay just a little longer? I mean, I’d feel terrible if you left now without having a chance to actually take advantage of that VIP pass,” Rumi attempted, and wow, she has some really compelling pleading eyes.

You felt a little bad.

Whether she was a popstar or vampire, it was probably not an ideal situation for her ‘guest’ to suddenly need to leave.

But you couldn't stay either. Staying would bring more problems.

It was stupid.

You could admit to that. But this entire leg of the mission had been weird enough as it was.

So if you impulsively gave her your phone’s number, hinting that maybe the two of you could meet up in the future, well…it wasn’t the weirdest thing to happen today.

You were only doing this to keep an eye on a possible vampire, after all. You were being responsible and doing your job. Nothing more.

And if she gave you her number in return? [for the same reasons as you, because she had a duty to watch out for demons] Well… no one had to know.

It's going to be interesting trying to explain to the others how you ended up with a popstars number.

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bluelovestoship · 1 day ago

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Rumi x Fem reader, where reader discover that she's very much not straight after Rumi's eye flashes yellow without anyone else seeing it.

Those Golden Eyes

WC: 800

For as long as you could remember, all your crushes have been of the opposite sex.

Your school years spent with posters of boy bands on your wall, journals with your current Celebrity Crush bad boy plastered all over them. Even into adulthood, you’ve only ever found yourself interested in and dated men.

So yeah, you were pretty confident that you were straight, and had yet to find yourself with a reason to ever really question that belief.

And then in comes Rumi, about to throw all of that out the window without even realizing. Without even trying.

It had started off simple enough—you were hired on as just another backup dancer for an upcoming concert, your interactions with Huntrix had been sparse, only ever during practice, and never really amounting to anything monumental.

Some brief conversations over the choreography, practice said choreography, more discussion about it, maybe practice it some more, and then go home. Unremarkable in every way. Your interaction with Rumi as unremarkable as could be.

Now, that isn’t to say you didn’t think she was pretty. You have eyes, anyone who had ever seen Rumi would be able to say that she was unbelievably beautiful. Sexuality be damned.

But Rumi hadn’t really done anything to necessarily make you stop and stare, anything that rocked the foundation of what you knew about yourself.

Until you went to the dance studio at the wrong time (Or maybe the right time?)

You had gone there early, far earlier than you needed. Determined to get a particularly difficult part of the choreography right before practice officially started. So with one earbud in, you had begun practicing.

Now you had fully expected to be alone for the next couple of hours. You weren’t expecting, thirty minutes into your set, to be stopped by an angry scream.

You were especially not expecting to see Rumi storm into the room, practically tearing the doors off their hinges with how hard she tore them open, and with how hard she slammed them shut behind her.

She screamed, long, loud, a release of who knew how much pent of anger and frustration, her hands to her head.

This was not something you were told to expect when working with Huntrix, and so all you could do was stand stock-still, watching in stunned silence as Rumi screamed, yelled, began cursing about things you weren’t able to understand.

There was something vicious, something feral about it that you didn’t…not like.

Unaware, your water bottle slipped from your hand, rolling across the floor until it hit Rumi’s foot.

She jumped, screamed, and turned to face you like she was ready to throw down, her eyes an unnaturally bright gold.

Oh.

That was…

Oh.

Rumi's arms lowered immediately one she noticed it was just you in there with her. Not a demon. Not a threat. Just you.

Just as quick, her expression twisted into that of humiliation to have been caught screaming into the void.

“I am so, so sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was in here,” Rumi started speaking, face flushed, her words falling from her mouth quickly, and in a literal blink, the yellow in her eyes was gone, and you were still standing, there completely gobsmacked, watching as she waved her arms frantically in front of her.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt with…that…” Rumi continued, her face growing redder as she desperately tried to salvage this. “You know what? I—I think I’ll just be going. Leave you to finish, I am so sorry for interrupting.”

You still couldn’t say anything as Rumi backed away, stumbling over her own feet and backing right into the door. You watched, her still rambling, as she fumbled to find the handle and tumbled out of the room, leaving you alone once again.

The door fell closed in a quiet click.

A few seconds passed before you were sliding to the ground, your hand covering your burning face. You could hear your heart thundering in your ears.

Rumi’s face, so raw in it's anger at her life, golden eyes wide, glowing in the dim dance room, flashed through your mind. Rumi was always beautiful, as already established. But in that moment?

Fuck. She had been hot.

Your face burned hotter at the realization, drawing out a low whine.

No, no, this was fine. You just needed to pull yourself together. Get some water, get some air. This was nothing to stress over.

Just a… you were surprised by how she was behaving. It had been so different from the way Rumi acted during practice That’s all. Nothing more.

You just needed to get out of here for al little bit.

So that’s what you did. You went outside, got away from the studio, tried to clear your head and put those increasingly unholy thoughts of Rumi out of your mind.

Some fresh air, some nice distractions, and your mind would settle and you would stop thinking about how she made your brain short-circuit.

It didn't work.

When practice officially began some hours later, you found yourself staring at Rumi for longer and longer periods. Your gaze would drift up to her eyes, a blush finding itself back on your face as you imagined them molten gold again, as you began imagining all that ferocity and passion you had seen in them during that brief moment directed at you.

Began imagining them darkened with want and desire and—

Oh, you had it bad.

Maybe you weren’t quite as straight as you had originally thought. Maybe you had thing for certain traits that you're just now discovering...

But; in your defense… Rumi was everyone’s type.

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bluelovestoship · 1 day ago

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Reader who figured out that Huntrix can be bribed with scritches - and uses it to their advantage by giving Scritches when Huntrix care for themselves.

It started with Zoey.

She had been locked in her room all day, claiming she needed to focus on writing songs because of how fast the ideas were flowing. Wouldn’t be a problem on its own, except you hadn’t seen her leave that room once.

Knocked on the door at noon, asking her if she wants to come get lunch? “I’ll eat in a bit!” Check on her a couple hours later asking if she wanted something to drink or snack on? “Maybe later.” And late in the evening? You know she hasn’t had anything to eat. “I’m not that hungry, I’ll grab something when I’m done.”

No, she needed a break. So you pulled her from her room and made her eat. When she had reluctantly finished, sagging against you as the exhaustion began to kick in, you had started combing your fingers through her hair, nails grazing the side of her head. The motion had her melting against you. “Good girl” you had called her without really thinking about it.

The next time she had locked herself into her room to work on lyrics with that same self-detrimental hyper-focus, you had to only ask her to come out and eat once for her to come out. She ate her lunch and then sat down right next to you, watching you expectantly for a solid minute. Before you began idly scratching her head and toying with her hair.

Next had come Mira.

You had caught her training well into the night. You understood why she was so keen to get stronger, be better: she wanted to be able to keep you and the others safe. But then her training sessions started dragging on for longer and longer, you were seeing her less and less because of it.

For crying out loud, she needed to take a break. If she kept this up she was going to end up as bad as Rumi as a workaholic!

It had taken a lot of convincing for her to step away from training for a break, thankfully she was always more amendable when it came to the bathhouse. That’s when you had offered to comb her hair, “A little reward for coming out here,” you had said innocently enough. Mira absolutely melted under your touch. And when you said that you’d do this again next time she went to the bathhouse with you, well, the rest was set in stone.

Her training sessions grew shorter and shorter each time you offered to brush her hair and each time she brushed it off, “fine, only because you seem to really like it,” as if she wasn’t the one craving your touch, until there became a silent expectation that if she finished training at a reasonable time, you’d start combing through her hair.

Rumi has been the last one to fall victim to the Pavlov effect you had created.

She was a natural workaholic, pushing herself further than she should, running herself into the ground with her need to shoulder everything. It’s little wonder that she was terrible about focusing on her own needs every now and then.

She would stay up late into the night practicing and training, and then be up at dawn for more. It wasn’t healthy. Not for a human, not for a demon. And so at two in the morning, after getting sick of how exhausted she’d been the last few days, you had taken her by the arm and dragged her into bed.

She had argued that she wasn’t tired, and you were having none of that. She was in bed, you sitting beside her to make sure she actually went to sleep. Once you began lightly scratching along her head, grazing the back of her neck or behind her ears with your nails? she would fall asleep in minutes.

It took a month of you dragging Rumi to bed before she began going on her own. Each time she did, she would stare at you in expectation, cheeks tinged pink as she would shyly ask you to scratch her head like you usual did. “It’s harder to sleep when you don’t.”

You realized the power you held over them not too long after.

If Zoey was skipping meals again because she was too absorbed in her work?

Spend a few seconds running your nails through her hair first and then ask her to eat. So long as you’d continue your touches after, then she’d have as many meals with you as you asked.

Mira wasn’t any different. As long as you promised to brush her hair after, you could get Mira to do almost anything you asked.

She’ll still acted like she’s only doing it for your sake, but you’ve got her limiting how long she trains and practices for to a far more reasonable length of time, and have her drinking more water through the day because of it.

And Rumi?

This girl is finally getting eight hours of sleep each night, and that should be considered a miracle.

All it took was you making it clear to her that you go to sleep at X time, and that you weren’t going to stay up for her. If Rumi wasn’t ready and in bed before then, she wasn’t going to get to fall asleep to you running your fingers through her hair, and that wasn’t something she could have!

It’s a dangerous power to have, you know this well. But with great power comes a great responsibility to use it to bribe your girls into better habits.

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bluelovestoship · 1 day ago

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Polytrix x fem!kumiho!reader headcanons

TW: none! Just sillies!!

✮They are obsessed with how soft and fluffy your tails and ears are, constantly running their fingers along your ears or gently passing there hands across your tails.

✮Also, if your fur is so soft your hair has to be too, obviously. They love running their fingers through the soft silken strands.

✮I know that they would do research on foxes since reader is technically part fox. While doing that research, they find out that foxes like being scratched behind their ears. They immediately go and find you to see if it works on you and, sure enough, it does. Your tails are swishing around behind you as they take turns scratching behind your ears.

✮When cuddling on cold nights, they all snuggle up to you since you're the warmest. Hot nights however... "Sorry, baby.. We love you but you're too warm right now." they're still close just not too close, it's hot enough as is.

✮I imagine that they often just stare at your face, admiring your beautiful features. If they aren't full-on staring, their occasionally glancing up at you.

✮I feel like Rumi and reader would talk about stuff like their fangs and claws, comparing just how similar they are. "Your eyes glow in the dark? Mine too!"

✮On the note of glowing eyes, I imagine there would be nights where reader and Rumi can't sleep or they get up for water and if one of the other girls came they'd just see glowing eyes staring right at them and freak out before realising that's their girlfriends.

✮Just like a fox, you're clingy and loud when with the people you feel comfortable around and honestly quite chaotic. Just having random urges to knock a mug that's too close to the edge of counter off or running around in your fox form driving the girls crazy. The second they catch you your being scolded for causing trouble, but one sad fox look and they forgive you....until you cause more chaos.

✮With reader being a fox creature, she's a natural hunter. Constantly catching birds and eating them and she even tried to eat Sussie one time, but the girls stopped her. "but I brought it for you." "...Why?" "You guys looked hungry" "That's sweet...but we don't eat pigeon..." a simple 'ok' followed by reader eating the pigeon and making the girls freak out. "Spit. It. Out!" then reader transforms into her fox form and runs around with the pigeon in her mouth while her girlfriends chase her question why they love her. <3

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@nyannyx I hope this is okay for now while I work on the fic, just some silly headcanons 😋 stay silly, byebye!! ♡

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bluelovestoship · 1 day ago

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Oh I have a plus size reader request! Can I request one where the reader is a well-known plus size cosplayer and one day the Saja Boys decides to join in on her cosplays

Plus size cosplayer!reader x Saja Boys

(Okay so generally I think the boys would react similarly so it'll be one chunk of text! Otherwise it'll get super repetitive I think. Hope you like it regardless!)

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They think your cosplaying is really cool so one day when you ask them to cosplay with you, they’re enthusiastic about it! It's their first time so be patient with them lol. They try their best to help out with creating the costumes and/or props that come with it. They end up with hot glue all over their fingers but a cool costume in return.

If management allows, they’ll go with you to a con in cosplay! They take a lot of photos with you for you to post on social media and you even do some videos too. They think it’s cute when you get recognized. Overall you have a great time! Some of The Pride is fussy about it, but overall the reaction online is good from your fans and theirs.

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bluelovestoship · 1 day ago

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Can I request a gn!Noko!Reader Fluff with Huntrix and Saja Boys? Like reader is super lucky and causes good luck to those passing by them but Huntrix/ Saja Boys don't realize that they are getting really lucky until they finally notice reader constantly around them and try to talk to Noko! Reader but Reader runs away before they get close.

(This is what reader looks like undisguised and they only make squeaky toy noises like this. If you need more info just look up Yo-kai Watch Noko)

Noko!Reader x Saja Boys & Huntrix

(hi I did have to look this up because I'd never heard of it, I wrote the it mostly with undisguised reader that’s been cornered/can’t run anymore! sorry if it's a bit repetitive or off in any way, and sorry some are shorter than others!)

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Jinu

Jinu finds you cornered by Derpy, looking afraid. He speaks to you in a calm voice, not wanting to scare you more. He ends up looking forward to your visits, and he befriends you quite quickly! You become a part of his little group of buddies.

Mystery

Mystery doesn't chase after you too much, rather he tries to stay calm as to not scare you. He befriends you gradually, after a few encounters. He likes to hold you and give you head pets.

Romance

Romance is a bit spooked by you at first. You're a snake, and those make him nervous. After he learns that you're harmless, he befriends you gradually. If you allow, he'll carry you around in one of those pet bags.

Abby

Abby is a bit exciteable and scares you off quite a few times before he decides that this isn't working and he has to be calm. His tone turns gentle, and he begins to talk to you. He won't hurt you, you can relax. He's not sure if you understand him, but he says it anyways. Once you befriend him, he likes to hold you!

Baby

Baby is suspicious of you from the get go. He notices the four leaf clover on your head and puts two and two together.

"So you're what's been bringing me good luck."

He lets you run away, although he can easily catch up. Over time though, you run less as he begins to talk to you, telling you random things and telling you that you can run, but he'll just catch up anyways.

Zoey

Zoey chases after you a few times, trying to see you better. After a few attempts, she manages to corner you. She thinks you’re just adorable, and she coos at how cute you are. She'll carry you around if you allow it.

Mira

Mira gets the sense that she's being followed. She pulls her weapon out, looking around for the person who's following her. Looking down, she sees you rushing away.

"Hey, wait!"

After a few times of this, she manages to corner you, talking to you.

"A four leaf clover? Are you the thing that's been bringing me luck?"

Rumi

Rumi finally manages to corner you on her balcony. She holds her hands out, speaking softly.

"Hey, it's okay. I won't hurt you."

She coaxes you into climbing into her hands, and she holds you gently as she brings you inside.

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Hello! This is a little crackfic request but. . . Angel!reader? Not religious or anything but if selfish people become demons in K-Pop Demon Hunters, then I headcannon that the purest of people become angels and it’s their job to help people heal from demon-related trauma. So I’d like to request some fluff with reader and the Saja Boys. Tysm!!!!

Angel!reader x Saja Boys

(I used ‘angel’s touch can provide healing’/temporarily get rid of gwi-ma’s voice for demons so there’s a lot of it, hope it’s okay! Also this basically turned into “comforting saja boys” pt 2. i’m sorry LOL.)

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Jinu

I imagine at first he’d be like ‘absolutely not,’ ‘get away from me,’ ‘I’ll taint you.’ But the more he gets to know you, the closer he is to giving in. He lets you hug him once (after a lot of begging that it’ll do him some good) and he almost slumps into your arms in relief.

Silence. You were right. This is nice. No Gwi-ma in his ear. He feels selfish but he’ll want your angel touch more often, at first out of need, but then later maybe for something more…

Mystery

He’s skeptical of you at first. Aren’t angels supposed to hate demons? Why are you being so nice to him? But overtime, he began to look forward to your visits. Your angelic presence.

So when you first proposed trying to help him with your angel touch, he responds well.

“We could hold hands, or hug, even cuddle-“

He perks up. You can work with that, you think.

So the two of you settle onto his bed, and you wrap your arms around him. He cries a bit at the pure silence and comfort. He wants more of this, of you, from then on.

Romance

He likes the forbidden aspect of this, and will flirt with you off the bat. After all, you’re an angelic being, in both personality and literally. He finds you very attractive, so why not? Not like it’ll turn into anything serious, anyways. It can’t.

Oh, how wrong he was. When you suggest a hug, he thinks you’re flirting with him and making excuses because you’re embarrassed.

“You’re so cute. Of course you can have a hug.”

You roll your eyes a bit internally at his response but wrap your arms around him, not missing the way his arms tighten around you after a moment. It must be working, right?

He sniffles a bit, and you hold onto him tighter.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

He takes in the silence, the comfort, and holds you as tight as he can. He takes everything more seriously after this.

Abby

The nicest Saja Boy upfront. He doesn't mind that you're an angel (as long as you don't mind that he's a demon) and becomes friends with you right off the bat. He's worried when you mention that your touch might be able to help him, as he doesn't want to taint you or anything. You reassure him that you're a strong angel, and he has nothing to worry about.

He trusts you, and lets you hold him. He feels at peace, and thanks you when you finally pull away. He's grateful for the silence, even if it was only temporary.

Baby

He's another skeptical member. He's very guarded, and it takes you a long time to get close to him. When you finally propose your idea, he raises an eyebrow at you.

"Even if you could do that, why would you want to? I'm a demon. You're an angel. I could corrupt you, or something."

"I trust that you won't do that."

"That's stupid, but okay."

Hesitantly, he places a hand out for you. You place your hand in his, noticing the way he begins to grasp your hand like it's a lifeline. His gaze softens, and he looks like he's fighting back tears. This is the first time of many that you will hold hands, a bit of the wall he's built up knocking down every time.

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Roles and what they're into (NSFW) (MDNI)

(i feel like i should mention everyone enjoys aftercare very much. it is essential!)

(also for some members i didn’t put like. everything because it would be longer than i want it to be lol)

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Jinu

Soft Dom

Into: mutual masturbation, body worship, light bondage, blindfolds, begging, creampie

• Likes to be in control but not overbearingly so

• Mostly blindfolds his partner but occasionally will let them blindfold him

• Loves hearing his partner beg for him, especially when they're begging for him to touch them/fuck them

• What can I say, he likes a good creampie every now and then

Mystery

Switch - Service Top or Submissive

Into: edging, pegging, body worship, cockwarming, collaring/leashes, toys, hickies, praise, overstimulation, squirting

• It’s a lot, and quite the combo

• Wears the collar and leash for his partner

• Likes to use toys, either on his partner or him

• This man loves to be praised. Tell him he did a good job please

• Will beg to cum over and over again if his partner edges and overstimulates him

• Remember when I said he likes to be as close to his partner as possible? Yeah. Cockwarming is part of that. He likes the bonding aspect.

Romance

Switch

Into: hair pulling, light bondage, body worship, temperature play, praise, wax play

• Likes both doing the hair pulling and having his hair pulled

• Whether it’s ice or getting out the hot wax, he likes temperature play. Especially if either him or his partner has a blindfold on

• Likes to praise and be praised

• Loves to worship his partner's body the way they deserve (a lot)

Abby

Soft Dom

Into: mutual masturbation, handcuffs, lingerie, role-play, light bondage, scratching

• The most “vanilla” out of the bunch

• Likes to stroke his cock while he watches his partner get off too

• Likes to bind his partner's hands so they can’t touch and he can tease them about it

• Enjoys a little scratching but not to the point of breaking skin

Baby

Switch - Dom or Brat

Into: being a brat, toys, begging, hickies, orgasm control, pegging, squirting

• LOVES being a brat, he likes to see how far he can go before his partner takes over and tames him

• Will make his partner beg for permission to cum if he’s in charge, will punish them if they cum early/without permission

• Really likes leaving marks

• Likes to use toys on his partner and occasionally have them used on him

Zoey

Switch leaning submissive

Into: sex in front of mirrors, sensation play, toys, role-play

• Likes when her and a partner use toys

• Likes receiving when it comes to sensation play

• Loves seeing herself in front of a mirror while she’s being absolutely wrecked

• Likes a little role play every now and then

Mira

Switch leaning Domme

Into: discipline, overstimulation, praise, role-play, bondage, orgasm control, begging, impact play, toys

• Go to discipline is spanking or orgasm denial

• Can and will overstimulate her partner while simultaneously praising them for taking it once again

• Loves when they beg

• Likes to role play

Rumi

Switch leaning submissive

Into: light bondage, hickies, blindfolds, spanking, toys

• The most “vanilla” of the girls

• Enjoys being blindfolded, it’s thrilling for her

• Likes light spanking

• Toys are a must

• Likes to give hickies

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