#&. WHEN THE HEART WANT WHAT IT WANT. ( DESIRE. )

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Splish Splashing

Summary: in which Merman!Nanami courts and fucks Mermaid!reader Warnings: smut, f!reader, penetrative sex, lovemaking, mutual masturbation, merman anatomy, loss of virginity/couple's first time, dirty talk - praise, biting, blood drinking, cum eating, exhibitionism, unfortunate slips from past to present tense sorry lol - not proofread - will probs be edited later and more detail added Word Count: 2.7k

Merman!Nanami, for as long as he could remember, had always had a crush on you, another mermaid in his pod. How could he not with your iridescent scales, captivating hair which flows in waves around you, and seductive smile?

You were kind and graceful, offering your help whenever you could and leading the way for your family. A beacon of light in the darkness that he could not look away from. The quick conversations on his way to patrol the surface and you to teach the merlings were no longer sufficing; he wanted more. Merman!Nanami wanted to go home together, wanted to be in your presence from high tide to low, to know you inside and out, to be the thing that kept you tethered, the way you were for him.

For many moons, you two had been swimming around, grazing fingers and exchanging heated glances. In your eyes a curious, lingering depth could be found, enticing him to dive in, to succumb to the whirlpool and drown in all that you could give him. There was no doubt about it; you liked him back. He knew what he needed to do. 

The courtship began with small gifts like a small trident that he found from a shipwreck, fallen-off claws for your hair, and a hard-fought shark tooth as a protection charm. They were little trinkets that you could use every day; knowing you carried him with you as part of your routine made his heart soar. You accepted his gifts and his songs happily. 

But you deserve much more. So his search led him to the seafloor for something just as vibrant, as vivacious, and gorgeous as you. It was no easy feat but Merman!Nanami would not give up. He could not. Shaking off the persistent desire for mentorship from a pink-scaled guppy, he ventured into a burning, forbidden zone, where no mermaids or mermen dared look in the direction of – his fingers were sore and healing for weeks after he foolishly rummaged through the scalding rocks by the volcanic rift south of his pod’s coral palace, all to find a glowing emerald stone he had a friend fashion into a golden diadem. 

Of course, he had no regrets. 

At the full moon’s peak, when the whole Pacific Ocean’s humble citizens came together to celebrate the heightened forces that bind the community into a peaceful coalition with a feast, you two found each other in the crowd, practically drawn together, hearts beating as one. 

Your tails intertwined. Eyes locked. Voices humming the same tune. Palms pressed against the other, his fingers longer and webs slightly bigger, he led you through the other bodies searching for one another, the towers of coral, and rains of pearls, all the way up to the surface. Illuminated by the moon’s light, you looked up at him, shyly, and eagerly accepted his gift. It looked much better on your pretty face than he could have ever dreamed. 

“It’s beautiful, Kento.”

He breathed out, “Yes…you are. Uh, I mean, it is. No, you are. Beautiful. So beautiful.”

You laughed. “Thank you. But I do hope the night won’t end with just a dance and a crown, Kenny.”

Emboldened by the physical manifestation of his devotion, which weighed heavy upon your head, you reached up and kissed him. You shared the same air, fuelling his ambition and urging him to grip your hips with his calloused fingers. That was the furthest you two had ever gone, too shy to go too far too quickly. Nothing was holding either of you two back anymore. 

Turning ravenous, the kiss became sloppy and messy, saliva dripping down his chin, tongue mingling and teeth nibbling on sore lips. Merman!Nanami asked, “Are you sure? We don’t have to.”

“Ken…if you don’t fuck me tonight, I’ll drown you myself.”

“Always so violent,” he mused. “Alright, my love. Let me feel you.”

The rubbing and grinding of your lower halves together was driving him wild. Like an impish eel, your arm slithered down, dainty fingers expertly navigating the sensitive slit on his tail. 

Merman!Nanami gasped. No one but him had ever touched him like that. No one else had delved into the burning pocket there and felt the smooth skin inside, swollen with need. He jolted. Your fingers are softer than his, more gentle, and satiny. It felt like Olympus submerged. 

“Have you touched yourself here before, Ken? Be honest.”

Red-faced and a little ashamed, he admitted, “Yes. Sometimes it feels better than touching my cock.”

“Hmm, I bet. I’m sure you could cum just like this right?” With your spare hand, you coaxed out the hot length of his cock and rubbed up and down, thumbing the underside of his leaking cockhead. “Wow…you’re so big. I’m almost scared it won’t fit. But we’ll make it fit, right, Ken?”

“S-sweetheart, p-please.” He didn’t know what exactly he was begging for. All he could think about was how right it felt to have your body pressed so close to his, breaths mingling, and tongues exploring the wet caverns of parted mouths. Merman!Nanami let slip a frightened whimper when something foreign begun to grow from his scaled slit. “What’s happening? That -ngh!- t-that feels odd.”

You nipped his bottom lip, swallowing the bead of blood and moaning at the sweet rush of his addictive taste. “No one told you about this, Kenny? You’ve never found it yourself? Oh, you’re like a poor little guppy.”

Clinging onto your breast and flicking the nipple there, hidden under jellyfish-like tendrils, he demanded, “Don’t make fun of me.”

The giggles from your soft lips almost brought a smile to his. 

“Sorry, Kenny. It’s a spur. It’s supposed to make me feel good…here.”

His fingers were guided to your slit. He was a stuttering mess, overcome with delirium and flustered at finally being able to feel what he’d envisioned during late nights and had only heard about through seaweed vines from bragging mermen. Hot, sticky and exceeding expectations, Merman!Nanami could only fumble about, poking and prodding like a useless clownfish. You should have left once you saw his inexperience. He wouldn’t have blamed you. But you didn’t. Instead, you held him tighter and whispered encouragements.

Similar to his own, your slit had thin-scales surrounding the vulnerable area. When he groped there, you shuddered. And inside, it was smooth and swollen. Once he got a grip, emboldened by the marks you were leaving on his skin and the pumping of your fist up and down his throbbing cock, he pushed his fingers deep inside, webs flexibly pushed back.

A strange shyness overtook you, unused to baring yourself to someone else, forcing you to hide your face in the crook of his neck. There, you dug your teeth into his flesh, sending venom into his bloodstream just as you drank his blood mercilessly. His hips stuttered. "Good girl...it's alright...keep -hah- drinking."

The venom was making him lightheaded. You'd penetrated him, your very essence coursing through his body and filling him up. It was addictive. Maddeningly so. In that moment, Merman!Nanami understood the obsession mated pairs had with drinking from each other until they were rendered paralysed and unmovable for days.

Shaking his head to keep focus, he wrangled through the euphoric haze derived from being able to sustain you to your mesmerising cunt.

Whereas his was only a shallow space which hid his cock, yours seemed to go on forever. Impossibly tight and delectably gummy, he found himself scissoring his fingers, not to stretch you in preparation as he knew he should have but rather, just to feel you. 

At the apex stood a small clump that, when rubbed in circles, elicits louder moans from you. That must have been what all the mermen of his age were so proud to have found, he realised. 

There were pleats by the entrance and then a pillowy area reminding him of the heads of jellyfish. He curled his fingers against it. You moaned. “Does that feel good? Hmm? Do you want more, sweetheart?”

You jerked him off faster and faster. The feeling , coupled with your delicious voice, was going straight to his head. “Yeah, Ken. Please.”

“Oh, so polite. What a good girl. Come here, sweetheart. Come give Kento a kiss.” The novelty of the feel of your lips might never wear off, he thought. It was a kind of bliss no one could ever deserve. And the mere suggestion that you’d welcome him so wholeheartedly, under the dazzling stars and full moon, embracing him – all of him – was sending him deeper and deeper into a world of joy he’d kill to keep. 

The breast covering you wore had torn off some time ago, leaving your bare flesh touching his. Manic, he found himself muttering anything that bubbled in his head. “I c-can’t believe I’m supposed to go inside here. In your pussy. You’re far too tight, like a clam.” 

Through whines and whimpers, you scolded him. “Don’t compare my pussy to a clam, Ken. That’s bad.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He swallowed hard. Truthfully, he wasn’t thinking. No one could think clearly when the most beautiful thing to have graced the depths of the sea is in their arms, moaning their name and baring their mark upon their head and on their supple body. 

Merman!Nanami sent vibrations through the water with his sudden thrums; your teasing tongue had found his gaping gills. He had never felt that kind of pleasure before. Poseidon be damned, he didn’t even know he was sensitive there. More and more you were teaching him all about the body he’d carried his whole life, awakening him to a world of wonders and pushing him to want more. 

“Oh, my darling pearl, can I put it in now? Please. I want to cum -hah- inside of you. I want to feel you. To be one with you.” You hastily mumbled affirmations into his mouth. He sighed, relieved and impatient. Clumsily, he lined up with his cock, thumb accidentally skimming his newly-discovered spur and hissing at the sensitivity there. Inch by inch, he made his way inside. “Fuck! Ah, fuck, so good, so tight, so -hngh!- warm.”

Feeling your gummy walls with his cock was so different than with his fingers; it was as if he could feel you better. You were scalding, softer than anything anyone could find in the sea and on land, he was willing to wager, and so tight he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to, which he didn’t. Never in a million years. Not even if the gods themselves commanded it.

When he bottomed out and the spur at the top of the base of his cock met your clit, you both gasped. “K-ken…what a dirty mouth you have.”

“Forgive me, my love.” He pleaded, hips instinctively driving through your clenching walls. Merman!Nanami knew he should have taken things slow, should have been more romantic and made sure you were alright but your pussy was sucking him in like the most deadly current and he could only go along for the ride. “I just need to -hah- to make you mine. All mine.”

“I am yours, Ken. Always.”

A shaky smile filled your sight. “Thank you. Oh, thank you, sweetheart. I-I promise to treasure you for life.”

You pricked a finger against his canine and allowed him to suckle at the blood trickling out of it. Merman!Nanami whimpered at your taste, already feeling the powerful effects of your blood in his system. He sucked even more down his throat, suddenly finding himself so thirsty. As if urged on by a supernatural force, his hips gyrated his spur against your clit in tight circles. 

“That’s really -oh so good, Ken- sweet. But I want to h-hear you say you’re mine too.” He cooed and kissed your pout away.

“I’ve been yours before I knew that our souls are one, sweetheart. I was only ever made for you.” His fingers trailed along the fins lining your spine, touch light against the crevice. The membrane twitched just as your walls clamped down on his dick. “Don’t! Ah, f-fuck, don’t tighten on me like that.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, jaw hanging and flashing your sharp teeth. “Then don’t say -hngh!- romantic things to me. Ugh, fuck, I’m close, Kento. More. Give me more.”

“Yes, sweetheart, w-whatever you want.” Merman!Nanami was ramming and pounding and plunging into your quivering cunt. His spur was rubbing and grinding and kissing your pulsing clit, all while he tickled your spinal fins with one hand as the other kept your lower half in place. “I’ll give you the world. Anything to make you happy.”

Hand over his chest, feeling the rapid beating there, you said, “I only -ah, wait! Hey! I’m trying to be sweet too. Hmm soo good… you’re distracting me.” 

He whispered an apology on your cheek, not slowing down at all despite your complaints. “You’re already plenty sweet, my love. The sweetest. But go on, darling. Make my teeth rot, you adorable thing.”

In retaliation, you flicked his nipple just to watch his head be thrown back with a hiss. “I was saying…I only need you, Ken. Just you and your beautiful heart.”

“Say the w-word and I’ll -hah that’s it, sweetheart - I’ll take it out and give it to you.” And he meant every word. There would only ever be one deity he’d swear his life to and she was wrapped around his cock. Just one sign from you and he’ll roam the seas looking for whatever will make you happy.

Tails intertwined and no longer working to keep you two afloat, you both spiralled beneath the surface, falling deep into the depths of the water, uncaring of who could see. As far as he was concerned, there were only the two of you. You and your sweet laughter, your sloppy cunt, and loving embrace. 

The diadem on your head rattled with both the weight of the gemstone and the force of your rocking and jostling. You'd never looked more majestic.

So, when your mind-shattering orgasm, which left you a babbling mess on the crook of his neck, propelled him over a cliff, he painted your walls with a grunt. 

“Kento!”

There was no rhyme or rhythm to his thrusting, only a desperation to be emptied so you can be warm and filled up. Some drops of his cum were pooling out. He quickly scooped them up and brought them to your mouth. Finally, his cum wasn’t going to waste, beading into pearls in the water. You were absorbing them into your body, greedily gulping the spend and clamping for more. 

"Delicious, Ken...you've saved up a lot for me, haven't you?"

Merman!Nanami cradled your body as he slumped down on the seabed, sand disturbed. He was still inside you, albeit quickly softening, but neither of you made a move to get him out – the closeness was comforting. "All for you..."

Freshly fucked out, he still couldn’t grasp the fact that he finally touched your skin, tasted your kiss, and heard your melodious voice calling for him. It was everything he dreamed of and beyond. A life full of darkness, of loneliness, of swaying with the waves with no direction or destination ended. Together, everything laid out, bare for each other, you made vows that would last for an eternity. 

“We should probably go back to the party, Ken. Our friends will be looking for us.”

Merman!Nanami pinched your chin and tilted your head back. Unable to help himself, he stole another kiss, swallowing your moan. You giggled. He didn’t think he’d ever tire of hearing the infectious laughter from your lips. If he could bottle it up and take it with him anywhere, he would, even if he had to sell his voice for the opportunity. 

“Hmm, I think they can wait after one more round, no, darling?”

You laughed even louder. “We’re not going to see them at all tonight, are we?”

He smiled. “No, I suspect we won’t.”

"You may not be planning on seeing us but we sure as Tartarus have been seeing you. A lot of you, actually. Perhaps too much, one could say."

Merman!Nanami's smile dropped and a deadpan expression took its place. "Hello, Gojo...and the entire pod."

[chaes-tea]

── // living the nightmare .

// kpop demon hunters fic. // jinu x reader. // a/n: i looped the ost an unhealthy amount of times. i also haven't written anything in a few years LOL. so things might make little sense. or not make sense at all. enjoy! (pls don't flame me too hard i had a vision idk if it visioned) ⚠️!! WARNING: kpop demon hunters spoilers !! + angst

"Jinu!"

He clutches his head and winces, the familiar voice never leaving his head.

The memories– these damn memories that haunt him every second that passes, every step he takes, every breath he breathes. He painfully recalls his sister's sobs, along with his mother's trembling voice as she attempted to comfort her. But he remembers your cries the most.

You. The love of his life. His heart's desire. His soulmate.

He looks at the glowing patterns on his hands. He did it not just for his mother and sister, but for his future, for you. He wanted to give you the world, even if it ended up sounding like a sappy rags to riches story. You deserved so much more than what he could offer.

When he heard Gwi-Ma's voice in his head that day, he thought that this was his chance. A chance for his family to finally be relieved of suffering. The four of you would enter the palace and spend the rest of your lives there. But things took a turn when only he was allowed entry into the palace. He remembers the pain he felt in his heart when the palace doors shut behind him. Even so, he still pressed forward. He would do well in his time in the palace, make money, and send it home.

But Gwi-Ma kept him from doing so. His voice spat excuses after excuses that made him make selfish decisions. Decisions that prevented him from supporting his family. Decisions that kept a sturdy roof over his head, gave him delicious meals every day, and silk sheets every night, all while his family struggled in poverty. The thought of that ate away at him during his time in the palace. The patterns on his skin slowly grew like vines, until it consumed him whole, completely turning him into a demon under the demon king's rule.

The voice in his mind, and the patterns on his body, were constant reminders of his regret, shame, and guilt. They were evidence of his selfish choices– choices that led him to lose his family. This fact has never left him for the past 400 years.

Every few decades, when he would wander the streets of the human realm in search of souls, he would stumble upon a familiar face. The face reminded him of when he first walked through the palace gates alone. He solemnly smiles to himself each time as he observes you. It was nice to see that your iterations always held your kind smile and strong personality, no matter the era or hardships.

He wonders if fate would have allowed him to meet you in every reincarnation, had he stayed human.

He hates how he always thinks about that. He hates his memories of his time as a human, how they always remind him of his betrayal to his loved ones. If hate could defeat Gwi-Ma, the demon king would have been gone long ago.

Now, he sees his service to him as a means to an end. He would get in his good graces, and in exchange for his great deeds to him, he would request for the memories of his past to be erased. A request that would end this 400-year-long nightmare for good.

The Honmoon will be complete soon. Surely, his plan to destroy it will work. That's all Gwi-Ma wants, after all.

He and the other Saja Boys assume human forms and head through the alleyways to the stage they will be performing on. He aimlessly follows the four, rerunning the plan in his head before the performance. A familiar voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

"What's exactly is in this 'voice juice' anyways?"

He looks up and sees four people: the first in a black baseball cap, a shorter one with a yellow bucket hat, one holding a box, and–

Oh.

It's you again.

What a cruel thing fate is.

[shadowwizardstonergang]

I think it is incredibly important to criticize anything and everything including the scientific systems but I also am incredibly curious about whether or not you have an alternative system for the scientific world that would fulfill the needs that are current one does such as being something that can be easily transferred into other systems such as the legal system because the scientific system does not exist in a vacuum it must have an interface for the legal system to interact with it and the medical system to interact with it and the food system to interact with it additionally human beings have created all of these systems and human beings are flawed at their hearts and therefore anything created by flawed beings in and of itself is going to be flawed and spending more time and energy acknowledging that these flaws exist then simply trying your best to utilize the system that has so far been the one that works I personally think is a waste of time. So really do you yourself have a better system and what exactly are your methods of implementing the system on a global scale because currently our scientific system is successfully implemented on a global scale to facilitate communications of scientists all over the world to come together on a topic to help solve it. I find it very interesting that the point that you Cherry picked was lobotomies and I am not one who supports lobotomies but I would like to say that science is a field that is based off of throwing spaghetti on the wall and seeing if it sticks and sometimes you have psychotic people who throw ice picks into skulls and then they say it gives the desired results but I think it's very cruel to criticize an entire system on a handful of flawed individuals when the system that we currently have has given us many benefits of modern medicine such as insulin and also I do believe we are coming very close to the cure for ALS it is also the system that has discovered many potential cures for the many different types of cancers that we face it is also the system that is helping us create plants of crops that are capable of withstanding the potential future conditions that our planet is going to face.

I took a class last year that was talking about the issues in the scientific world and how they are persisting and how they may cause harm in the future but one of the main takeaways that we got from this class was the fact that there's never going to be a solution that completely eliminates all harm due to the nature of our capitalistic society because modern science is incredibly dependent on who is going to pay for it and the people who pay for it are corporations that want a very specific answer and only want very specific things that can potentially line their pockets such as designer babies and immortality and crops that can create food but don't have any seeds so that in an entire country or group is entirely dependent on the company who owns the seeds for them to consistently every year go back and buy those seeds.

I am rambling but I think the point that I'm trying to make is that once again yes we should very much be criticizing the systems but I think the way that you're going about it is treating as if the scientific system exists entirely in a vacuum with no connection to anything else in the world and if it did I do agree the system should be different but it isn't it and it highly depends on many other factors and those factors are often the ones that cause a lot of these issues.

Also I think 90% of scientific research focusing on mental health is quite ableist and kind of bogus and personally I intend to buy the DSM-5 or whatever the fuck that book is called and put it at the bottom of an outhouse hole and take a lifetime of shits on it but also it is just another way that humans have attempted to categorize things in order to better understand things because that's just what humans do and even though the people who have the most authority to make the mental health categories that they do and make the mental health calls that they do in scientific research papers are perpetrators of great harm to many mentally ill individuals is still necessary to try our best to research these things and categorize them in order to further research them and you know what lobotomies were 80 years ago and the way that we treat the mentally ill has drastically changed and I think if we had just left it to the devices of no system we wouldn't be where we are today.

Also I don't think it's fair to pick on a person's ability to express their thoughts in an argument (i.e. calling them illiterate) when you disagree with them because first of all I don't think anyone is coming on Tumblr to be clear and concise about their opinions and secondly what if that person actually is an incredibly intelligent individual but just has a hard time putting their thoughts to paper because they have a learning disability or dyslexia? you are criticizing the mental health systems but then you yourself without even acknowledging it are being ableist. I think this kind of proves my point in that it's really hard to do anything without harm

"these researchers published a paper on something that literally any of us could have told you 🙄" ok well my supervisors wont let me write something in my thesis unless I can back it up with a citation so maybe it's a good thing that they're amplifying your voice to the scientific community in a way that prevents people from writing off your experiences as annecdotal evidence

[satkru]

Said you wanted geto requests I'll give you geto requests! So hear me out geto in his cult era, but here's the thing he has someone that he takes care of personally! Reader who was gaslit into thinking the outside world is dangerous and geto makes reader cock dumb when he even starts to think about going outside but here's where the super dom geto comes in reader escapes the cult and geto finds out and punishes his little lamb for disobeying him, add whatever kinks you want I'm not picky but i hope this request is okay, have a good day!

*๑♡՞ . controlling/manipulative behavior on getos behalf , brainwashing , emotional abuse , spanking , bullying almost?? , hairpulling , not for the faint of heart , degradation , no remorse when fucking , fucking till u blackout , (light) facefucking , hard degradation , cum/cock drunk , super dom top geto !!!! , usage of "master

p.s. eeee i love this req sm!! cultguru will always have a special place in my heart ,, alsooo i js wanna say this rq but feel free to in my inbox abt anything!! im always open for small chats and honestly it feels weird to actively ask for engagement but yea, my inbox isnt only for reqs!!

"whats outside?" y/n asked, his eyes gazing down into the forest near suguru's temple. geto chuckled, "nothing good my love, just self centered monkeys who would rip you to shreds if they could" although the sleek looking man's tone was full of unseriousness, y/n still took his words to heart, growing more afraid of what was outside the walls of his dearest's walls.

y/n was put under geto's care due to a fatal accident that caused him to suffer from severe amnesia and lose a significant portion of his memories, y/n knew suguru as his "husband" and was aware of his leadership in a big curse organization that he wouldn't elaborate on. but y/n was incredibly thankful for his husband's kindness and respected the orders from him as payback for taking care of him while he carried his disability.

"you shouldnt be thinking about the outside anyways, why go out with nothing when you can stay here with everything at the snap of a finger?" geto slowly untied his hair tie from his usual up-do, gracious and luscious strands of black hair gracefully fell down to his shoulders. y/n nervously looked down at his hands, soft and delicate, almost as if he had never touched anything other than silk and cotton, "youre right, i wont ask again master geto".

suguru hummed, pleased with his sweet lamb's response. "bed time is coming soon, do you know what this means?" geto purred, his eyes smoothly shifted to y/n's, who was holding an almost embarrassed glance in his eyes. "yes master geto..". slowly, y/n unwinded the robe from his waist, gliding it off his shoulders, folding it, and placing it beside him. underneath his robe was nothing, no briefs, no undershirt, no nothing.

y/n scooted down the bed, laying his head on the pillow with his nude body facing upwords at geto. suguru undressed himself, the sight of his toned and muscular body made y/n squirm in his position. geto saw this and chuckled, turning around and crawling towards y/n, his eyes glossed with the desire to be inside his one true love.

geto placed himself right at y/n's entrance, his cock already lubed up with spit from his mouth. y/n's legs were raised above and placed on suguru's shoulders, "are you ready baby?" geto sweetly asked, y/n nodded, his face flushed with a crimson red. slowly, suguru pushed the head of his cock inside y/n's hole, causing the male to gasp and groan in pleasure, taking in every inch of his master's cock.

suguru leaned down and pressed a kiss y/n's lips, "youre gorgeous baby" he whispered, his words were coated in a thick layer of honey, nothing but pure love behind every word he spoke. y/n whimpered, the warm feeling of suguru's breath just above his glossy lips sent shivers down the man's entire body.

geto's pace gradually increased, growing more and more hungry, desiring the feeling of tight walls enclosing his fat cock. "tell me how good im fucking you y/n, tell your master that hes the only one who can ever make you feel this good" suguru ordered, although his voice could be soft at times, he had a more firm tone in his words, wanting y/n to feed his ever-growing ego.

"master geto.. oh god.. youre fucking me so good..! no one can ever make love to me like you do!" y/n's voice grew in volume, signaling his close release. suguru grinned at the scene in front of him, his sweet little lamb slowly falling apart in his hands, truly a sight to behold. geto continued to whisper sweet nothings into y/n's ear, telling him how much he loved his voice and how much he enjoyed fucking his tight hole.

the intensity of suguru's thrusts made y/n shake in pleasure, making him sputter out declarations of his love for geto and how good he always made him felt. y/n couldnt hold back anymore, his mind was resisting any forms of stopping from releasing, causing him to shoot his load on his own chest and abdomen. but suguru couldnt stop just because y/n came before he did, he still had to chase his own release.

slowly, the knot in suguru's stomach gradually loosened, pressure increased heavily in his lower intestines. breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his temple, geto let his desires get to him, causing him to cum deep inside y/n, warm and thick strands left his body and plastered themselves onto y/n's walls.

y/n and suguru stayed in their positions, humid air flowing through their lungs, heavy breathing from both sides. geto smirked at the sight of his gorgeous boy laying down, completely cockdrunk off of him. "you did wonderful my love" suguru spoke, but his words came through one ear of y/n and out the other. the black haired male chuckled at this and plopped himself beside y/n, admiring his side features and how tired he looked.

oh how his love for y/n was so strong, no one could ever convince him to let him go, not now, not tomorrow, not never. he was his and his alone, no one could ever take his sweet little lamb away. but his plans of keeping y/n oblivious to the situation he was organizing soon fell through, as y/n overheard suguru's plan of massacring the entirety of the "monkey" population in both shinjuku and kyoto, which came as a shock to him. suguru? a murderer to all non-curse users? it couldnt be. but at the same time, y/n slowly began to realize geto's true nature.

suguru was never kind, nor was he ever a good person. he was nothing but villainous freak who wanted the world to be consumed by sorcerers and their descendants only. y/n had been trapped in an illusion where he was brainwashed into thinking that suguru's words were gospel and should not be questioned by anyone. not even by the man he was loved by, who he was worshipped by.

y/n made his escape plan, taking into account how far the nearest city would be and packed in secret, all under suguru's nose. finally, the night of his release came, due to the height of y/n's room, he couldnt possibly jump out a window or even make any mechanism to shuffle himself down the window. so the next course of action was sneaking out the temple by the halls, of course this wouldnt be as easy as it seemed, as most of the other sorcerers were incredible night owls and were often roaming the halls.

but y/n decided to take his shot, suguru usually slept beside him every night, taking that into account, y/n placed a makeshift version of himself made by his own cursed technique, using this to his advantage, he snuck out the room and roamed the halls, unfamiliar with all the turns and stairs. but he eventually made it to the exit and bursted out running, his mind was hazy, only clouded by thoughts of freedom.

y/n found himself deep within the woods near geto's temple, the nightly noises of wind brushing against the trees filled his senses, but the fear of being found out by geto still lingered in his mind. what if geto wasnt the bad guy? he randomly thought, making him stop in his tracks, was this all really necessary? was running away the best course of action? y/n's mind raced, second guessing himself and what he was thinking.

"y/n" a familiar but still frightening voice called out, the smoothness of it.. the intimacy.. could it possibly be? "suguru?" y/n looked back, but there was nothing, just the darkness of the shadows. y/n became uneasy but continued his way out of suguru's property, only to be stopped by bumping into a hard but plush chest. he yelped as he fell but was caught by someone catching him by his hair, "you thought running away could be an easy escape for you?" geto's deep voice rang, veins popped out of his temple under the moonlight. "g-geto! i—!" y/n cut himself off with a sharp scream as suguru tugged on his hair more. leading him to his infamous manta ray curse who was usually geto's ride.

y/n could sense geto's anger, the scent of pure rage coursed through his senses. but he couldnt find it in himself to find himself in the wrong, his actions were justified by the fear of the true monster his husband truly was. y/n couldnt speak now, as his fear grew more intense as they neared the temple. he was surely going to experience a severe punishment once he arrived to the sanctuary.

the curse parked itself by y/n's room window, letting the two slide off of his fin into the warmly lit chamber. y/n could see suguru's past desperation with the messiness of the large room, the bed was stripped to the bone, the closet wide open and clothes were splattered all over the floor, the bathroom and the closet inside there was also torn apart.

he felt bad due to suddenly being a source of stress for geto, but he couldnt find himself in the wrong, as all he wanted to do was no longer associate with a murderous cult leader. "do you know that this is all your fault?" suguru's voice came out cold and distant, scaring y/n as he was accustomed to hearing his sweet voice, he looked down at his feet and rubbed his hands against each other, not daring to utter a word, which made geto more mad.

"you thought you could leave so easily? you are pathetic y/n. youre incredibly lucky i held myself back from doing worse to you in that forest" geto's tone was laced with an immense amount of venom, his eyes were wide and his eyebrows were deeply furrowed. y/n continued to look down, embarrassed to look suguru eye to eye, which left him no other choice than to roughly take y/n's chin into his harsh grasp and forcibly make him look into his eyes.

y/n looked up in terror, fear coursed through his veins as he looked into suguru's hard gaze, there was barely any soft feature to him, his sweet smile and calm demeanor had completely vanished and had instead been replaced by ruthless rage. "you think anyone outside my sanctuary will take in a lowlife whore like you? you dont cook, you dont clean, you are nothing but a worthless cum dump for me and me only" geto spat, baring canines as if he were a rabid dog.

y/n teared up at suguru's harsh words, it wasnt his fault he was completely rendered useless, geto had always told him that all his needs were always going to be met by him and the rest of the members in his temple. but it had seemed that geto had turned on his words all because of one escape plan from him, "i..im sorry master geto, i promise i'll make it up to you, please sir, please just forgive me" y/n sank to his knees, bowing his head at suguru's feet as if he were begging god to give him a second chance at life.

y/n sobbed into the carpeted floor, tears mixed with his snot which then mixed with his drool that seeped out of his mouth, suguru looked down at the groveling man at his feet, a flash of malicious intent glowed in his eyes. "if you want to be forgiven by your master, then you have to serve my trials" his tone was less hard and was instead more firm and serious, y/n lifted his head from the floor and looked at geto, his purple gaze looking through his entire soul.

y/n looked pitiful, his entire face was red and wet from his sobbing liquids, his eye whites were turning a light red. suguru looked at him as if he were a begging puppy, pleading for him to take care of him again. y/n sniffled, "what are they master geto?" he asked somewhat eagerly, geto smirked, "i'll show you" he said as he walked towards the bed, covering the bare mattress with one of the fallen comforters.

he sat down with his legs spread, beckoning y/n to come closer, which he did. suguru wiped his husband's wet face with his sleeve, "look at my poor baby boy with his sad face" he cooed, almost mocking y/n's pathetic situation. he slowly guided him back to his knees in front of him, holding his chin to make him look up at him.

he almost felt powerful in a way, sure he has a lot of followers with his own organization that fall to their knees so easily for him, but when y/n did it, it just felt so much different, almost surreal in a way. "you ready for trial one baby?" geto asked, his purple orbs narrowing down as he watched y/n's face with precise attention. y/n nodded obediently, his eyes pleading for an order from him. suguru chuckled, "alright then, first off, you will service my cock with your mouth."

y/n looked down from his concentrated gaze at geto's eyes, shifting his attention to his straining cock in his briefs. although he had seen suguru's cock so many times, he couldnt help himself but still felt nervous in the presence of the sheer size of his devoter's cock. y/n skillfully pulled down the black boxers of geto, causing the large manhood of his pop out like it was a jack in the box. cloudy white precum pearled at geto's coral colored slit, the light breeze from the open window caused suguru to shiver slightly and make his cock twitch more aggressively.

y/n gently stroked geto's hard and long dick, taking in the feeling of his many pulsing veins that ran along his fat cock. y/n's tongue wrapped around suguru's tip, lapping up the beading precum like it was sap, the taste was like no other, almost like salted butter but with light notes of sweetness. geto shakily groaned, the moistness of y/n's soft tongue made him feel like he was on cloud nine. he placed a hand on top of his husband's head, running his hands through the locks of hair.

"so good" suguru moaned, his grip on the comforter under him tightening as y/n lowered his mouth more towards his base. the tongue of his lover rubbed against the most sensitive of bloodvessels on his fat cock, making geto's grip on the two different surfaces harden more. y/n slurped and gurgled on the saliva he produced, guiding the clear liquid all over the bareness of geto's dick, the warm fluid slipped all around the meaty cock of suguru made y/n shiver in desire, wanting to please his master however he wanted to be pleased.

y/n continued sucking, his mouth was like a suction cup that was stuck onto the thickness of suguru. he couldnt lie, he loved the feeling of geto's tip repeatedly hitting the back of his throat as if he were nothing but a fleshlight with no limits, "youre so good at this" suguru cooed with his smug smirk he always wore during sex, the ego of this man was so tantalizing but in a such hot way.

geto slowly took control on y/n's intake of his cock, easing him up and down his shaft through the means of holding his significantly smaller head in his large hand. breathless moans seeped out of his mouth, his eye twitched and rolled back from the pleasure coming from his slobbered-on cock. y/n made small noises on geto's cock, sending vibrations through the muscle which caused suguru to grow closer to climax.

but he couldnt possibly just cum from getting his dick sucked, so suguru pulled y/n off of him with a quick but sloppy pop from his mouth. "we cant end it there baby, we need to do trial two, remember?" geto reminded y/n, his breath hitching slightly, his face covered in a harsh blush and sweat. y/n hummed obediently, looking up to master geto for his next assignment. "next trial: you'll take me from behind and endure my brutal thrusts" the way suguru placed emphasis on "brutal" made y/n shiver slightly, but he simply thought that it wouldn't be anything unnormal like his regular thrusts during their earlier intimate times, but boy was he wrong.

suguru simply grinned and stood up before y/n, prompting him to stand up as well, the overwhelmingly fierce aura coming from geto simply scared y/n into submission. "okay.. master.." the submissive man nervously got on the bed, shifting himself into a position where his ass was shifted upwards and his head laid uncomfortably horizontal against the flat mattress. suguru hungrily licked his lips, taking in the sight of his precious lamb in full doggy style, he hurriedly slid off the rest of his robe and basically jumped onto the bed, not in a loveful desperation, but in a pure lust-filled want to pound y/n into oblivion.

suguru caressed y/n's soft body, grasping chunks of flesh and admiring them with eagerness of sorts. he placed his large hands on y/n's hips, his thumb rubbing at the end of his tailbone. "youre unspeakably beautiful for someone so utterly pathetic" geto bit his lip, turning his soft pink underlip slightly red. y/n dug his face into the puffy comforter, ashamed to be degraded in such a lowly way by a man he looked up to, but suguru didnt care what y/n thought anymore, he had betrayed him in an unspeakable way and he was going to take his dignity back one way or another.

a bloodcurdling scream ripped out of y/n as he felt the entirety of geto's cock waltz into his hole as if it was a regular monday morning, he felt something warm run down his leg and he could only hope is wasnt what he thought it was. but suguru didnt have time to care about such little things like making sure his partner was okay, he wanted to regain his power, to feel like his normal egotistical self again, to be the man who had a sweet little lamb to take care of. geto huffed as his hips thrusted in and out of y/n, his long hair ghosted the small hairs on the back of the submissive man below him, making the man shiver and cry out. he begged, he pleaded, he screamed, but nothing came from it, it wasnt like he didnt want suguru inside him, it was quite the opposite actually, but the feeling of his raw cock destroying his insides, plus, saliva can only stay wet for so long.

"now my lamb, you will take my words into that pretty little head of yours and you will engrave them into every thought of yours, got it?" y/n could do nothing but writhe and moan as he tried so desperately to hold onto any kind of sustainability, "good, 1st rule: you will never ever be able to leave this room again, i will place a bodyguard by your door to make sure of that, 2nd rule: you will never speak of the outside world again, 3rd rule: you cannot interfere with my work, as its only for me and not for a little whorish cumdump like you" suguru cackled sinisterly, "you will be reduced to being my slut, my personal cum dumpster, you wont even hold the title of being my husband anymore, or maybe you will, i'll think about it" geto's words were wild and impulsive, adrenaline running through his veins as he consistently pounded himself back into y/n like a monster.

"what will you be after this y/n? tell it to me so i can know youre listening" he commanded, "i'll be your—! your personal cumdump master! i cant! sug— master geto! i need to cum!" y/n's sentence was riddled with fumbled words and loud moans, and it made suguru smirk, this is what it felt like to be in control, to personally rewire a man's mind into being nothing but a cum dump for you. oh the feeling of power made geto's skin crawl with excitement, his cock twitched against the tight walls of y/n, making the man squirm around, "cum for me baby, show me that you're made for my cock and mine only" the cooing words of suguru made y/n release without even thinking twice, he couldnt hold a single thought even if he wanted to, it felt like his braincells were being rewired by strands of geto's cum.

y/n came onto the comforter, gasping for air as he did, but geto wasnt done, not by a long shot even. his cock pulsed and twitched but he couldnt get the right shot, so he pulled y/n back up by his hair, "tell me what i am to you boy" he growled, y/n's breath hitched and struggled, "you're everything master geto, youre the air i breathe in, youre the world i see before i close my eyes, youre the sun and moon master geto, youre my god" y/n's words riled up suguru like no one else could, making his thrusts deeper and less understanding, his hips moved sloppier before he finally blew inside his husband, cum seeped out of his fat cock like a river, not stopping even when it overflowed out of y/n's hole.

geto breathed heavily, a mix of humid air and the cold AC wafted into his nose, the smell of sex radiated off the two, sweat dripped from their bodies and the tingling sensation of releasing still lingered on the two of them. y/n could barely move from aside small twitches and slight shivers, suguru watched as he laid there, shaking, holding onto the sliver of consciousness with all his willing might. "I'll shower you tonight, from now on, you are my husband and my whore, you will never speak or act outside of line after this, understood?" y/n let out meek noises, as if he were just a mouse under a hungry cat's paw. geto smiled, happy with the affects his actions.

[hopesangelsprite]

The Perfect Gentleman

Pairing: Yandere!Upperclassman x Reader

Synopsis: He's intelligent, kind, responsible, trustworthy, and respectful; the epitome of the perfect gentlemen. But behind closed doors...

Warnings: Dub-con/Non-con, Stalking, Manipulation, Manhandling, Fake Sympathy, Restraints/Gagging, Eating Through Panties, Premature Ejaculation, Female Ejaculation, Creampie, Breathplay/Choking, Dacryphilia, Language, Pure Filth, etc.

MINORS/AGELESS ACC DNI

Viewer discretion is advised.

Thinking about perfect Upperclassmen!Yandere who's obsessed with you from the moment he lays eyes on you. He's immediately enraptured with your beauty and innocence; how bright and radiant you are apart from everyone else on campus. His heart skips a few beats whenever you're in the same room and he nearly fumbles over his words the first time you speak to him. You're magnificent in his eyes, like the sun in human form.

At first, he tries to ignore the obsession that slowly builds, pushing away the allure of your existence. He chooses to speak to you less and less when you're around him, purposefully making himself busier than usual so as not to come off as avoidant. He'd hate himself if you found out, if his weakness pushed you away.

It doesn't take long before he's exhausted all efforts and resources meant to distance himself from you. It's almost inevitable, the entanglement he finds himself trapped in. So, he completely stops avoiding you, going as far as to call out your name whenever you're in the same space. Soon, the two of you have built this odd, quirky relationship full of lighthearted humor and concealed interests that drives him deeper and deeper into madness. You're magnetic, an enigma he desperately needs to figure out... but so is he.

Gradually, he finds himself drawn more to you, using his charm to capture your attention while remaining mysterious himself. He gives you just enough attention to leave you wondering but never sure of his intentions, leave you wanting more. On the outside, he's calm and collected, his image clean cut and pristine. But on the inside... he's losing his mind.

Every thought of his is occupied solely by you. From the pretty pink of your lips to the cadence of your speech; everything about you makes his cock swell and his balls fatten up. Night after night he finds himself gasping for air, hand working up and down his stiff length at the thought of you writhing underneath him, crying his name. He cums buckets when imagines you begging for mercy as he pins you, as he forces you to take every single inch he gives you. He knows it's wrong, that if anyone knew about his filthy fantasies he'd be ruined. But he just can't shake the dark desire that consumes him day by day.

It becomes evident in the way your interactions change. His language gets progressively more flirtatious, and his eyes lingering longer than usual. He becomes more aggressive playful when you two meet, his need to subjugate you pushing him to tease you more violently than he typically would. The tension builds and wells within him until it snaps one evening after he sees you giggling with another upperclassman.

The rage that fills him makes him physically ill, it burns in the pit of his stomach. Disgust gnaws at his insides as he watches the guy draw closer, eyes bright and smile brighter. He hates the way his fingertips linger when the both of you shake hands, the way you look so comfortable around him. It doesn't make it any better that he knows what kind of guy he is, and that he knows he'd gladly take advantage of you if he could. The only man who will ever be allowed to take advantage of you is him.

So, once your conversation's ended, he puts on a kind eyed smile and sidles up to you bashfully. It doesn't take long for you to let your guard down, to get you to agree to a study date with him. As the two of you part ways, you don't notice the way his lips lift into a smirk before settling into a soft smile. You don't feel the darkness in his eyes as he watches your figure retreat, knowing all too well what he has in store for you.

When you do finally meet for his proposed study session, it's much later than the time you'd agreed upon. You would have canceled altogether had he not sent you an apologetic text explaining how his roommate had desperately needed his assistance just as he was preparing to leave his dorm. He finally shows up as the clock strikes 11:30 p.m., hair disheveled and backpack hanging off his shoulders haphazardly as if he's jogged across campus to get to you. He offers you a gentle grin and another apology before the two of you enter the library while chitchatting about its convenient 24-hour policy and the work you plan on getting done.

The night winds on, the two of you conversing in a tucked away study room between periods of silence as you finish assignments, and soon its nearing 3:00 a.m. You thank him for the invitation, preparing to head out as the night draws on. But when you stand and pull the study room door open his hand shoots out above your head and shuts it before it can fully open. Dozens of questions and scenarios begin clouding your mind as you stand stock still in confusion. Why had he closed the door? When had he gotten so close behind you? Why was everything suddenly so quiet? What was this intense sense of dread growing within you?

Your train of thought is broken by him slowly lowering his hand to turn the lock on the doors handle, essentially trapping the both of you inside the space that suddenly seems much too small now. Every hair on the back of your neck is standing to attention now, your brain screaming at you to get away as fast as you can. But you ignore that feeling, turning to face him with a nervous smile and giggle. "What's that about, huh? Wanted me to hang around a little longer?", you tease though you are most definitely not in a witty mood.

A small smile etches its way onto his handsome features, almost sad in a way, before he finally speaks. " 'M sorry, princess.", he breathes out and just as you're about to ask him what for he flicks the light switch behind you and the room goes dark.

You inhale to scream for help only for it to be cut short by his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing hard. Tears gather in your eyes as you fight for a single breath of air, desperately trying to push and pull away from him. "I suggest you keep quiet and play nice.". he whispers in the darkness, "You wouldn't want me to do something we'd both regret, would you?". A strangled whimper escapes your chest, and you stop fighting him. He lets up upon your compliance and you inhale raggedly with a fit of coughs. Before you can fully regain the oxygen you'd been deprived of and adjust your eyes to the dark, your lifted and practically thrown on table behind the two of you.

Your landing isn't a hard one but it startles you all the same. When you try to sit up a large hand comes down on your front to pin you in place. In the black of the room, you can just barely make out his silhouette shifting above you and your ears register the sounds of rustling fabric. The tears that had welled in your eyes start to fall as the weight of the situation finally sinks into you. You've been tricked, set up, and now you're about to be taken advantage of by someone you look up to.

"Y-you don't have to do t-this...", you weakly plead with him between sobs as he binds your hands together with what you assume to be his necktie, "I won't tell anyone, I pr-promise.". He groans at your words, cursing under his breath as he forces your legs apart wide enough for him to fit in between them. "Don't be like that, baby. I don't even want to do this but-", his breath hitches as he pushes your dress up to bunch underneath your chest, "I can't help it. You've made me into this. . . this monster, and I need to handle this before I do something far worse.".

You sobs grow more sorrowful as his body arches over your own, his mouth now placing gentle kisses down the expanse of your belly. Though you're frightened out of your mind and shaking like a leaf, you can't ignore the shiver that creeps down your spine when you finally feel a puff of warm air against your clothed mound. You just barely make out the quiet sigh of 'forgive me' before his mouth is on you, lavishing you with long opened mouthed kisses. Though you fight it it's not long before your cries become pitiful moans.

Soon, your panties are soaked from both his saliva and your steadily flowing slick. Everything about this situation is wrong. The context, the place, the time. You were just helping each other write papers on the same table you were being violated on, but you don't scream for help or beg to be released. You writhe in pleasure as every drag of his tongue against your slit leaves you breathless and pulls the tightening knot in your stomach closer to snapping. A deep, muffled groan reverberates through your assailant's chest, the vibrations causing your mind to fog and your little bud to pulse against his tongue. He's quick to lock onto the sensation, suckling harder at you while holding you in place. Your moans grow in volume as your high creeps nearer, peaking when come undone after a particularly lewd slurp. You tremble violently as he feasts on you well past your orgasm, only letting up when you tug at his hair.

You make out his figure rising in the darkness and the hand on your front lifts to wipe at his mouth. "You're just as sweet as I thought you'd be, but I'm far from satisfied.", he hums breathlessly and you feel him raise your hips before pulling your underwear down your legs, "Gonna need you extra quiet for what comes next.". He leaves you no room to appeal to him or ask questions as he stuffs your panties into your own mouth, effectively gagging you. While you attempt to spit them out, the taste of you unfamiliar on your tongue, he spreads your legs further. The sound of a zipper and what you're absolutely sure is his pants falling to the ground causes you to freeze in anticipation. "Just breath through your nose and relax, princess, I've got you.", he comforts you as if he's not assaulting you in a library.

Still, you obey.

As you inhale, something hot and hard finds your entrance and begins to slip inside of you. The tears from earlier return at the big stretch that seems as if it'll tear you in two even though it's just begun. Judging by the sound of the ragged and shallow breathing above you, he's not doing all too well either. "Fuck!", he hisses as his hips roll forward to fill you more, "You're so w-warm and wet and perfect.". You sniffle and whimper at his words, your walls contracting suddenly at his compliments, and you hear him moan a soft 'no' before a new kind of warmth fills you. It's hot and thick, his cum painting your walls and overflowing as his hips buck to bottom out completely. Your attacker buries his head in the crook of your neck in shame, body still trembling from his sudden release.

This gives you time to adjust to his intrusion, and soon what was painful becomes unbearably sweet to your senses. He's big, big enough to nestle against your cervix and your g-spot simultaneously and he only gets bigger the more you flutter around his length. Slowly, his pelvis retreats from yours and reconnects as he begins to set a pace far too intimate for the current situation. You make no arguments, though, the ability to make coherent and rational thoughts becoming more and more difficult with each thrust.

Your moans mix as he fucks both of you into oblivion, your broken minds set on cumming again, and he uses his grip on the backs of your knees to fold you into a mean mating press. "I'm- ah- so sorry, please don't be- oh fuck- mad at me.", he whimpers and whines into your neck and you feel yourself grow impossibly wetter, "Please, please, please.". As he begs, his pace increases drastically. The sound of wet squelching and flesh slapping against flesh fills the room along with the heady scent of sex and you wonder if the buildings few patrons can hear you for all of two seconds before a hand stealthily placed between you begins to toy with your abused, pulsating clit.

"No, no more, too much!", you try to sob out around your gag as your orgasm builds at an unprecedented speed, but you quickly find out he's too far gone to care. A sudden pressure in your lower belly blooms followed by tickling sensation in your bud and you come hard. Your arousal pours from you in short streams, soaking the table and your bare lower halves before dripping onto the floor. Another long whine escapes the man above you as he rises partially to lightly squeeze the column of your neck with his free hand. "Yeah, that's right.", he moans whorishly, "That's my good girl. Keep coming for me, princess.".

And you do.

The overstimulation washes over you like a wave, every nerve in your body wrecked and tingling as if you were being electrocuted. You continue to squirt with each well angled thrust and tears fall from your eyes like a flood. "Shh, shh, shh. It's okay baby, I'm so close.", he soothes you as his thrust grow sloppier, "I'm s-so close.". As another orgasm rattles your core, you reach up with your clasped hands to pull his forehead onto yours, managing to choke out a semi-coherent 'cum for me' as they touch. Your cunt is dealt a few more quick thrusts before your insides are once again flooded with him.

Several minutes pass before either of you even begin coming down and when he finally does it'd before you do. You stop yourself from chasing his warmth when he pulls out. He gingerly begins to clean you up with the complimentary tissues that'd been jostled from the table when he'd pinned you, apologizing profusely all the while. After the stars disappear from your vision and you catch your breath enough to spit out your panties, you sit up and pull him with you by his hair. He lets out a sharp gasp before you snatch him into a deep kiss, bound hands now draping softly across his shoulders. You pull away after a moment with a shallow sigh and your lips graze his when you speak. "Don't be sorry.", you purr as he nips at your lower lip and drags you closer instinctively.

"Be ready to do it all again tomorrow.".

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HxH: CHROLLO, ILLUMI, Pariston, Leorio, Kurapika

JJK: GETO, GOJO, YUUTA, Naoya, Noritoshi, Nanami, Choso

Solo Leveling: JINWOO, JONG-IN, TAESHIK

Demon Slayer: Obanai, Rengoku, Tengen, GIYUU

LADS: CALEB, Rafayel, Sylus

Apothecary Diaries: Basen, Young Former Emperor, Lihaku, Lahan

YOUR FAVE

[glitterfingers]

Started as a silly crush from eleven years ago. These feelings have existed for more than a decade. I live a quick jeep away from where i last saw you. I still recall your face between my legs in the blue room that December morning. I'm not sorry I didn't stay when you asked, but I regret being scared out of my mind when you requested tulog muna tayo, huwag ka munang umalis. My regrets are few and far between but I'll admit i regret not staying. For you I admit I remain a staunch defender of being absolutely selfish with my heart. I would not have survived you if you lied and pretended to want me when you didn't. But i can live through this pining. Thanks for rejecting the hypothetical but sincere request, for not being an asshole and using me for your ego (the bar is in the lowest circle of hell). After all those years of denying it to myself, you remain a constant ache in my chest. I still dream about you once a year and am hit with obscene longing every time. It would be comical if I weren't so disgusted at how much i want. And I'm so frustrated because it's been four years since I've last talked to you and it's you that i want specifically and only you. The blue room is long gone. That morning exists only in my memories. I've known no peace since. Thought time away would make the desire fade but it only gave the yearning depth. I've tried I've been trying i continue to try to let it go, let the wanting of you go. I endure raw desperation and this version is somehow the most amusing to my other friends, but the worst to you and you're not the cause, i just wish it were easier for me to have been your friend without simultaneously craving you.

But my long term longing is in your shape and the color of your skin and the tattoos you let me bite and how the morning sun hit your eyes and how we made each other laugh and i miss you all the time. How are your parents. What did you think about Senshi's story from Dungeon Meshi. What obscure movie are you going to recommend me now. Let's debate on why you said Junji Ito was for normies. I'll give you some of my tea and you'll thank me. Your friends probably still love you, even though your lives have all evolved, just talk to them. Will you let me kiss you properly just one last time? Don't let me kiss you, i'll probably never want to let go. I still haven't, but I swear I've tried everything I know though. Or do let me. I dont know. I've loved a couple people since the last time i thought i was in love with you. Apparently i cannot framework myself out of desire (who knew), but I've pried away the excess. I can love people without wanting them in my life anymore. Tell your parents you love them before it's too late.

I send a quick prayer for you every year on your birthday, i stopped greeting you because you never sounded like you enjoyed any of it, but it doesn't matter, the prayer is for my benefit, i never forget. I wish i could.

I wanted you before I knew how to be your friend. Maybe now I am paying that price. I like to believe I'm a better friend and lover now too, but we owe each other nothing. I love you anyway. I know you're not happy, but I hope you're content. I hope one day I'll see you out and about and my heart will stop feeling like it'll explode at the sight of your face. I'm a good liar but i know i can't help but look at you with reverence. Is that why you always looked like you knew something i didn't? I wonder what you saw on my face those last few times. I never did know how to covet without sacrificing and carving out a part of myself, but whatever spell you have me on means I've gotten better at loving myself too. I am no longer unhinged by longing and regret and aching. Time and space away from you (and everyone else really) has taught me that i dont need to bleed to prove my capacity to love. That sometimes the best way to love someone is to leave them the fuck alone because it'll be the best for everyone involved.

I'll see you. Probably next year in my dreams again.

Dedicated to the girl who continues to haunt my dreams even though it's been years since we spoke.

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[sillyswriting]

: ̗̀➛ father johnny 'soap' mactavish - 02

cw : angst, comfort, can be read in the same universe as this.

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The house was quiet.

It was a rare moment of peace in the Mactavish home. Seven kids, it hadn’t been easy, but there was nothing Johnny would change about his life. He loved the noise, the mess, the laughter, the tears… all of it. If anything, he would’ve had even more kids. But that hadn’t been possible.

The last pregnancy had taken a heavy toll on you. After six deliveries, anyone would’ve thought your body was used to it. And with modern medicine, it should’ve gone smoothly.

But it didn’t.

You lost a dangerous amount of blood. The baby had nearly died, choking on his umbilical cord.

It had been a nightmare, for you, and for Johnny. It changed everything. Any desire for another child vanished overnight. He went as far as getting a vasectomy. He wasn’t going back to condoms, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to put you through any contraception that might mess with your body.

So, a vasectomy it was.

Now Johnny was enjoying a cigarette, sitting with a cup of tea in the middle of his kitchen. The night was winding down. His babies were safe in their beds, his wife sound asleep, warm, soft, waiting for him.

Only one was missing.

Callum had gone to a party tonight. He was due back in ten minutes, so Johnny waited. He always waited. He needed to know where all his bairns were before he could close his eyes. That nagging feeling never went away when one of them was out for the night—sleepovers, school trips, didn’t matter.

He couldn’t help it. It was just in him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of keys in the front door, right on time. He’d raised them well, his babies.

Johnny smiled softly, but the smile vanished the second his fifteen-year-old son stepped into the kitchen. Callum looked devastated, tired and scared. Johnny’s heart cracked at the sight.

He stood up quickly, hurrying over to him, eyes scanning from head to toe, searching for anything, an injury, a burn, a scratch, anything that might explain why his boy looked like that. His hands landed gently on Callum’s shoulders as he met his son’s tear-filled blue eyes.

It happened in an instant, Callum burst into tears and threw himself into his father’s arms.

If there was one thing Johnny had always been good at, aside from demolition, it was being a dad. He never raised his voice, never laid a hand on his bairns. He hugged them, kissed them, made sure they knew they were loved. Even his teenage boys weren’t ashamed to ask for a hug now and then. That’s how Johnny knew he was doing something right. His was his kids' safe place. 

He held Callum tight, steady and strong, the way he always had.

“What’s going on?” Johnny whispered, anxiety chewing through him like acid. He’d take a bullet to the head a second time if it meant keeping his babies safe. “Are ye hurt, baby?”

Callum shook his head between sobs, his whole body trembling. He clung to Johnny like a drowning boy clutching a lifeboat, desperate and terrified. Johnny could feel the panic radiating off him, could hear it in every broken breath.

Something had happened. Something bad. And Johnny’s gut twisted with a fear he hadn’t felt since his days on the battlefield.

That’s how they stayed for a few minutes, standing in the kitchen, the clock ticking toward midnight, while the youngest cried heavy, aching tears into his father’s shirt.

It was a sight Johnny never wanted to see, one of his grown bairns breaking like that, crying their heart out. To him, they were sacred. Precious. Pure souls who shouldn't have to carry pain of any kind.

Not his kids. Not ever.

“Tell me what happened,” Johnny asked gently, his voice low and steady. “Ye ken you can tell me anything.” He whispered again, softer this time, trying to soothe his boy. 

One hand moved slowly up and down Callum’s back, the other gently stroking his hair, reassurance in every touch.

“It’s Ethan…” came the answer, barely louder than a breath. If Johnny hadn’t been listening so closely, he might’ve missed it.

Ethan. Simon’s son. Callum’s best friend.

“Is he hurt?” It was the first thought that hit Johnny like a punch to the chest.

Those boys were tied together like true brothers. He couldn’t imagine Ethan ever doing anything to harm Callum. And he couldn’t imagine Callum breaking like this unless something serious had happened.

Johnny trusted Simon, he knew the kind of father he was. A bit more stern than Johnny himself, maybe, but firm in love and always ready to listen. Their sons had grown up in that shared foundation.

If something had happened to Ethan, Johnny needed to know. He had to.

“No,” Callum whimpered, barely above a whisper, looking up at his father.

There was something in his eyes. Something Johnny hadn’t expected. Fear.

Johnny’s chest tightened. It wasn’t fear for something, it was fear of him. And that shattered him.

For a moment, he just stared, eyebrows furrowed deep, trying to understand. Hadn’t he always been gentle? Hadn’t he held them through every scrape and heartbreak, never raising his voice, never judging? Hadn’t he proven, time and again, that he would protect them from anything?

How could his boy—his boy—be afraid of him?

“Tell me, baby,” Johnny whispered, his voice thick as he pulled Callum’s head back against his chest. He wasn’t ready for his son to see the tears gathering in his own eyes. That look, that fear,had cut deeper than anything else ever had. “Ye dinnae have to be scared, Cal. Not with me. Never.”

After those words, Johnny felt his son’s arms tighten around him, so tight it was almost suffocating. Callum clung to him like he was the last safe place in the world, and the tears didn’t stop. His sweet boy, always the pleaser, was trying to stifle his sobs, biting them back so he wouldn’t wake his siblings or his mum. Even in his own pain, he was thinking of others.

That only broke Johnny’s heart more.

“I’m scared to tell you, Dad,” Callum murmured into his father’s chest, his voice shaky and muffled. He still couldn’t bring himself to lift his head from the comfort Johnny gave him. “I don’t want you to think different of me.”

Johnny sighed softly, shaking his head against his son’s hair. “What are ye on about?” he whispered. “Ye could kill someone and ye'd still be my sweet son, Callum.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his boy’s head, slow and steady, hoping it would soothe him enough to speak.

“I need to ken, son,” he added quietly, not wanting to push, but aching for answers. “It’s killing me to see ye like this. Ye can tell me anything. Me and yer mum, we’re never gonna judge ye. Never.”

Callum took a deep breath, sniffing one last time before finally pulling back from the embrace. He looked up at his father, eyes wide and glassy, big tears threatening to spill down his flushed cheeks. His eyes were bloodshot, his nose red from all the crying and rubbing.

“Ethan, he…” he started, voice barely a murmur. Johnny could see how much it cost him to even begin. “Me and Ethan… we, um…”

Callum closed his eyes, gathering the last of his courage. His chest rose with another breath, this one deeper, shakier.

“I’m gay, Dad.”

The words slipped out in a whisper, hanging in the stillness of the kitchen like a secret finally set free. The clock ticked quietly past fifteen minutes past midnight.

After a few seconds of silence, Johnny let out a long, relieved sigh.

“That’s it?” he asked, brows lifting slightly.

“What?” Callum opened his eyes, blinking in confusion. “You’re… you’re not mad?”

Johnny frowned, but this time not out of confusion, this time, it hurt. Deeply. That his boy could think he’d be angry, or worse, disgusted just for loving someone. There was nothing his kids could say that would ever make him stop loving them. And certainly not who they loved.

“Baby,” Johnny murmured, shaking his head. He reached for Callum again and pulled him into his arms without hesitation.“I dinnae know what I did, or didnae do, that made ye think I’d be angry because ye like boys,” he said gently. “And I mean this in the kindest way, I truly dinnae care who ye love, Callum. As long as they’re good to ye, good people… that’s all that matters to me.”

He pressed another soft kiss to the top of his son’s head, holding him close like he had when Callum was little, like he always would.

“I was so scared, Dad,” Callum whispered, another heavy tear sliding down his cheek. “And Ethan said he didn’t want to hide anymore, but I didn’t know what to do… so he left, so angry. And he hasn’t been answering my texts…”

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Johnny cooed softly. “Everything’s going to be fine, Cal. If Ethan’s anything like his dad, he gets angry fast… but then the guilt eats him alive.”

Johnny chuckled, remembering all too well how Simon’s temper could flare.

“You really think so?” Callum looked up at his dad, eyes wide with hope and trust.

Johnny brushed a stray tear from his son’s cheek and nodded slowly, a soft smile spreading across his face. “I ken so.”

After a few seconds of silence, Johnny gently guided his son to sit at the kitchen table. He filled a small cup with the still-warm tea, adding just the right amount of milk and sugar—just how Callum liked it.

The moment the cup was set in front of him, Callum’s phone buzzed. Then again. And again.

Messages. From Ethan.

“Told ye,” Johnny smirked, pressing one last kiss to his boy’s head. “Don’t forget to turn the light off. I love ye.”

And with that, Johnny headed upstairs, feet quiet against the floor. He crept into bed, careful not to startle you as he slid in beside your warmth. Slipping an arm around your waist, he pulled you close, breathing you in. He had longed for this all evening, the comfort of your presence.

But even as he lay there, wrapped in everything he loved, one thought refused to leave him. Callum had been scared to tell them he was gay. And that, that would sit with Johnny for a long while.

“You alright?” you murmured against his neck, your hand slowly caressing his chest, feeling how damp it was with the remnants of your son's tears.

“I dinnae think so,” Johnny sighed, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Callum was scared to tell me something… and it broke my heart a little.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his neck and tightened your hold around him.

“They’re kids, Johnny. They’ve got a whole world outside this house. So many voices in their heads, telling them horrible things. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Your voice was thick with sleep, but still steady, still sure. “Society’s just pure shit, my love.”

Your words made sense. Johnny could shelter them all he wanted, but the outside world would always be vicious. All he could truly do was be their safe place, their comfort, their reassurance. Just like tonight. That was what really mattered.

Because in the end, Callum had come to him. Scared, vulnerable, but trusting. He’d still sought out his father’s arms, his love, his words.

And that meant everything.

“Yeah… yeah,” Johnny whispered, his voice thick with sleep. “Ye're right, my darling.”

happy pride month !

[mommy-mortis]

"Glory"

Remmick x Black!reader

Prompt: "Oopsy, you weren't supposed to see that"

Notes/Warnings: Smut, Fake Marriage

Search →Location→Gigs→Domestic gigs

Fake Wife needed Compensation: Negotiable

Fake wife needed, single male with a rare and severe sun allergy that makes it impossible to go out in the day looking for a Wife. Pretend to be my wife and deal with social and legal daytime obligations that I may have trouble completing.

Requirements

• Must have a well kept appearance, wear appropriate attire while preforming outside social interactions, to keep up with social expectations.

• Accompany Husband(me) to social events when asked, and keep up agreeable behavior while at said events.

• Stay out of the basement.

Benefits

• Living in a fully furnished home for free.

• Monthly Allowance.

• Full access to house (not including basement) to decorate as desired.

post id: 785XXXXXX posted: about 15 hours ago ♥

You stare at a Gregslist posting that you had stumbled upon, trying to find something quick and easy enough that could help with the rent that was already past due. It screamed Gregslist killer, but if it was real maybe you could get out of this shit hole, maybe you could start over with your life.

The only reason you were even in this situation was because you chose to trust the wrong person; you had both moved from your hometown over a thousand miles away to seek your fortune in the cities. You were supposed to look out for one another but they had ditched you, gotten married to someone of some means and peaced out. And without even paying their share of the rent, forcing you to scramble for ends. You were able to scrounge up the money for the first couple years after their departure, by using your saving and the kindness of your family, but you just couldn’t do it anymore.

This wasn’t living, this was surviving; all your dreams had been thrown out the window when they pulled their bullshit stunt. “I just don’t want to struggle anymore,” this is what they said as they packed, neither of you had been truly struggling, not like you are now. Both of your goals had been close enough to touch, and in a year or so they could have accomplished all that they wanted; they just didn’t want to work anymore. Which you could understand, but how could they leave so easily without even asking if you’d be okay? Everyday that you woke up, would be more heartrendingly painful than the next.

Looking over at the empty pantry that you never seem to keep full, to the empty pet bowl to a picture of a pet that you had to surrender to the state just so they wouldn’t go hungry, to the barren décor; what did you even have to lose? At a certain point who even cared if they were a killer? You weren’t living anyway.Hello,

I saw your listing on Gregslist, and would like to audition for the role as your Wife. Attached are a few pictures of me, if I look like your ideal wife give me a call at (XXX-555-2564) hope to hear from you soon.

A day goes by without any answer so you decide to take a peek at the listing again to see when the last time he was on, and your heart sinks immediately.

Either he chose someone else, or (and the most likely reason) it was a fake ad that got taken down. You’re seconds from crying when your phone rings.

“Hello.”

“Yes…”

“Right now…Shades…”

“Yeah I’ll be there in…”

He wanted to meet you at the 24hour diner down the street from your apartment. The fact that he chose to meet you at a place with witnesses, was a positive sign that he wasn’t a serial killer right? It’s so late at night though, it must be hard to navigate life with an allergy to the sun.

You wasted no time getting dressed and walking to the diner where a man stood off to the side with shades, ‘That must be him’ you walk up to greet him.

“Well, hello there Sweetheart.” You can't place where he’s from, he must travel often enough to develop an ambiguous accent. ‘Was that even possible?’ You had been a little taken back by his easy use of endearments, but maybe that was just something he had picked up like the accent.

You don’t know what you were expecting him to look like but this wasn’t quite it. He did look clean and put together, but he dressed like someone over half a decade older than him, it felt like he was trying to prove… maybe even trying to hide something. The only thing that seemed to be out of place on him, were the pair of tinted shades he had on. You wanted to ask about his clothing, but decided against it, the last thing you wanted to do was shame him for his choice in fashion. Not when you were in stuck in such a deep hole, practically begging for help.

Though he must have already realized you were on your last match, you're guessing that's the only reason he placed an ad on gregslist, only a desperate person would reply. It wasn't like he was hideous, it was actually quite the opposite; since he wasn't completely irredeemable in the looks area, this could only mean that he was so morally bankrupt that no one in his circle wanted anything to do with him.

He cleared his throat snapping you of the mental gymnastics your mind was doing, trying to find out what was wrong with this man. “Would you mind inviting me in?” He smiles “One of my many eccentricities that I’m hoping you’ll have the patience for.”

Was this a kink thing? You wave him forward as inconspicuously as you can, not wanting anyone to witness whatever kink play he was having you perform, no matter how small.

He smiles walking past you, he chooses a seat in the back of the dinner where you both sit in silence, until the waitstaff comes around asking to get you refreshments. You could afford enough for a water, so that's what you order, while he orders ¾ a cup of black coffee. As the waitstaff nods and walks away he can't keep his eyes off you.

“The photos don’t do you justice you are quite beautiful.” You nod thanking him for his complement, but couldn’t see what he was seeing. You hadn’t worn anything special to impress him, just what was clean and made sense. You complemented him back, and wondered if it would be too forward to let him know that he made your pussy clench when you first met, or would that be outta pocket?

Before you can think any harder on the subject, the waitstaff comes back around; they place down your drinks and ask you what you’d like to order. You clam up, you couldn't even afford a proper drink, there is no way you'd be able to afford anything on the menu, maybe if you ask for half a piece of toast.

Noticing your inner struggle, he tells the waitstaff that you'd like more time. Lightly brushing his hand over yours he leans in, “Have whatever you want don’t worry about the bill.” Embarrassed but grateful for his discretion, you nod, thanking him for his generosity. And when the waitstaff comes back around you order something that you know that you'll like, not wanting to waste his money.

You watch as he orders something similar. “So… Remmick what do you do for work?” ‘That was a safe enough question right?’ “Restoration and Preservation” he gives you a smile but says nothing else, your not sure how to follow up with that. He seems content to just sit there in silence enjoying the heat coming from his coffee, though he never seems to take a sip.

Neither of you say another word, not even when your food arrives. You wait a second for him to begin eating, but when he just sits there not moving you decide to start without him, not commenting on the lack of bites he takes from his own plate. This seems to have been the correct thing to do, because when you’re finished eating he smiles at you; ‘Was he a feeder? It wasn’t exactly serial killer behavior but you’d think he’d be upfront with something like that.’

When the waitstaff comes back around to take payment, they notice the food still sitting on his plate, they ask if everything was alright, and if they could make him something different. He just waves them off, asking for a to-go container instead, when they come back with his receipt and containers, he thanks and tips them before they walk away.

When you're finally alone again, he slides his untouched plate over to you, handing you the containers. “Here pack this up for me, Darlin’,” you do as your told, packing everything neatly away, even putting the container in the paper bag that was left on the table for it. He nods and smiles, but you're truly confused to what you've done to put him in such an agreeable mood.

“Yea’ I think this” he says pointing between him and you “Is gon’ work out just fine” He flags down a random worker and asks for a pen and paper, he then writes down an address with a date and time. “I’ll have a moving truck pick you up, just be ready.” He pulls out a few hundred dollars, you eye the money with far more hunger than you mean to. Embarrassed you look away, just so he doesn’t see the desperation in your eyes.

He taps his finger on the diner table to get your attention, your head snaps in his direction and behind his shades, you see he has a hunger too just a different kind. “Here’s fir yer time, and don’t you go on tryin’ to pay the movers, they’ve already been compensated, kay?” He hands you the money with the slip of paper on top of it.

You start to get up to leave, but he gently grabs your hand before you can fully get going. “I don't think we ever gave each other our names,” His hands are freezing making you shiver, no wondered he ordered that coffee. You tell him your name and he nods picking up the bag of left overs, with a couple of fingers he hands them to you. “Name’s Remmick, Remmick O’Connell and I think we’ll be gettin’ on just fine.”

You make your way safely home placing your leftovers in the fridge; you weren’t quite sure what to think about Remmick, he was most certainly a weirdo, but you couldn't figure out what kind. A knock comes from your apartment door, and your heart droops; did he follow you home? Great now he was going to kill you and take his money back, you were going to be broke even in the afterlife.

You quickly walk over to your door to look through the peep hole, you let out a deep sigh not from being relived but from frustration. Standing front of your door was the owner of the property, they never missed a day to harass you, you open your door but before you have a chance to ask them what they want they begin yelling.

“So you have enough money to eat out but not enough to pay me my money?” You begin to message your temples, “Please I just got home, can’t we talk about this later?” Folding their hands over their chest “Fuck no we can’t talk about this later, small town fucks like you always movin’ to the cities to make it ‘big’, causin’ problems for the locals, cus’ all of a sudden you can’t pay rent, this ain’t in the middle of bum fuck, and rent ain’t two cents and bag of corn!”

Not being able to take it anymore, you slam the door in their face and scream. “Just leave me the fuck alone for the night, I’ll have your money soon, then my small town ass will be outta your hair!” You can hear them sputtering behind the door “Ya! you better have my fuckin’ money, don’t forget I know people!” You scoff, that’s what everyone here said, “I know people” ‘Who the fuck cares!’ You hoped more than anything that everything with Remmick worked out, you don’t think you can do this anymore.

As expected the movers had come in the middle of the night; you told them to move silently as not to wake the neighbors, but in truth you had your own selfish reasons for telling them to be quiet.

What you hadn’t expected was for Remmick to show up in tow.

“Can I come in?” He looks almost giddy.

“Yes, of course please come in, what made you stop by?”

Smiling he steps past the entrance taking a look around, “It occurred to me that you might not have a way to get to me on your own, and having a driver pick you up for me felt too… formal, for our kinda relationship.”

“Thank you, I had planned to hitch a ride with the movers, but now looking at the lack of room in their truck, I don’t think I would have fit.” Giving the apartment another once over you begin to grow anxious, Remmick notices and asks if anything is wrong. “Nothing” you give him a tight smile “It would just be best if we left soon.”

From the time that you met Remmick to the arrival of the moving trucks you had been silently packing everything you could, you really do plan to pay the property owner but with a lack of funds all you can do is leave quietly then pay latter, unfortunately nothing got past your property owner, not even in the middle of the night.

Dramatically entering your apartment without even asking, the property owner stomps their way over to where you and Remmick are talking. “Hmph, just like a field mouse, trying to scurry away. listen I don’t know who the fuck ya are, but she ain’t goin’ nowhere without paying whats already due!”

You want to sink into the floor, shame encasing you like amber.

Without even looking your way or pausing Remmick smiles at the scowling asshole in front of you, that’s purposely trying to make you look bad. “Well, how much does my girl owe ya’?”

You wince at the amount.

He just smiles looking over to one of the movers that had been waiting by the door. “Grab my checkbook” as he waits he looks over at the property owner “You do take checks right?”

The owner folds their arms and give Remmick a sharp nod.

“Remmick, you don’t have to-” He places a hand on your shoulder placing a finger in front of his lips “Shh, don’t worry about it Darlin’, this is nothing if it means I can get you home quicker.” He winks at you making your face heat up.

With a flick of his wrist he cuts the check, handing it over to the owner, not even blinking as he erases the debt that had consumed your life, and been the reason for all of your stress.

“If this bounces…” They sneer at Remmick

He rolls his eyes but tries to keep a smile on his face “It won’t” his irritation slowly growing as the property owner just stands there.

You look at the property owner with exhaustion “Can we get a little privacy?”

“Don’t come back” they spit.

“She won’t” “I won’t” You look at each other and he smiles at you but you lower your head in embarrassment.

You hear the door slam, as the property owner makes one last grand exit in your life. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s fine.”

“No it’s not but thank you for saying so.”

He looks around at your small barren apartment, a place that always brought you pain until you felt you were suffocating from its existence. “Are ya ready to go Baby girl?” you nod following him and silently prayed you’d never have be in a situation like this again, no matter what. You jump in the passenger side, you wait for Remmick to start driving but he just looks over at you. “Put on your seat belt sweetheart, safety first”

“Of course” you fasten yourself in still in awe of what occurred.

When you finally arrive at his home you take a good look around; he lives in a gated community with cookie cutter homes planted in rows.

Without being told to, the movers park and begin to move your things inside of the house. Remmick came to the passenger side of the car and lets you out, placing his hand on your lower back, he guides you into his home. He looks excited to show you around; from the kitchen and pantry, to the bed rooms and study, and finally the living room passing by the basement.

Your eyes only lingered for a second, but long enough for Remmick to notice, redirecting you to where you are now. “This is one of my favorite pieces in this house.” He says waving towards the coffee table beside your legs “It’s sturdy and reliable, had it for years; refused to get rid of it no matter how far I’ve come”

He seems nervous about something, and you soon find out what, as he gets on one knee in front of you your confused at first until he pulls out a ring box, “You’ll need this to make it, um… Official.” You slowly hold out your hand, he takes the ring and band out of its box placing both on your finger. If you’re shocked that they fit, you don’t show it. Instead you thank him and complement the style of the rings he beams at this. It all seems a little too sentimental to you but you allow it.

It doesn’t take long before your bedroom is ready; you hadn’t asked them to but the movers had to the best of their abilities put all of your things away. You didn’t have much but the things you did have were important enough to have brought them with you. You lay down for the night looking at the ceiling of your room. It’s always hard to fall asleep somewhere new for the first time. But as you let the day wash over you, you let yourself become comfortable, lulling yourself off into a dreamland; you don’t notice your door opening.

In the morning as you’re getting ready, you notice a few pairs of underwear missing, maybe they got lost in the move, but you doubt it. ‘Was this the kind of people Remmick employed?’

You make your way downstairs noticing all the blinds to the house are closed tightly. The only thing keeping the house lit were strategically placed floor lamps, and sconce lights on the walls. Giving off the feeling of it being daytime, but without the danger it could pose to Remmick. Speak of the devil you find Remmick sitting in the living room waiting for you, sitting opposite of him are a couple of people that seem to somehow be related, ‘Maybe cousins?’

They introduced themselves as your personnel seamstress and tailor; they quickly begin to take your measurements as Remmick looks on, amused at how green you are at everything happening. “You’re my wife and you’ll need to look the part” he lists your responsibilities, minding the garden and directing the gardener, talking with neighbors to keep up a friendly appearance, and showing up to meetings he can’t personally attend. This gig was starting to sound more like the job of a personal assistant. You ask him about that but he just laughs, “Aye, I could do that, but I like to think I’m cutting out the middle man this way. Too many people get involved with that kind of arrangement; this just feels more private.”

He looks at you “When you have to live like I do, privacy is something you begin to cherish.” You don’t ask any more questions, and when your new wardrobe arrives you fall into your new assigned role, tending to Remmick’s life during the day time, and in the afternoon relaxing around the house.

After a while he slowly begins to join you, at first he was too shy and assumed he was intruding on your private time. “How can you be intruding, we’re husband and wife.” you joke playfully but after that begins to play his role on his sleeve, giving you flowers out of the blue, and jewelry that he thinks might suit you. You think of stopping him, but decide to just go with it, it wasn’t hurting anyone and it seemed to make him happy.

He finds you in the kitchen one day, prepping a bouquet of flowers he had gifted you, you planned to put them in a vase and place them on the kitchen table. He stands at the entrance just watching you, he liked to do that. His habit of watching you probably stems from a lack of human interactions due to his sun allergy, at least that’s what you believe, but you never see him staring at clients when they stop by, like he stares at you.

Sometimes you feel like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a fox, and wonder if you should run away. But then you look back at him and see that he’s just a puppy, you shake away any feeling of uneasiness that tries to plant itself inside your heart, and instead try to convince yourself that everything is normal.

He smiles at you as you wave him over.

“Thank you again for the flowers they’re beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” He’s obvious trying to be suave but he comes off more like a boy with a crush, you chuckle, thanking him for the complement.

“Darlin’ I came seeking you out to ask you to attend as my date for a party.” He looks nervous asking you, as if you’d say no. You don’t think you could even if you wanted to, it was in your agreed upon requirements; you noticed he needed your approval for things that had already been agreed upon. Maybe what he really needed was for someone to pretend for him, perform for him. “No where I’d rather be, Honey” You smile throwing his overt use of endearments back at him, you watch him vibrate with excitement.

“Party’s just a short in and out, just business; just invite me in like the first time we met and smile, you can mingle but we won’t be there too long.” After he informs you of what his expectations are, he stands and watches you as you finish doing what you had been doing when he walked in.

Is it bad that you sometimes want to kiss him, feel his lips against yours, like a real couple? You wave the thought away, you’re forgetting why you’re here, ‘Don’t get attached, don’t get attached, don’t get attached.’ You try to snap out of your grand delusions, but it gets harder and harder when he’s like this.

You sigh, trying to dig your heart deeper into your chest, you spend the rest of your day like this with him by your side, just taking up each others time, until nighttime falls and you bid each other goodnight.

That night, you can’t help as yourself as you move your fingertips down your body, pretending that they were his. At first you’d been too self-conscious to do this in his house, but it’s been a while, and any hangups you had quickly melted in your panties the longer you were around him. It’s been so long that it doesn’t take much to find your release, you choke out his name while playing with your body. Even though his room is down the hall you try to be quiet, you didn’t know how thick the walls were.

The walls are thick enough that you never hear the body on the other side of your door, desperately joining you in your release, begging to be let in. You slowly drift to sleep without a clue to the body you’ve wrecked, like soft tides on a sand castle unaware of their destruction, but no lest devastating. He cleans his mess up leaving you to sleep and keeping you unaware.

For the party he calls the seamstress and tailor duo for you again; he let them adorn you with soft silk fabrics until you stand there in all your beauty. Remmick’s eyes never leaving your body, you begin to feel light headed as your pulse quickens and you begin to feel hot all over just from his gaze. The seamstress looks at you then to Remmick with concern “Mr. O’Connell, are you doing alright you have something-” they both motion to the side of his face where you can see a wet shimmer dripping from his chin ‘Was he drooling?’

He touches the side of his chin looking away, “Forgive me y’all’, I have some business to attend to in the study.” He looks back at the seamstress and tailor “Make sure to give my Wife whatever she wants.” After he leaves it doesn’t take long to finish, but you still want his opinion on some of the styles you may want to wear in the future. He had said he’d be in his study; you can hear the muffled sound of his voice. You don’t think to knock, you just quietly enter, not wanting to interrupt him if he was on an important call.

That’s how you come into view of him leaning slightly back in his chair one hand gripping the chair’s arm rest and the other wrapped around his dick. You swear you meant to look away but noticed something in his hands; it was your panties that had gone missing your first night here. You watch as his eyes screw up moaning your name, as his pace picks up. You know it’s wrong, but you can’t look away, and when he finally does notice you standing there, he’s too far gone to stop himself from cumming into the underwear fisted around his cock. “Jesus, fuck” he cries out panting out your name he tries to cover himself.

You turn around a tad to late “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt your private time.” you listen as he makes himself decent but you choose not to turn back around.

“I-I” he tries to stammer out an excuse but there’s nothing that he could say that wouldn’t make this situation worse.

“Please don’t say anything, we don’t have to talk about it, it doesn’t have to mean anything” there is a heavy silence between you.

“Alright.” he sounds so defeated, you wait for him to say anything else but when he stays quiet you decide to leave, pausing you turn back towards him, doing your best not to make eye contact. “I’m not sure if I, uh need to say this but, you can keep them, the panties.” looking at your underwear in his hands, he quickly places them behind his back. You leave quickly just in case he tries to explain himself again.

You spend most of your time in your room after that, only going out to preform your agreed upon duties, and talking with the seamstress and tailor about the attire you’ll be wearing for the gathering. Ever so often you find yourself checking to see if any more panties come up missing; they don’t, and the day for the party slowly approaches. The day before, you take extra care with your hair regimen, so that you can focus on your body.

The night before, after you come out of your bathroom glowing, you find multiple bra and pantie sets laid on your bed; they were definitely more expensive than the cheap pairs that he had stolen, was this an apology?

Should you apologize too? What he did was fucked up, but you didn’t need to continue watching, but you wanted to, you enjoyed watching him come undone with just a pair of cheap panties that you had gotten in a pack on sale.

You wonder if he still uses them; the thought begins to excite you but you can’t waste time fantasizing at the moment. You try not to waste anymore time; you pick out a set of undergarments and put on the final design of the dress, letting the Seamstress and Tailor in to make sure it’s laying right.

He smiles as you make your way towards him. ‘Fuck, he looks amazing’ maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to avoid him all this time, you had forgotten what he did to your body. He says nothing about the gifts he left on your bed, he doesn’t even ask if you were wearing them, you were but it’s nice that he’s gentleman enough not to ask about it. ‘Though not gentleman enough not to steal my panties.’ You wrap yourself around the arm he offers while he walks you to the car, he opens the door for you making sure your settled he places the seat belt on you, closing your door then jumping in the car and doing the same for himself, before hitting the highway.

Handing his keys over to a valet he smiles at you. “Before we go in I want to say something.” ‘Oh god, please don’t let him bring up what happened in the study, oh god please.’ “You look absolutely breathtaking.” You smile at him, giving your thanks; you let him lead you to the house where the social gathering was. Unlike when you first met you don’t wait for him to ask, immediately you invite him in.

Allowing him to place his hand on your lower back, you let him guide you over to a handsome older gentleman, with hair that was graying on his temples, who you can only assume is the Host for tonight. You had assumed that you wouldn’t know anyone here, and you wish that had been the case; but standing right behind him was the person that had got you into this whole mess. You didn’t know whether to punch them or thank them; instead you act like you don’t know them, letting introductions flow freely as if this was your first meeting.

“Where have you been hiding such a lovely wife?” the host remarks.

Remmick caresses your cheek. “Well you know I can be a very jealous man, and shes truly the apple of my eye,” He says looking at you with so much unadulterated love, that you almost look behind yourself to see who he’s talking about. “It’s hard to not want to keep ‘er locked up.” He says with a little to much honesty, that it even makes the host uncomfortable.

They chuckle and start to talk about business, at that you tune them out, every so often glancing around the party. Remmick’s hand never leaves your lower back; as he talks, a possessiveness that you never knew he had shines through, and everyone around could see it.

Remmick leans down and whispers in your ear making you shiver you don’t know if he noticed, but a smirk forms on his lips. “Be right back, remember what I said just an in and out.” You nod, watching Remmick and the host entering doors to the back rooms.

You had hopped your ex roommate would do the honorable thing and just ignore you like you had planned to ignore them, but you weren’t so lucky. They walked straight to you as the two men walked away. “Funny bumping into you here.” You continue to ignore them giving them the barest of acknowledgments.

“It’s good to see you again, looks like you finally followed my lead, and let go of your foolish dreams. Better to give up sooner than to die broke later, am I right?” That was your limit; why couldn’t they just leave you alone? “I never gave up on my dreams, and that is not why I’m here right now, it was you that couldn't cut it, not me.” You try to keep your voice down but they’re making it hard, before they can needle you again, someone that you assumed works for them tries to whisper in their ear, but you catch parts of the conversion. Band arrived but singer left separately, never showed. They look over at you, watching as you try to pretend like you’re not eavesdropping, smirking they point at you.

“We have a replacement right here. Tell the band to get ready, she’ll be on in a few.” The color leaves your face. “What are you doing” You hiss at them. “What, you said you never gave up on your dreams, or was that just a bunch of hypocritical bullshit you were spouting to make yourself feel better about snagging a sugar daddy like me, while still looking down at me from your high chair?” Brushing past them you make sure to bump into their shoulder. “Witness me Bitch” It comes out as playful, you would gladly raise to their challenge.

“Give me something worth witnessing” They smile knowing just what to say to rile you up, and for a second it’s as if you both were back in that apartment, two broke kids trying to make it big.

As you’re handed a mic you don’t have time to think if what your about to sing is business friendly, or if it will embarrass Remmick, you just feel the words flow out of you like a firework busting from its casing.

“Glory, glory, glory to the night That shows me what I am..”

You don’t know when Remmick comes back but he’s watching you intently, as you pour your soul out into a party full of strangers, and you hope this doesn’t break your agreement.

“As I go to the party on my knees Saying "Take it all, please"

You lock eyes with him as you sing, and just like that night in the dinner you see that hunger in his eyes, and it was meant for you.

“Glory, glory, glory to the night It shows me what I am”

He smiles as if he had finally found what he was looking for in life, and you realize right at that moment the hunger in his eyes was always meant for you, and that thought scares you, It could mean only one thing.

“I'm not happy or sad, just up or down And always bad”

Remmick had fallen in love with you.

As you finish the song you watch as your old friend walk away probably on their way to find their husband. Remmick walks towards you looking like he wants to kiss you, and you think would have let him if everyone including you weren’t suddenly shocked by a shrill scream that comes from the backrooms. The person that you used to know comes stumbling out of the doors. “He’s dead, please someone help, my husband he’s been murdered, get help!” You watch as people around you slowly begin to try and get help, but stop in their tracks as the host and supposedly dead husband, makes an appearance behind them with an oddly familiar smile.

“Sweetheart, I’m old not dead.” He places a hand on their lower back. “I can’t party like I used to, I need to re-energize somehow, and I’d like to do it without putting stuff in my nose.” He stage whispers making everyone breakout in a nervous laugh. “I apologize everyone, my young spouse here has mistaken my light nap for a visit from the grim reaper.”

Instead of nervously laughing along with everyone else they push their husband, the host away; you hear audible gasps all around as they make their way over to you grabbing you by your arms. Their eyes full of the kind of panicking desperation you only see in horror movies, they try to get you to listen to them “I know what I saw, please, pleas-”

Not sure what to believe you let their husband usher them away, not noticing the light stain on his collar as their screams become more panicked. Remmick quickly guides you out of the party without saying goodbye to anyone. No matter what they did in the past you hoped they would be okay, but you had a feeling in your guts that you just witnessed the death of a memory.

Getting you in the car he hits the highway towards home.

“I didn’t know you could sing.” It was something you wanted to keep to yourself, didn’t want it to be a part of you that you sold, but you couldn’t say that. Instead you say “Didn’t want to bother you with my silly little hobbies.” “It didn’t sound like just a hobby to me, sounded like something special, beautiful, real goddamn beautiful.” You thank him but don’t say anything else on the matter, and for a second it’s quiet as he drives. “Will you do it again, just for me?”

“Is that a request or a demand?” ‘Did that sound bitter?’

He takes a quick glance over at you, making sure to keep his eyes on the road for the most part. He drives in silence for the rest of the trip. Parking the car in the driveway, he softly grabs your hand while looking you in the eyes. “I’m not requesting or demanding but beggin’ ya please sing for me.”

You were only teasing him, you hadn’t planned to sing for him, but his pleading made you smile. He brings is lips to the back of your hand kissing it softly, glancing over at you he must know by now what he did to you, he begins to lean towards you and you know what he wants.

You unbuckle your seat belt not waiting for him you get out of the car, you practically sprinting to the house, you had to get away from him before you did something stupid.

He sprints after you calling your name.

Closing the door behind himself he finds you in the living room, walking towards the stairs to the upstairs bedrooms, but he stops you turning your body towards him, till you’re facing his chest.

“We shouldn’t.” You place your hands on his chest, it felt like a sin to want him so badly.

“Why not?” He says eyelashes almost touching you as he goes in to kiss you again.

“I think I'll regret this.” You start off with slow kisses, but soon you both get desperate, trying to get a taste of each other with every touch of your lips.

He runs down your body with his lips leaving kisses in his wake, as he rips open the front of your dress. The sound of shock leaves your lips, but he covers them with his own moaning into your mouth, as you paw at his belt working it loose with your fingers. He runs his fingers over your exposed bra looking for your nipple, he rips the fabric of the bra kissing and sucking on your breast then to your nipple, when he finally gets your titty free.

You unbutton his slacks, pulling them down far enough to release his dick from his underwear, before you can wrap your hand around him he pulls back from you. You watch as his chest lifts up and down, slowly descending in front of you he looks almost animalistic as he gets on his knees, he lifts your dress up, pulling your panties down. You don’t expect it, so when he pulls you down, pushing your back flush against the coffee table, and dives between your thighs with his tongue, you make a choked noise.

You try to close your legs from the over stimulation but he keeps you open, your legs firmly placed on his shoulders; he wasn’t going to let you go until you gave him what he wanted. Your hips lifting off the coffee table your hand goes to his hair pulling him deeper into your snatch. As you moan his name, you cum on his tongue and feel as he laps the juices off your cunt.

“Oh Fuck sweetheart you taste like heaven.” As you run your hands through his hair you notice that he has natural waves, “Beautiful.” The word leaves your lips as he grabs your hand, kissing the palm of your hands as he pulls you on top of him. You sink slowly on his length, already weeping with pre-cum. You begin to ride him like you were starved for just the taste of him. “Fuck love, please slow down it’s been a while, I’m not gon’ta last!” You look down at him with a smirk on your lips, he gave you no mercy, so why should you give him any? You kick it into over drive, rolling your hips with purpose.

Remmick tries to grab your hips to slow you down, but you grab his hands placing one on the titty he had ripped your bra just to get a taste of and the other on your lips kissing his fingertips. “Fuck so good, I can’t!” He’s practically weeping under you, as you keep rolling your hips in a smooth but relentless motion. You’re closer to the edge than you thought, you cum all over his dick, as he finds release in you. Panting each others names, delirious with euphoria he holds you close as you feel drops of him start to drip out of you.

After that day it feels like you are closer then ever, he lets his natural waves lay on his head, cause he knows you like to play with them and you sing to him in the after noon letting him lay his head on your lap. Everything feels like paradise, that is until you’re doing a little morning gardening and one of your neighbor sees you.

Waving you over they seem nervous at first, saying they weren’t going to bring it up, but you seemed like such a nice and normal couple. “Do you know about the people that your Husband brings home at night?” Blinking, that wasn’t what you had expected them to say. “What-, Mr. O’Connell… My Husband is in the business of restoration and with his sun allergy-” They don’t look convinced just like you don’t feel it. “It’s just that when they leave they look so disheveled, as if they had removed their clothing.” Your fists clench, you didn’t want to hear this. “What are you trying to imply?” “I didn’t mean to offend” “I don’t know what is going on in that mind of yours but I suggest you just forget what you saw.”

You try to breathe but it’s become harder. “Now I have roses to take care of, good day.” You hadn’t meant to sound so angry, but you hadn’t known of any people of the night visiting Remmick. Of course it would have been while you were asleep, and yes there had been times when you woke up to find his side of the bed empty, but he was probably in the basement working on restorations.

Beside it wasn’t your place to question what he did with his time; that’s right, you were just his fake wife, but you were his real lover and the thought of him in the arms of someone else made you so sick. You could barely breathe; you’re quiet for the rest of the week, and if Remmick noticed anything he doesn’t say a word. You can barely look at him without envisioning him making love to some random faceless person, to the point you begin to have nightmares about it.

It’s due to one of those nightmares that you awaken in the middle of the night; your neighbors words getting to you as you reach out for a body that you knew wasn’t there. You glance to the windows getting up when you hear the sound of his car driving into the driveway, you slowly pull back the curtains just enough to stay hidden, but also enough to peek outside.

You watch as he pops out of his car with someone that you’ve never seen before, at least you don’t remember seeing them; could they be someone from the parties he took you to? Your hand covers your mouth as he wraps his arm around their waist, and your heart drops into your stomach; your neighbor had been right, he was bring people home.

You don’t know why but you can’t help yourself as you creep downstairs; you see the basement door ajar and you don’t know what compels you to, but you steadily make your way down the stairs. Every part of your mind is telling you to go back upstairs, ‘what will you even do when you catch him in the act with someone else?’ ‘Are you really willing to ruin everything just to, what, sate your curiosity?’ ‘Please, please, please, turn around!’ Your heart screams at you to stop.

When you make it to the base of the stairs what you expected to see wasn’t there, not completely. They were naked but instead of seeing two people fucking like their lives depended on it, you find Remmick moments away from biting some poor persons throat out, with a Tarp laid neatly on the concrete floor so as not to leave any stains. You try to go back upstairs but a shovel leaning against the wall falls as you bump into it, alerting them both that you saw what was happening. Shocked by your presence Remmick stops dead in his tracks; had his eyes always been that color that was so deeply red, so inhuman? He loosens his grip on his victims body. “Sweetheart I can explain.” As he scrambles to glue together some kind of half lie his victim gets away before Remmick can catch them, running towards the stairs their salvation just feet away.

You grab the shovel off the floor that had been leaning against the wall and in one swift motion you wack the victim across their face; as they fall back you watch as Remmick grabs them by their hair, pulling them back over to the tarp. Both of their eyes never leaving you, one filled with betrayal the other filled with curiosity, you watch as Remmick gets down on his knees, forcing the victim’s head to the side as he bites down on their neck.

His eyes stay locked on you as takes all he can from them. As their eyes roll back losing consciousness and body becomes limp, what you’ve done catches up to your brain. You slowly turn away from him, making your way back up stairs, sitting in the living room. You don’t know how long you wait, but it was long enough that Remmick is walking towards you.

With his Victim a few steps behind him, now fully dressed, they smile at you. They give you a wave as if to say no hard feelings on helping them get murdered; you look at Remmick’s face still covered in blood as he lays a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry baby, you weren’t meant to see that.” You notice that his fingers are still elongated; your eyes snap forward focusing to the object in front of you, it really is a nice coffee table.

If you like what you read check out my other stories from my 'Corner Store' Series where you the readers get to pick the prompt.

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Okay hear me out what kinks would the creeps have 🤔

✦ . jeff the killer

Degradation + Biting

Jeff gets off on power and chaos—so you better believe he enjoys hearing you beg, cry, and call him names. He wants you a mess.

“C’mon, say it again—call me a monster. You like it when I ruin you.”

Also: He bites. Deep. Playfully or not. If he draws blood, he considers it a job-well-done.

✦ . ticci toby

Overstimulation + Praise

Toby’s love language is praise when he’s not killing. He needs to hear you want him, over and over. He loses his mind if you beg him to keep going, digging his feet and going as hard as he can. All just to hear your approval.

“You’re takin’ it so good, s-sweetheart… shit, I didn’t think you’d last this long.”

✦ . eyeless jack

Body Worship + Control

Jack is surprisingly reverent. He likes the science of you—how your body reacts, what makes you tremble. He’ll pin you down and take his time, running over every square inch inside and out. Whatever makes you squeal is what he takes notes on.

“You’re beautiful when you fall apart like this. Slow down now, let me make you feel good.”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Rough Sex + Ownership

Tim’s possessive in bed—he needs to claim. Nothing soft. He grabs your throat just to feel your pulse and squeeze the air out of your lungs. When your body is completely limp and eyes are rolling back, he really gets into you.

“Mine. You got that? Say it.”

Also: Gets off on you being fully clothed while he’s dry humping you. It’s the anticipation and desire to be inside of you, but making you cum in your underwear first that makes him feral.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Power Exchange + Silent Dom

Brian doesn’t talk much during sex, but his touch commands. He likes obedience—not because he demands it, but because you give it. It’s his touch and whispers against your neck that have you falling to his every whim, not any stern words or threats.

“Good girl,” murmured low, quiet in your ear while he ruins you slowly.

He’s the type to make you ask permission to cum.

✦ . kate the chaser

Spanking + Domme Energy

Kate likes control and isn’t shy about taking what she wants. She gets off on watching you obey—even better if you’re defiant first. Any excuse to grip you by the back do the neck and lay you over her lap is a good one.

“Don’t act innocent now. You wanted to be punished.”

Wields a knife and a strap equally well.

✦ . ben drowned

Teasing + Remote Control

Ben’s all about games—he’ll tease you for hours, hack into a vibrator, send you risky messages during work. He loves watching you squirm. Keeping that little pulsing bullet inside while you try and speak, yeah.

“Try not to moan, cutie. Everyone’s watching.”

✦ . clockwork

Switching + Knife Play

Natalie loves both topping and being thrown around. Knife against the throat? Yes. Letting you ride her while she moans your name? Also yes. Sex with her is always a dramatic rollercoaster of emotions and strength.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll leave a mark—but only where no one else can see.”

✦ . laughing jack

Fear Play + Pet Names

He lives for fearplay—light sadism, psychological teasing, and whispering filthy things through a grin. He’ll chase you through the woods, sneak around corners and pin you against walls, anything to get your heart beating out of your chest.

“You look scared… Don’t worry, doll. I’ll be gentle. Ish.”

✦ . slenderman

Mind Control + Tentacle Play

Slender’s kinks are cerebral, surreal—he gets inside your head. He makes you want it. Elegant, controlling, utterly overwhelming. Anything that has your mind pulsing along with your insides If your eyes are glassy and your mouth can hardly shut, he’s satisfied.

“You were made for this. Made for me.”

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Unraveled in her arms - Alexia Putellas x Reader - Smut - Been a while since I really deep dived into the smut... - probably not the best smut but it's something

It's been five months of loving Alexia with your whole heart. Though your relationship is still new, it feels like you've known each other forever. Everything between you just feels so natural. Like it's always meant to be.

But even though it feels like you've been together forever, you’ve both chosen to take things slow. You haven’t gone public yet. Partly because Alexia has an entire fan army behind her, and not all of them understand boundaries… or basic human decency.

Of course, the fans have been speculating. relentlessly. Sometimes it feels like they’re private investigators, and honestly, it’s a little scary. But Alexia always reassures you. She reminds you that what you two have is real and that no amount of noise from the outside world can touch it. With her, you feel safe. And that makes all the difference.

You woke up nestled in her arms this morning. Still heavy with sleep. Maybe you could drift off again… but probably not. You can feel her soft steady breathing against your neck. Her arms gently wrapped around you. She's still fast asleep. Completely at peace.

But you? Not so much. The thing is… when you're ovulating, everything feels heightened. Your body. Your mind. Your desire. And right now… with her warmth pressed against you. Her scent. Her skin. Things are starting to feel really hot. Sleep is officially off the table.

Two weeks ago, the two of you finally took the next step and became intimate. It took time. You're naturally shy, and sometimes your insecurities get the better of you. Alexia, patient as ever, mirrored your quiet hesitance. She was a little shy too, which meant neither of you rushed anything or pushed beyond what felt right.

But two weeks ago, something shifted. It wasn't planned or dramatic. Just a quiet, perfect moment where everything aligned. The trust. The closeness. The love. It all built up into something tender and real. And in that moment… you both let go of the nerves. The second-guessing. And simply reached for each other. It was soft. A little clumsy. Full of whispered laughter and quiet understanding. But it was yours. And it changed everything.

Alexia gained confidence quickly. Especially after seeing the effect she had on you. How vocal and uninhibited you became in her arms. She made you feel safe in a way no one ever had. And without that safety, you know you wouldn’t have been able to let go the way you did.

Since that night, though, things have been quiet. Not out of distance but out of life simply getting in the way. Alexia had to leave for camp and you’ve been buried in work, coming home more drained than anything else. The timing just… hasn’t aligned.

But this morning is different. Today, finally, is a day off for both of you. No alarms. No obligations. Just time. Slow. Quiet. And yours to share. And as the sunlight spills across the sheets and her arm tightens slightly around your waist in her sleep… you can’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, the space between you is about to close again.

Of course, the insecurity creeps back in. Because as much as you want to just turn around and jump her bones. A small part of you holds back. You're worried about comng on too strong. About ruining the quiet comfort of the moment. You don't want to scare her or make her feel pressured.

And then there’s the other thing. You know how intense your desire can get when you’re ovulating. How wet you get. How needy you feel. It’s not something you can control. But past partners didn’t exactly handle it well. Some made you feel embarrassed, even ashamed. Like your body was too much. Too messy. Too inconvenient.

Before your thoughts can spiral any further, you feel a small shift behind you. Alexia stirs.

A soft breath escapes her lips as she nuzzles closer. Her nose brushing against the back of your neck. Then comes the quiet, sleepy murmur of your name. Her voice still heavy with dreams. One of her arms tightens around your waist. Grounding you instantly.

"You're awake," she whispers, warm and close.

You nod, heart racing. And before you can even begin to untangle all the worries clouding your mind… she presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

"Been thinkin' about you," she adds, a lazy smile in her voice.

And just like that, the storm in your head quiets. Because she's here, holding you like she never wants to let go.

You turn slowly. Pressing your lips to hers in a lingering kiss. She shifts onto her back, pulling you closer. Wrapping her arms tightly around you until your bodies are flush against each other. Your core presses against her thigh and a sharp bite to your lip betrays just how good it feels.

She notices. Her eyes flutter open. A knowing smile curving her lips as she whispers, “You like that, don’t you?”

You nod, but then gently pull back just enough to catch her gaze. Your breath hitching slightly. There’s a quiet vulnerability in your eyes as you search hers. Silently asking if this is really okay.

She smiles softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Hey,” she murmurs, “you don’t have to hold back. I want this. Us. Whenever you’re ready.”

You take a deep breath, then admit softly, “I think I’m ovulating right now… and, well, things can get a little messy. I just don’t want to freak you out.”

She looks at you, eyes warm and steady, and shakes her head gently. “Hey, that’s natural. Nothing about you scares me. We’ll take it slow, whatever you need.”

She reaches down and gently pulls you closer by your hips. Guiding you to shift so your core presses firmly against her thigh. Through your panties, she can feel the wetness. Warm and unmistakable. Tracing against her skin. A slow, satisfied smile spreads across her face as she leans in, whispering, “God, that’s so hot.”

You freeze for a moment at her words, heat rising even more as her breath fans against your ear. Her fingers trace lazy circles along your back. Grounding you. Inviting you to relax.

She moves her hand down to rest on your hip, squeezing gently. “Don’t hold back,” she murmurs, her voice low and inviting. “I want to feel every part of you.”

Encouraged by her confidence, you start to move just a little more. The friction sending a delicious warmth between you both. Her thigh presses harder against your core, and you feel her smile deepen as she leans closer. Lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“God, you’re driving me crazy,” she whispers. “I want you. Right here. Right now.”

Encouraged by her words and the warmth of her touch, you let yourself give in a little more. Soft moans slipping past your lips as your body responds. You press closer, letting your neediness show. Your breath growing heavier.

She smiles against your skin, her fingers tightening gently on your hip as she murmurs, “That’s it… don’t hold back.”

With every sound you make, every movement closer to her, the air between you thickens with desire. Raw. Honest, And entirely yours.

Still learning each other’s bodies, she notices you growing a little too close and gently lets you pause. You glance nervously at her thigh. Noticing the wetness there and worry you might be overwhelming her.

But she quickly reassures you with a soft smile. “I just want to switch things up a bit.”

With that, she slips off her sleep shirt, inviting you to press gentle kisses to her bare skin. She settles back against the headboard, hands reaching to help you out of your soaked panties and her shirt.

Then, you settle between her legs. Your back resting against her chest. Feeling the warmth of her body wrapped around you. The closeness is intimate and comforting. A new rhythm unfolding between you both as you continue to explore each other with tender curiosity.

Her hands begin their slow, deliberate exploration. Teasing along your skin with featherlight touches that make your breath catch. Fingers trail over your curves. Tracing the delicate lines of your ribs and dipping lower. Every brush sending shivers through your body. Then, with a gentle boldness, her fingers find your core.

Her breath hitches sharply at the slick heat she feels beneath her touch, and you can’t hold back. The soft whine and moan that escape you are raw and needy. Your body arching into her fingertips. She smiles against your skin, Her touch both teasing and sure. Moving in slow, tantalizing circles that make you writhe beneath her. Desperate and achingly close.

But she doesn’t rush. Her fingers pull away, traveling back up your body. Tracing the sensitive spots along your sides and collarbone. Keeping you on the edge. Craving more. Then, just as you start to lose yourself… she returns. Her touch firmer. More focused. Coaxing every ounce of your desire.

Her voice is low, sultry but sweet as she whispers against your ear, “You’re so beautiful like this… so open, so wet for me. I love how sensitive you are. How easily I can make you lose control.”

You shiver at her words, every nerve ending alive. The fear rising that you might come just from her talk alone. But she senses your tension and presses a soft kiss to your neck. Her voice calming and confident.

“Don’t be afraid, baby. I know exactly how to take care of you.”

She presses a soft, lingering kiss to the curve of your neck. Her lips warm and tender against your skin. The sensation sends a fresh wave of heat through you. Grounding you in the moment. Reminding you that you’re safe. Wanted. Cherished.

Then, without hesitation, her fingers slip inside you. Slow. Deliberate. And utterly attentive. Every movement is measured, perfectly in tune with your body’s responses. She takes her time. Exploring. Coaxing. And bringing you deeper into a space where pleasure feels limitless and completely hers to give.

You lean fully against her now. Your back flush with her front. Feeling the steady, comforting weight of her body wrapped around you. Your hands instinctively reach down to her thighs. Gripping the soft, warm skin just as her fingers move with more confident urgency inside you.

Her breath catches in a low, breathy moan. Feeling you gripping her thights. Vibrating against your neck as you move together. Her touch and your desire intertwining. The sound of her pleasure only fuels yours. Your body trembling with every stroke. Every sigh, . Every whispered word shared between you.

She pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes. Her gaze dark and hungry. Lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

“God, you’re so fucking hot like this,” she murmurs, voice thick with desire.

“And don’t think I’m done… because I’m soaked too. Looks like we’re definitely going to need a round two.”

[azzinator3000]

Locked Doors

Title: Locked Doors 

Word count (so far): 1.9K 

Content: Friends-to-lovers, secret relationship, intense sexual tension, UConn season 2023/2024

Warnings: Mature Content (Minors DNI)

Pairing: Pazzi

Summary:

Azzi Fudd has one golden rule: don't like this too much. Especially not when "this" involves tangled limbs, whispered reassurances, and the intoxicating heat of Paige Bueckers' lap. They're UConn's star duo, aiming for a national championship, meticulously crafted for public consumption. But behind closed dorm doors, their long-standing "friendship" has morphed into something dangerously undeniable

INTRODUCTION (December, 2023)

Azzi Fudd had decided: she really, really shouldn’t be liking this as much as she did.

She was trying to make sense of it in her head, but, honestly? Not that hard.

Maybe it was the tequila, still drumming hot in her body, like a bassline she couldn’t quite shut off. Maybe it was the pure, sharp joy of being back on the court with the Huskies after so long, slipping into that rhythm that felt like home. Maybe it was just that being near Paige Bueckers always made her lose every shred of common sense

Probably all of the above

That’s how she’d ended up here, sitting on Paige’s lap in her dorm room, like the next morning wouldn’t come and they wouldn’t both go back to that careful, careful dance where they swore it didn’t mean anything

Except, it did

It always did

And truly, there was no place Azzi liked being more than right here—her arms looped around Paige’s shoulders, her fingers tangled in Paige’s impossibly blonde hair, her body pressed against Paige’s chest. There was no place that felt more right than Paige Fucking Bueckers’ lap.

Which meant she was utterly, completely, fucked

She shouldn’t be wanting this so bad. She shouldn’t be wanting her so bad

Because the thing about Paige Bueckers? Everyone wanted her. On the court, off the court, on highlight reels, in sneaker deals. Paige was the girl. Tall, blonde, built like she was carved out of pure focus and sharp edges. She played like a storm and walked like she didn’t owe anyone her time. She was confident, she was controlled, she was… everything

The only problem was: Paige didn’t do this. She didn’t talk about feelings. She didn’t have girlfriends. Paige had been raised in a world where she was supposed to be perfect. Marketable. Carefully built for greatness.

So, when they touched—when they kissed—when they stumbled out of parties together and into the mess of each other—it always came with this quiet, heavy but.

But we can’t.

But it’s just for now.

But it doesn’t mean anything, right?

Azzi had been pretending that was enough.

But she was starting to wonder if pretending was just another way to break her own heart.

Their teammates knew—of course they knew.

KK would just roll her eyes whenever Azzi sat just a little too close to Paige on the team bus. Ice would nudge her ribs like we see you or just grin and say something just on the edge of teasing.

But no one said it out loud. Because Paige and Azzi didn’t say it out loud.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

But Azzi was beginning to think yet was still coming. And when it did, she wasn’t sure either of them would know what to do with it.

But for tonight? For now?

Azzi leaned in, her breath ghosting over Paige’s lips, smiling like she knew exactly what she was about to ruin.

“Tell me to stop,” Azzi whispered.

Paige’s grip on Azzi’s waist didn't just tighten; it became an anchor, pulling Azzi flush against her, no space left to breathe or think. And then Paige kissed her. It wasn’t a kiss, not really. 

It was a declaration, a guttural need pressed against Azzi’s mouth, claiming her. 

Paige’s lips were open, hungry, demanding, and her tongue was already there, sweeping inside, a desperate dance that left Azzi breathless and reeling. 

This was not the gentle exploration of friends; this was a storm, wild and consuming.

Azzi’s body arched, responding instinctively, her own desperate desire mirroring Paige's ferocity. She gasped into the kiss, a soft moan escaping her throat, and Paige devoured the sound.

There was no room for thought, no space for the "buts" that usually haunted them. 

Only sensation: the sharp taste of tequila and the cool whisper of mint on Paige's breath, the subtle scent of Paige’s shampoo, the soft friction of their clothes, the hard, unyielding muscle beneath her hands as Azzi’s fingers dug into Paige’s scalp, pulling her impossibly closer, deepening the kiss, chasing that feeling of blissful oblivion.

Paige shifted, a low sound vibrating in her chest, urging Azzi on. Her leg hooked around Azzi’s hip, a natural move, one they’d done a hundred times, on a hundred different couches, in a hundred different moods. It felt like coming home, even as it felt utterly dangerous. 

Paige’s hand slipped under Azzi’s shirt, cool fingers tracing the curve of her breast, then splaying wide over her lower back, pressing her closer still until Azzi could feel the frantic beat of Paige’s heart against her own.

This was December. The air outside was crisp, winter settling in. The Huskies were deep into their season, every practice, every game, a step closer to the national championship. The stakes were higher than ever, the pressure palpable.

And here they were, two of the best college players in the country, tucked away in a dorm room, risking everything for moments like these.

Azzi knew the narrative: Paige Bueckers, the golden girl, the current face of women’s college basketball, meticulously crafted for superstardom. And Azzi, the quiet powerhouse, the future of the game. Their careers, their public images, were meticulously managed. A whisper of this could unravel it all. 

Paige broke the kiss, just enough for Azzi to gasp for air, her forehead resting against Azzi’s. Her light eyes, usually so sharp and analytical on the court, were soft now, a little dazed, but burning with an unyielding hunger.

“I would never,” Paige breathed, her voice rough, hoarse, her gaze fixed on Azzi’s lips like they were the answer to every question. “I would never tell you to stop.”

“Think they’re still at the bar?” Azzi finally managed to whisper, her voice barely a breath. The words felt ridiculously mundane, but the question was urgent. They’d slipped away, two minutes after Ice had started dancing on a table, feigning exhaustion and an early night. 

“Probably ordering another round, Princess,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the curve of Azzi’s jaw, sending shivers down her neck. The pet name always made Azzi’s stomach flip. 

Princess. It felt possessive, intimate, everything they weren’t supposed to be. “We bought ourselves… maybe ten more minutes before KK decides to come hunt us down and ask why her favorite ‘friend’ is missing.”

Azzi laughed, a low, shaky sound that still felt a little too loud in the quiet room. She imagined KK, all five-foot-nine of her, stomping down the hall.

“Yeah, so we need to be quiet,” Azzi said, her eyes flitting to the door, then back to Paige.

The memory of the bar bathroom flashed through her mind—the sticky floor, the faint smell of disinfectant, the frantic, desperate scramble of their bodies against the cold tile, hands tearing at clothes, mouths devouring mouths.

They’d stumbled out, flushed and disheveled, pretending it was just the heat of the crowd, the effect of too many drinks. No one had looked twice. Or maybe everyone had, and simply chosen not to comment (as usual).

Paige’s gaze followed hers, then returned, darkening with a playful intensity. “Quiet? Is that a challenge, Princess?” Her fingers tightened, pulling Azzi’s hips forward, grinding them subtly against her own. Azzi gasped, a small, choked sound.

“Paige,” Azzi whispered, a warning mixed with a plea. “They’ll be here any minute. We can’t…”

“Can’t we?” Paige cut her off, her eyes holding Azzi captive. She leaned in again, not for another full kiss, but to whisper against Azzi’s mouth, her breath hot and sweet. “Or do you just want them to hear, Azzi Fudd?” 

The sudden, jarring realization that their time was truly finite struck Azzi with a cold force. It wasn’t just the fear of being caught by the team; it was the larger, more existential dread of their expiration date. Paige was a senior. This was her last year at UConn, her final shot at the national title with this team, with Azzi by her side. After this, everything would change. 

Paige would go pro, the WNBA, a world of even harsher spotlights and greater scrutiny. Azzi would still be here, playing another year, leading the Huskies. The distance, the pressure, the inevitable public scrutiny—it would swallow whatever this was whole.

“We really need to be quiet Bueckers,” Azzi insisted again, her voice a little stronger this time, even as her mind still wandered. She pressed her fingers against Paige’s strong shoulder, a silent plea for restraint. It was a self-preservation instinct kicking in, a tiny part of her still fighting for control.

“Fine,” Paige said, but then her eyes narrowed

Azzi knew that look. It was the same look Paige got on the court when she was about to do something audacious, something that shouldn't work but always did. It was the look that said, I dare you.

Her gaze dropped to Paige’s lips, still slightly swollen, still looking utterly kissable. “What?” Azzi asked, her voice barely audible. Her body was still on fire, every nerve ending alive and buzzing, a stark contrast to the silence she was now trying to enforce.

Paige leaned in, her eyes never leaving Azzi’s. “We have to be quiet,” she repeated, her voice a low murmur that seemed to wrap around Azzi. “But we don’t have to stop touching.” Her hand, which had been resting on Azzi’s knee, began to move, slowly, deliberately, up the inside of Azzi’s thigh. The heat of her palm seared through the soft cotton of her underwear, a direct line to Azzi’s core.

Azzi gasped, her breath catching in her throat, her eyes widening. The sudden, intimate touch was a direct assault on her precarious control. Every fiber of her being screamed to pull away, to regain some semblance of composure before the girls came back. 

“Paige,” she breathed, a desperate plea.

Paige’s grin widened, a silent, knowing triumph. “Shhh, Princess,” she whispered, her gaze locked with Azzi’s as her fingers moved higher, her touch light but insistent. “Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would we?”

Paige was pushing Azzi to the very edge of her control, demanding a different kind of quiet, a breathless, desperate silence born of raw, unadulterated sensation. Azzi could feel the tremor starting in her legs, the slow, agonizing build of desire that Paige always seemed to orchestrate with such effortless precision.

Each creak of the floorboards outside, each distant murmur from the hallway, was a stark reminder of their impending discovery, but even that fear, potent as it was, couldn't completely drown out the delicious, terrifying pull of Paige's touch.

Azzi closed her eyes, biting down on her lip, a silent battle raging within her, but for tonight, right here, on Paige Bueckers' lap, Azzi was ready to burn

[wonluhver]

Mingyu Focus

M = Content Warnings for Smut

! = Personal All Time Favs.

Red Card [M] - smut/fluff, non-idol au, 80s au (aesthetics only), childhood friends to lovers, oneshot.

Mingyu's been there through everything. From childhood to now. What happens when he gets hurt and someone else has to step in and play the hero?

! Clarity [M] - bf's best friend mingyu, (awkward) acquaintances to lovers, the other side of the f2l trope, angst, smut, you could say there's a drizzle of fluff, one shot. side of bad bf!jungkook.

Mingyu doesn't want to pay you any mind. To him, you're just another girl that'll get her heart broken by his dumb best friend.

Why would he care, right? He shouldn't care about the crying sounds he hears from his bedroom when his friend stands you up for the girl he's actually in love with. And he shouldn't be getting close to you. He shouldn't dread the day his friend decides to end things with you and bring someone else home. He shouldn't be wishing to have met you first.

! Save the Date [M] - smut, fluff, angst, frenemies to lovers, oneshot.

5 weddings in one year. 5 dates you saved for you and your boyfriend to attend — before he cheated. and now, you had to force your best friend, vernon, to go with you. but after losing a bet, mingyu agrees to take vernon’s place and be your date. this wasn’t how any of this was supposed to go, but you guess you could settle going with your only one-night-stand from college.

Theories and Heartstrings [M] - Neighbours AU! Fake Dating AU! (but only one is fake dating. It’ll make sense when you read it, lol). Non-Idol AU!. angst, fluff, smut. completed series.

As a writer with a mildly cynical take on love, you’ve always believed people have a “type”—a pattern they never stray from when it comes to dating. And Kim Mingyu? He’s the textbook definition of someone who wouldn’t go for someone like you, nor would you go for him. But you test your theory when a fateful run-in with your charming neighbour sparks an unexpected attraction.

The plan? Go on dates with him and count how many it takes before your heart gets involved—if it ever does. But Mingyu is unpredictable, effortlessly breaking down your carefully constructed walls with every smile, every late-night conversation, every moment that feels too easy to be just an experiment.

The real problem? Secrets never stay secrets for long. And when Mingyu finds out the truth behind your so-called theory, will it prove you right, or that love doesn’t follow the rules you thought it did?

! Again and Again [M] - exes, fake dating, mutual pining, idol!gyu, vet!reader, mild angst, fluff, smut, oneshot.

your mother calls one day, asking if you’re bringing mingyu along for chuseok this year. in your panic, you end up giving her an affirmative—never mind the fact that you and mingyu have stopped seeing each other over half a year ago.

Covert Desires - spy au, mafia, enemies to lovers, fake marriage, mutual pining, spies, angst, fluff, killing, oneshot.

he mission is simple - infiltrate a high-stakes auction that the top leaders, businessmen, women, and politicians of the world attend every year and steal one of the most highly guarded and hidden-away paintings from the target’s collection. the only downside, you had to work with kim mingyu, whom you absolutely hated. and to make it even worse, you had to pretend to be his wife for this mission to work.

! Challenge me [M] - College!Au, porn with plot(s), crack, OT13 x afab!Reader (mingyu/scoups focused), smut. unfinished series.

you have never been a person to turn down a challenge, but when your best friend challenges you to hook up with 13 boys in one semester you kinda wish you were.

Wicked Games [M] - angst, fluff, smut (18+), bartender mingyu, friends to rebound fucking, no strings attached (fwb to lovers), mingyu/wonwoo focused. unfinished (? i think) series - still ongoing.

Kim Mingyu came into your life at a time when you needed a friend the most. And that he was: a friend that you could confide in and laugh together, share your secrets with and perhaps, share a burden that was too similar to his.

Kitty Claws - a svt spiderman x jujutsu kaisen au, spiderman!mingyu, blackcat!reader, lots of banter, mild fighting scenes = mentions of blood and injuries !!, fluff with angst if you squint. oneshot.

being a superhero isn't as easy as it seems, and it's even harder when you're notorious supervillain black cat with a past threatening to catch up with you and a pesky spider that won't leave you alone.

Get Him Back [M] - lead guitarist!kim mingyu x lead singer!fem!reader, romance, angst, smut (oral sex, unprotected sex (please stay safe irl!), wall sex, angry sex, overstimulation, dirty talk), exes to lovers au, band au, oneshot.

years after your messy breakup that broke up the band, you and mingyu are forced back together for a reunion tour—and the public can’t get enough of your chemistry. on stage, you’re electric, but backstage it’s all snide comments, heated arguments, and mingyu slipping in petty lyric changes just to piss you off. you’re not sure what’s worse: how much you still hate him or how much you don’t.

What Do I Call You? [M-ish] - college au, idiots friends to lovers au ; angst, fluff, suggestive ? slightly smutty? themes. football player!kim mingyu x fem!college journalist!reader. oneshot.

your best friend is a man of many facets - a creative architecture student, a skilled football player, a wonderful friend and a sought-after lover. not that he'd ever truly glance anyone's way, especially not when his heart has always been set on you.

! Dessert First [M] - baker! mingyu, wedding planner!YN, fluff, smut, angst, exes to lovers, oneshot.

You've got a great life. Your wedding planning business is booming, your clients are great, and you're finally over your ex-boyfriend after years of pining. Or you are, until the universe decides to test if those three things are actually true.

! Lost in the West [M] - fake dating (kind of), friends to lovers, holiday!au | fluff, smut, romance, oneshot.

where your best friend pretends to be your boyfriend for the holidays so you can avoid more nagging from your mother. except your whole family thought you were already dating.

!!! Kim Mingyu's (unhelpful) Guide to Losing your Virginity [M] - smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au, oneshot.

after accidentally telling your friends that kim mingyu took your virginity (he didn’t), you’re shocked when he proposes to relieve you of the fabled v-card for good (he does).

! The Very First Night [M] - angst, smut, exes to lovers au, roommates au. oneshot.

the search for a new place to live takes a turn for the worse when the only person willing to split rent with you is your ex-boyfriend

for my best friend who i promised i would post mingyu recs for,, youre welcome. ignore how half of these are exes to lovers, or fake dating to lovers... i'm okay...

other recs

[meowssmer]

Caleb x reader/mc

CW: pseudocest

You accidentally cut yourself and Caleb tries to clean your wounds.

— 🍎🍏 —

It hurts. He knows. Your eyes keep flickering to the floor, never staying on his face. You cut yourself trying to make bunnies out of apple slices. He chuckles a little at that. Hurting yourself for him... he detests it, but there's a joy swelling in him. For him, for him, for him.

He drags your hand closer to his mouth and slowly pushes his tongue out onto your cuts. It was his fault you were hurt— he'll rectify this. He'd do anything for you. It's in his nature, programmed into his flesh and blood.

You're flinching at the pain, but you never pull away. He smiles against the palm of your hand. His broken bird who willingly stays in its cage, he's so happy you chose him. He has crafted this perfect stage for you, preformed as your loving brother and golden child. Everything: a lie. For you, for you, for you.

He nips at your skin. No longer does he remember what he was doing this for. To fix his wrongs? To heal you? How will they know you're his? Without marred flesh, smooth and soft, land to be dug through. He wants to be buried within you. His coffin— remember him— forever and ever. Be haunted by him even without physical form or voice. Living in you: his pulsing muscle and twitching eyes. His heart in yours. He loves you, he molded you.

You let him hurt you, it's permission enough. Laying limp a bewildered expression possessing you, he's sure he looks pathetic right now. Heaving with so much want, body wracked with desire built up from years living under the same roof. He's pretty sure he'll die from this. Die for you, die because of you. The details elude him, he doesn't care, as long as you're here, he won't ever care.

He lets out a breath. The heat makes you shiver. He loves the way you react to him, only him. He's so focused on you he doesn't realize he's shaking. As overjoyed he is, he is deeply afraid you'll pull away when you finally come to your senses. When the pain stops numbing you, you'll really see him. Not your golden perfect brother, but a man whose soul burnt to ash for you.

Disgusting, pathetic, clingy Caleb. An idiot who thinks he can fly into the blazing Sun without setting on fire. Will you let him? Without the haze, in clear skies without clouds or rain, will you let him? You look at him. Do you know? That untethered look in your eyes— it hurts him the most. At last, he bites.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Behind Her Back Part 2

Read Part 1 before! Part 3 will be posted in a few days? Maybe lol

Summary: You knew it was risky sneaking into Bob's room; all it took was one wrong door opening for everything to crumble but Yelena won't find out yet...will she? And if she does, will Bob run or fight for the one thing he never thought he could have?

Warnings: Secret relationship, smutty with some soft Dom! Bob undertones, sibling betrayal / emotional fallout, an intense confrontation, references to past violence, and an emotionally charged declarations

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You shouldn’t have come to his room. That was the agreement. Keep it quiet. Keep it away from the compound. Away from Yelena.

But when he opened the door, shirtless, hair still damp from the shower, and a look in his eyes like he’d been thinking about you all day…your resolve crumbled.

His mouth was on yours the second you stepped inside. It wasn’t gentle. Not tonight. Not after pretending you didn’t exist in front of the entire team, not after nodding politely across the table at family dinner while he stared down at his plate and clenched his jaw.

No words were needed as you exchanged your feelings through the kiss. Bob backed you against the wall, big hands already under your shirt, lifting it, dying to touch you, to see you bare under him. His teeth scraped your bottom lip, his mouth devouring like he couldn’t get close enough, like your body was the only thing anchoring him to the ground.

“God, you’re gonna be the end of me,” he muttered into your skin, breath hot and ragged as he mouthed at your throat. “You know what you do to me, don’t you princess?” You whimpered, arms wrapped tight around his neck, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he lifted you. Carried you. Like it was nothing. Like you weighed less than the guilt pressing down on the two of you.

He dropped you onto the bed with a quiet growl, kissing down your chest, hands rough and worshipful all at once. You moaned feeling his lips worshipping your skin, you arched into his touch like you were starving for it. For him. “Keep your voice down,” he warned covering your mouth with his palm, voice thick with restraint as he settled between your legs. “Unless you want your sister to hear what a mess you become for me.” You gasped, breath catching as his mouth replaced his hand.

You tried. You really tried to be quiet. But Bob knew every button. Every weakness. Every way to push you toward the edge until you were muffling your moans into his shoulder, trembling beneath him like you might shatter. And when he kissed you after, slow and deep, he tasted like forbidden desire.

You didn’t hear the door at first. Bob did. His entire body stiffened. You blinked up at him, breathless, flushed, only to see his expression go cold. Not angry—fearful. Your brows furrowed confused at what happened so quickly. A voice cut you off before you could ask him what's wrong.

Yelena’s voice cuts the room like a blade. “Wow.”

You jerk away from Bob, blanket clutched to your chest, heart slamming into your ribs. She stands in the doorway, eyes burning holes into the floor, arms crossed like she’s trying to keep herself from doing something violent. Her voice is low, but lethal. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Bob’s muscles lock under your hands. You expect him to get up, grab his shirt, run like he should do when he’s cornered. But he doesn’t move. “Yelena,” he says quietly.

She ignores him. Her gaze snaps to you. “You told me it was nothing.” Your eyes widen hearing her venom be directed to you, “I—Lena, I didn’t mean to—”

“You lied to me,” she hisses, voice cracking. “You lied you betrayed me, and you let him—” She points at Bob, face twisting with resentment. “Do you have any idea what he can be?” Bob focuses on your face, seeing how heartbroken you look, how you’re clinging to him like he is what can protect you. His blood started to boil; family be damned no one can make you feel like this.  “She does,” Bob says. Calm. Steady. Dangerous in a way you’ve never seen him before, it was clear what was setting him off and it wasn’t towards her. It was for you.

Yelena turns to him, jaw clenched. “This isn’t your moment, Reynolds. This is between me and her.” He shakes his head, refusing to be silent. “No,” Bob says. “It’s not just between you two. Not anymore.” He gets out of bed, wrapping the bedsheet around his waist, bare feet on the cold floor, despite being naked he doesn’t even reach for a shirt. Just stands there like the mess is on full display and he’s not ashamed of it, not if it means protecting you.

“I love her,” he says. The words hit like a punch to the gut. Your breath catches. Yelena’s eyes widened.  Even he looks surprised by how easily they came out--but he doesn’t back down.

“I love her,” Bob repeats, firmer now.

“I know what I am. I know what I’ve done. I know what I can do.  But I also know that I would tear the world in half before I’d let anything touch her.”

Yelena laughs once—humorless, sharp. “You think love is enough to stop that thing inside you?”

Bob’s eyes don’t waver. “No. But I know she’s enough to stop everything.” You whisper his name, stunned. “I’m not leaving,” he says, without looking away from Yelena. “You can hate me. You can try to kill me if it’d make you feel better. You can tell me I don’t deserve her. Hell, you’re right. But I’m not going anywhere. And if she asks me to walk through fire for her—I will. Every fucking time.”

Yelena’s eyes shine with something between furious and aching. “You don’t get to break her.”

“I won’t,” Bob says, voice shaking now. “I’d break myself first.”

Silence. Just the three of you and the weight of all the words that had never been said before.

Yelena stares at you. Not with anger this time. But betrayal. Heartbreak. “I won't accept this, and he better be worth it,” she says finally, voice raw. “Because if he hurts you—” She looks at Bob. “—there won’t be a corner of this Earth he can hide in.”

She walks out, the door clicking shut behind her. And in the quiet that follows, Bob turns to you, like he’s afraid you’ll look at him differently now that he’s said it. But you don’t. You reach for him. And he collapses into your arms like a man who just survived his own execution.

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[dakusan]

📁 ASK D U M P 𓆩🩸𓆪 23 JUNE 2025

🩸 THE ALTAR IS WARM. TODAY'S ASK DUMP BEGINS.

You whispered into the void. I answered with fangs bared and hands blood-wet from dissecting your desires.

Today’s indulgence features vampire sugar highs, love-drunk delusions, ink on skin and hunger in veins, academic breakdowns, brat worship, and the kind of devotion that ruins you sweet. You asked for chaos. You’re getting kissed and killed in the same breath.

Lay back. Offer your throat. You know how this goes.

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🎀 ANON LOGGED: “I took a bullet for you, idiot, now say you love me before I die.”

🎀 anon, oh baby. You cooked, set the kitchen on fire, and then fed me the ashes—and i loved it. The vision is crystal clear, but you know what? We’re not doing the cheesy “throw-myself-in-front-of-you” trope like it’s a Hallmark adaptation with fangs. This is a vampire universe. We do angst with IQ. With blood. With consequences. So allow me to rewrite this chaos into something feral, logical, and absolutely unhinged.

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𖤐 Setting:

A clandestine black-market gala hosted by a medical-tech magnate—one of the few humans powerful enough to hold negotiations with Chan’s empire (LUXE / NOCTE LABS / ASHSUNE HOLDINGS). The location is neutral ground, secured by anti-vampire wards and surveillance scramblers. You’re there as his "human consultant" (but really because he can't go anywhere without keeping you in sensory range—not that he admits it).

𖤐 Relationship:

You and Chan? Wired wrong for each other. You argue, fight, push buttons, and yet—your blood only responds to him. And his pulse? Only spikes when you're near. He once called you a glitch in the matrix. You called him a walking extinction event in a three-piece suit. It's working, somehow.

You're pissed at him tonight—again. You argued in the car. Didn’t want to attend this gala, didn’t want to be on his leash. But he needed you close.

So you’re watching from a distance as Chan speaks to the host. Smiling with that false grin you hate. You sip your drink and freeze.

Something’s off. A movement in the corner. A glint from a cuff that isn’t regulation. The way the host’s heart rate just spiked for no reason.

You don’t think. You move. But not like a cliché heroine leaping in front of a bullet. No. You're smarter than that. You shout his name—loud enough to draw attention, hard enough to make him flinch. You throw your glass toward the target, shattering against the wall just as the gun is lifted.

That split second? That's all it takes.

The bullet meant for his brain misses. But a second one doesn’t. Because when Chan lunges toward you—thinking you’re in danger—you get clipped through the side. A high-velocity skim. But you're already falling.

Chan smells your blood before he sees it and then he erupts.

No hesitation. No negotiation. He kills the shooter mid-step. The sound of it makes the other guests scream. The smell of your blood makes Chan flicker.

His reflection glitches in the chrome. The veins in his face light up like static lightning. He is not stable.

And yet—he doesn’t bite you. He doesn’t run. He gathers you into his arms and runs to get you out.

At the hospital, it's chaos. You’re on the table. Nurses scrambling. Alarms screaming.

Chan is snarling at the surgical staff, covered in your blood. The only reason he hasn't turned the room into bone is because Felix is holding him back and Jisung is whispering “She’ll live, hyung. You have to let them work.”

They force him out.

And as soon as the door shuts—your body starts seizing from the trauma.

When you wake up, you’re intubated. Hands restrained to keep from ripping the tube out. Eyes open. Panic. You choke.

The nurse screams for a crash team. You flatline for a breath.

Felix—still in the room—calls Chan with shaking fingers. All he says is: “Hyung. She’s going. She’s—”

No more words. The line goes dead.

In that moment, the doors slam open. Chan is there in under ninety seconds. Eyes black, fangs exposed. “I told you,” he breathes as he sinks to your bedside. “You don’t get to leave me. Not like this. Not ever.”

You’re conscious just long enough to grab his shirt, eyes bleary.

“I meant it,” you whisper. “Earlier. I said it and I meant it.”

He stills. “…Said what?”

You smile—blood on your lips. “I love you. You psychotic, overprotective, arrogant son of a—”

MONITORS FLATLINE.

And he breaks. Not by screaming. Not by snarling. But by kissing your dying mouth like a man already mourning, bleeding into your mouth, knowing what that would do.

Chan turns you and you survive. Of course you do. Because this isn’t the end. It’s the beginning of something worse: a bond that’s now unstable. Fused by trauma. Heightened by rage.

You're his now. Fully. Even if you hate him for it. But oh… the sex after that? It's gonna be violent. It's gonna be obsessive. And it will never be soft again.

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🎀 anon? You gave me the bones. I gave you a massacre. Come back again 💋🦇

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❓ ANON LOGGED: “So like… are soulmates deluxe edition blood dolls or?”

OH HELLO ANON 🩸🖤. you’ve walked straight into the vortex—no map, no guide, just vibes and vampires with control issues. bless you

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❌ Q: Is there a big difference between a Blood Doll and a Soulmate?

🩸 A: NO. LMAOOO.

But also—yes, depending on who’s asking and who’s biting.

🔥 YOU CAN BE:

Just a Blood Doll → your blood is addictive, tailored, nourishing. You’re fed from. Maybe spoiled. Maybe used. Maybe loved. Maybe not.

Just a Soulmate → your soul is the perfect match, magnetic, fate-bound. Your presence stabilizes them. No blood necessary (but lmao it helps).

A Human Soulmate → rare. precious. soul-bonded without blood. But still... breakable. And you will be obsessed over.

A Blood Doll Soulmate → good luck. you are everything. you are their only meal. their only weakness. their ruin. You say jump? They say “will it save you?” You cry? They burn the city. You bleed? They bite like it’s the last supper.

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thank you sm for the ask, anon 🖤 your brain is deliciously curious and i love to see it. keep the questions coming, keep it messy, keep it bloody 💋🦇

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💕 LILLYMOCHILOVER LOGGED: “They see the bump and immediately start planning your entire future.”

OH LILLYMOCHILOVER 🩷 you absolute sweetheart—THANK YOU!! hearing you were giggling like an idiot? good. that was the goal 😌💅 because SKZ + pregnancy fluff is the serotonin shot we all need.

this is DEFINITELY becoming a SKZ x pregnancy mini series. Thank you for the love—and buckle in 💋🦇

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🦈 ANON LOGGED: “Fuck you, only I get to insult my vampire.”

HELLO 🦈 ANON, CONGRATS ON BEING CLAIMED— you’re in the roster now. i see you. i love you. and you know what? YOU ATE with this ask.

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🩸 VAMPIRE!SKZ x READER — “ONLY I GET TO TALK TO THEM LIKE THAT”

Prompt: You’re out in public. Someone starts mouthing off at your vampire—talking shit, throwing attitude, maybe even dropping old war rumors or calling them a monster to their face. They roll their eyes. They’re ready to leave. They’ve heard it all before. But you? Oh, you’re not having it.

Bang Chan

He’s the don’t engage, just eliminate type. Already turned his back, hand on your lower back, guiding you out. But the second you stop walking, he senses it. “You got something else to say?” you snap, turning back.

You don’t yell—but your words are like silver-tipped bullets.

Chan watches you drag the idiot through the verbal dirt, defending him like he’s some misunderstood king, not a centuries-old apex predator who’s eaten worse.

You spin back toward him, furious. “No one gets to talk to you like that. Except me.”

He blinks. Then smirks. Then kisses you so hard it almost draws blood. “God,” he murmurs. “Marry me again.”

Lee Minho

He’s eerily calm while someone insults him—just tilts his head, eyes black, calculating how long it would take to rip their spine out. You see it. You feel the silence crackling. “Let’s go,” he says.

But you step around him.

“Sorry, what was that? You don’t know him. You fear him. There’s a difference.”

Minho goes very still. Then smiles—something sharp and terrifying. When you’re done verbally gutting them, he drapes an arm around you.

“You really are mine, huh.”

(You don’t sleep that night. Too busy being rewarded.)

Seo Changbin

The insult hits mid-conversation—some asshole whispering loud enough to be heard. “Can’t believe they let him in. Disgusting.” Changbin’s jaw clenches. He shrugs it off. But his hand tightens around yours. He’s about to walk you out when you spin.

“Say it again. I dare you.”

Bystanders freeze.

You unload a verbal firestorm, praising Changbin’s strength, loyalty, control, and honour—and then finish with: “He could kill you in half a breath. But he doesn’t. That’s restraint. What do you have?”

Changbin stares at you the whole time like you hung the moon.

Later? He picks you up like you weigh nothing and whispers, “That was so hot.”

Hwang Hyunjin

Someone gets under his skin with elegant cruelty—subtle jabs about his past, his mother, the way he “seduces” people with fake charm. Hyunjin forces a smile. “I’ve heard worse.”

He starts to walk. But you don’t. You turn and go feral in iambic pentameter.

“You think he’s false because he’s beautiful? That his softness is a lie? You couldn’t survive a single day with his soul in your chest.”

Hyunjin just watches, mesmerized.

“You’re defending me,” he says later, voice raw.

“I always will.”

He kisses your wrist like it’s sacred.

Han Jisung

Someone mutters about “rats” and “turned trash” as you walk past. Jisung stiffens, shrugs it off. “Not worth it.” But you? You reverse like a car with a vengeance.

“Who the hell do you think you are? He’s a genius. You’re a fungus. Don’t open your mouth unless you’re asking for mercy.” You drag them for everything—their weak arguments, their ignorance, their fashion.

Jisung stares like you’ve just told him he’s the sun.

“I love you,” he says later, clutching his chest. “That was better than a blood high.”

Lee Felix

He’d normally respond with grace. With calm. But you see it—you feel it—when someone says he’s “too soft to be real.” They don’t know the monster under that sunshine. But when you defend him?

“No one gets to insult the light just because they’ve never seen it. He’s kind because he chooses to be. You wouldn’t last ten seconds if he wasn’t.”

Felix’s hand tightens in yours. His pupils flicker. “I didn’t know you got mad for me.”

“I’ll get mad for you every time.”

You don’t go home. He drags you into the car and shows you what it does to him.

Kim Seungmin

He’d rather annihilate them with sarcasm. But tonight? He lets you speak. You defend his mind, his strategies, his humanity.

“He’s ten steps ahead of you and still has the restraint to let you talk. That’s mercy.”

Seungmin, dry: “Why are you better at threats than me?”

You grin. “Practice.”

He doesn’t say thank you. He just holds your hand all night like it’s law.

Yang Jeongin

They call him “puppy.” They say he’s not real vamp material. He laughs it off, embarrassed. Until you step in.

“Laugh now. You’ll be dead before he even bares his fangs.”

Everyone goes silent.

You glare. “He’s got more fire in one look than you’ve got in your whole rotten soul.”

Jeongin blushes. Blinks. Then—“Holy shit… You’re kinda scary.”

You smirk. “And you’re mine.”

He smiles like he just won the world.

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🦈 anon, THANK YOU for this absolutely unhinged, half-asleep stroke of brilliance. You might’ve lied about sleeping, but you did not lie about living, laughing, and loving it—because same. Your brain is officially on the VIP list. Keep screaming into the void. I’ll be here, sharpening my fangs and feeding off it 💋🦇

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🐈‍⬛ ANON LOGGED: “Sure, he bought it for me… but I’m paying in bites and bruises later.”

OH 🐈‍⬛ ANON. You’ve triggered something primal. You think vampire!SKZ can say no to their blood doll?

BE SERIOUS. They’re ancient apex predators, yes. But when you look at them like that? When you’re soft, pouty, glowing, theirs?

They fold. They burn.

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🩸 CAN VAMPIRE!SKZ SAY NO TO THEIR BLOOD DOLL?

Answer: No. Absolutely not. They don’t even try.

🛍️ If you’re out shopping…

You glance at a necklace? It's bought. You smile at a limited edition plushie? It’s in your arms within minutes. You sigh near a window display? He’s already on his phone arranging a private delivery and cleared stock.

“Oh? You like it?” he says casually, voice velvet. And then dead serious: “You’re getting it. All of it.”

Payment? “No need. You’re already mine.”

🕰️ If they’ve been working for 27 hours straight…

You pad in, sleepy and soft. “Can you take a break?”

They grunt. “Busy.”

So you climb into their lap. Wrap your arms around their neck. Nuzzle into their throat. “Please?”

You whisper against his skin, “I’ll be good…”

Cue chair pushed back, computer powered down. He carries you out without another word. “You win,” he mutters. “But you’re paying me back in kisses.”

He lies. He just wants to hold you while you nap.

🎬 You want a movie night?

You don’t even have to speak. You just blink up at them, tug their sleeve, and whisper, “Come relax with me.”

That’s it.

Ancient vampire warlord now horizontal on the couch, letting you play with his hair and shove popcorn in his mouth.

🥺 "But I want it..."

That line alone? Nuclear.

If you say it while tugging their sleeve or sitting in their lap? Done. Wallet open. Schedule cleared. Kingdoms burned.

🩸 TLDR:

Vampire!SKZ are lethal, ancient, dominant…

Until you ask for something.

Then they’re just: “Yes.” “Yes.” “Of course.” “What else?” “Do you want two?” “Take my credit card.” “I’ll kill for it.” “I already bought it.” “You can have my blood instead.” “You want the moon? I’ll fetch it.”

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🐈‍⬛ anon, thank you for the gold. Keep asking things like this. I’ll keep collapsing like a Victorian woman with fangs 💋🦇

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🫧 ANON LOGGED: “Asking for loving reassurance from SKZ”

🫧 anon, first off—thank you for trusting me with this. I see you. I hear you. And I want you to know this: Your body is not a flaw to be fixed. It is a story. A legacy. A home. And vampire!SKZ? Oh, they worship every inch of it like it’s carved into their afterlives.

I’ll go the vampire route (because you know I’m feral for them), and we’ll keep this a soft-sensual blend—comfort with a bite, you know?Generalized to any insecurity, but carrying the tenderness you deserve.

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🩸 VAMPIRE!SKZ x INSECURE!READER — "SACRED SKIN"

🛑 TW: body insecurity, gentle reassurance, touch- and word-based comfort, soft smut implications (no explicit details)

Bang Chan — "You don't get to hide from me."

You tried to cover yourself in front of him once—shirt still clutched to your chest, head down, voice quiet.

And Chan?

He just walked over. Knelt in front of you like a knight bowing to royalty. “You don’t get to hide from me,” he whispered. “Not the person I crave. Not the body I worship. Not the skin that carries the scent I’d die for.”

He kissed your wrists. Your ribs. The small, trembling lines of yourself you thought weren’t enough. He didn’t fuck you that night. He just held you naked in candlelight and whispered, “Mine. Always.”

Lee Minho — "Tell me where it hurts."

He notices every shift—every tug at a sleeve, every way you tilt your body away from mirrors.

One night, he strips you slowly. Not to seduce, but to examine. Gently.

“Tell me where it hurts,” he murmurs.

You point. Softly.

So he kisses it. And again. And again. “Then I’ll love you there until it doesn’t.”

Minho doesn’t argue with your insecurity. He devours it until it becomes part of your beauty.

Seo Changbin — "How could you hate the body I love?"

It breaks him a little when you flinch at compliments. He pulls you into his lap and cups your face, stern and soft all at once.

“You don’t get to talk about yourself like that. Not when this body is my everything.” He traces your skin like a treasure map, lips brushing your neck. “You think I care what society wants? I’d burn society down for even thinking it could make you feel small.”

And then he fucks you with praise until you forget why you ever doubted.

Hwang Hyunjin — "Your body is art. Stop apologizing for it."

You sigh in the mirror one morning. Just a whisper of disappointment. But Hyunjin hears it like a scream.

He stands behind you. Wraps you in his arms. And starts painting. With fingers. With lips. With devotion.

“Do you think I’d sculpt a statue with anyone else’s shape?” He pulls you to the bed, lights dimmed low. “You are art. I will frame you in my memory. Again. And again. And again.”

Han Jisung — "Oh, baby. But I love you like this."

You try to brush it off. Laugh about it. Pretend it’s not real.

But Jisung knows better.

He kisses your shoulders. “You know what I see?” Your eyes fill. You don’t answer. “I see the person who makes me forget I’m a monster.”

He kisses every inch you once judged, whispering silly praise and soft promises, until your laugh is real again.

And then he tells you he’s never been harder in his life.

Lee Felix — "Your body brought me back to life."

You didn’t even say anything. Just looked at your reflection and winced. Felix saw it in your eyes. And felt it in your blood.

He cradled your face and said, “Do you know what your body does to me? It grounds me. It revives me.”

He lays you down like something sacred. Kisses your skin like scripture. And when you cry, he doesn’t flinch.

“I love you. Exactly like this. Especially like this.”

Kim Seungmin — "If you ever say that again, I’ll have to bite you out of punishment."

You joked once—half-heartedly—about not being “enough.” Seungmin didn’t laugh.

He pinned you to the wall and looked you dead in the eyes. “Don’t say that again. Not when I’m already trying to restrain myself because of how much I want you.”

He doesn’t coddle. He reclaims you. With mouth, hands, and voice. By the end, you can’t remember the insecurity. Just how he made you feel—like fire in a temple.

Yang Jeongin — "If I could be human again, I’d want to look like you."

It slips out one night. A soft confession. You tell him you don’t like your body.

He blinks. Quiet. Then says: “If I could trade immortality to look like you, I would. Because you’re perfect.”

You laugh. Think he’s teasing. He’s not.

He climbs into your lap and wraps himself around you like ivy. “I don’t love you despite your body. I love you because of it. Because it’s yours.”

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🫧 anon, thank you for this gentle, necessary ask. You are beautiful, and I mean that. If you ever forget, I’ll write you another reminder—in blood and devotion 💋🦇

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👻 ANON LOGGED: “You said no one would see? …Then why is your hand down my pants, babe?”

OHO 👻 ANON you saucy little spirit—you want to know which Stray Kids member is most likely to risk it all in public? Bathroom stalls? Back seats? Quiet corners? 👀

Alright. Ranking time. From “will fuck you behind a curtain” to “absolutely not unless we’re locked in a vault.” (No vampire powers. Just regular, horny SKZ.)

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🔥 MOST LIKELY → LEAST LIKELY TO DO PUBLIC/SEMI-PUBLIC SEX:

Han Jisung — Zero shame. One goal: you.

“You’re looking at me like that in a public place and expect me to just sit here??”

His brain runs entirely on impulse and horny adrenaline. Back of a taxi? Movie theatre? Dressing room? He’s already hard and bargaining.

You whispered “I’m not wearing anything under this”—and he took it as a challenge.

Whispers in your ear, hand up your skirt, “No one’s looking. Be good for me.” Prays no one walks in. But also? Doesn’t care.

Ranking: Absolutely does not know what shame is. Public spot: Mall photo booth, café bathroom, stairwells. Danger kink level: 12/10 Favorite line: “Don’t be loud, or I’ll stop.”

Lee Minho — Calculated filth with zero remorse.

“It’s not risky if we don’t get caught.”

Minho won’t initiate it in public unless you start something. But the second you do? You’re done. He’ll drag you into a changing room with that sharp smirk and a hand around your throat.

Quiet dominance. Slow fucks in dangerous places.

He makes it feel forbidden and holy all at once. And if someone knocks? He covers your mouth and keeps going.

Ranking: Makes public sex a power move. Public spot: Museum alcove, private party balcony, dim stairwells. Danger kink level: 9/10 Favorite line: “You started this. Now take it.”

Yang Jeongin — Silent menace, hidden beast.

“Why are you blushing? I’m the one who just made you cum in public.”

Doesn’t need to announce it. Doesn’t need to ask permission. He’s the type to wait until you think you’re safe—then slip his hand between your thighs during a dinner party, whispering “Be still, or they’ll notice.”

He’s a menace because he looks innocent, sounds polite, but is not above bending you over a sink and covering your mouth with a kiss.

Not reckless—but not shy. He knows the game. He plays it quiet, calculated, lethal.

Ranking: Baby-faced criminal. No one suspects him—until you’re ruined. Public spot: Fancy restaurant bathrooms, elevator corners, car backseats with tinted windows. Danger kink level: 9/10 Favorite line: “They’re looking at you like they have a chance. Should I remind you who you belong to?”

Hwang Hyunjin — Poetic but deranged.

“I’d ruin you in this alley and write poetry about it.”

Gets off on the thrill of nearly getting caught. The secret. The sin. Wraps a scarf around your throat and walks you into a gallery hallway where no one’s watching.

Hands down your waistband while whispering how perfect you are. A mix of sensual praise and degrading filth. He loves knowing you’ll have to walk back out flushed and ruined.

Ranking: Feral artist energy. Doesn’t care if the floor’s cold. Public spot: Gallery back halls, rooftop bars, hotel elevators. Danger kink level: 10/10 Favorite line: “You moan like a masterpiece.”

Bang Chan — Conflicted leader, but weak for you.

“This is so irresponsible. Also… fuck, you’re driving me insane.”

He knows better. He tries to be respectful. But when you kiss his neck behind the venue curtain or crawl into his lap backstage?

He caves.

Pulls you into his dressing room. Locks the door. Bends you over the vanity. Can’t help but mutter, “Just a quick one—be quiet, baby.” Then loses control anyway.

Ranking: Fight between morals and lust. Lust usually wins. Public spot: Backstage rooms, locked studios, practice mirrors. Danger kink level: 7.5/10 Favorite line: “You’re gonna get me in trouble, sweetheart…”

Lee Felix — Sunshine with a sinful side.

“Out here? You’re naughty, huh?”

Felix is softly dangerous. The kind that’ll tease you with wandering hands in public, warm kisses behind your ear, low growls against your throat—

But will wait until you're somewhere just barely private.

A car with tinted windows. A backstage couch. A guest room at a party. He wants the risk, not the exposure.

Ranking: Flirty menace. Needs a door but not necessarily a lock. Public spot: Car rides, party hallways, music festivals. Danger kink level: 7/10 Favorite line: “I shouldn’t, but I really want to.”

Seo Changbin — Protective, but weak to whispered begging.

“Out here? Now?”

Instinct says no. He worries about you being caught, seen, embarrassed. But if you beg? And pout? And say “Please, Binnie, just for a second?”

…He’s caving.

One hand over your mouth, one hand down your pants. Will never fuck you fully in public—but you’ll definitely come on his fingers in a dark stairwell.

Ranking: Hesitant, but explodes under pressure. Public spot: Basement corridors, gym showers, venue parking lots. Danger kink level: 6.5/10 Favorite line: “Quick. Just once. Then we’re going home.”

Kim Seungmin — Morally offended but horny nonetheless.

“Absolutely not. …Okay, fine. But only if no one sees.”

Will fight you on it. “That’s reckless. That’s unsanitary. That’s—don’t look at me like that.”

You push him into a coat closet and kiss him breathless? Now he’s got your hands pinned above your head and you’re gasping quietly into his shoulder.

Pretends he hated it. Secretly replaying it in his head for weeks.

Ranking: Grumpily obsessed. Public spot: Empty rooms, coat closets, behind venue screens. Danger kink level: 5/10 Favorite line: “You’re insufferable… and I love you.”

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👻 anon, thank you for this spicy request, come again please 🦇💋

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🌙 ANON LOGGED: “He came in for protein and left feral for your blood.”

🌙 anon… you absolute romantic menace. your emoji has been officially claimed. First of all: thank you for the love—you’re feeding me more than any blood bag ever could 😌🖤 Second: you’re not boring, babe. You're blood-type-A-bait, daydream dangerous, Channie’s ruin wrapped in an apron. And third: you said pounce or stalk…

But oh no, darling. He’ll court. Because vampire!Chan? Especially Abnormal!Chan from the Luxe empire?

He’s not some feral brute. He’s controlled obsession. Surgical restraint. The monster who will tie a silk ribbon around his need and offer it to you like a gift.

Let’s cook.

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🩸 VAMPIRE!CHAN x READER — “TYPE A”

You work the night shift at a half-dead farmstand that sells eggs, dusty candy, and weird cuts of meat. Most customers are regulars. Farmers. Truckers. People passing through.

Until he walks in.

Tall. Hood up. Movements precise. There’s something off about him, but not in a bad way—more like a smell you can't place or the feeling of being watched when you're not.

He grabs a pack of chicken breast and protein bars. Moves quietly. Says nothing. Until he steps up to your register.

And freezes.

He smells it.

You. Type A+. Exactly what he’s been craving. The rare blood that sings to him like a hymn. The kind that isn’t just nourishing—it’s euphoric.

His fangs press against his gums. His throat locks. He hasn’t fed in three weeks—not properly—and now?

You hand him a receipt and smile. “You need a bag for that?”

He doesn’t answer. Because he’s in hell. Or heaven. He’s not sure. All he knows is:

You smell like salvation wrapped in flesh, and he hasn’t felt this kind of hunger in a century.

But he doesn’t pounce. He retreats. Back to the parking lot. Gripping the steering wheel so hard it bends. Staring at the bag of raw meat like it’s plastic.

Because he wants you. Not it.

The next night, he returns. More items this time. Small talk. A smile. You don’t notice how he never blinks. Don’t catch the way he’s memorizing your voice, your pulse, the slope of your neck.

He leaves a tip. You write “thank you!” on the receipt. He tucks it into his coat like a prayer.

The third night, you joke: “You’re here a lot. Got a thing for chicken?”

He huffs a laugh. “You could say that.”

You giggle. He watches your throat move. Your vein throb. He doesn’t bite. He clenches his fists.

He starts showing up earlier. When the store’s empty. When the moon’s high. Not to scare you. To protect you from himself. He brings you tea. Says he had extra. He compliments your playlist. Asks your name. And you? You start to like him.

What you don’t know:

He’s memorized your blood rhythm. He’s taken your scent home in his lungs. He’s spent the last four nights locked in his room, fists buried in his sheets, fangs aching, refusing to touch a single drop of blood that isn’t yours.

He’ll starve before he cheats on the taste of you.

But then—

One night, you cut your finger on the register drawer. And that’s it. His eyes flash. His voice drops. “Let me help.”

He wraps your hand in his scarf. Fingers gentle. Movements too precise.

Your breath stutters. “You okay?”

And he looks up at you. Eyes dark. Voice thick. “No. Not really. But I will be—if you let me see you again. Somewhere that isn’t here.”

You blink. “Like a date?”

He smiles. “Like a blood pact. But yes. A date.”

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🌙 anon… it wasn’t pouncing. It wasn’t stalking. It was starving romance with a silk tie and a pulse that belonged to you the second he smelled it. come again any time 🦇💋

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🌹 ANON LOGGED: "College student by day, chaos gremlin by 3 a.m."

🌹 anon, greetings to you too, beloved martyr of caffeine and chaos.

I read this and immediately saw it: You, surrounded by textbooks and Red Bull, muttering osteological prayers at 3 a.m. Your soulmate vampire watching in horrified awe, wondering how a mere mortal is somehow more self-destructive than a blood-starved predator.

Let’s go.

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🩸 VAMPIRE!SKZ x COLLEGE!READER — “DEATH BY FINALS, LOVE BY FANGS”

🧠 Existential Crises @ 3 a.m.

You: “What if none of this matters? What if I fail? What if I’m just a carbon-based joke hurtling through space?” Them: “…Baby, you’re literally my eternal soulmate.”

Bang Chan Sits beside you with juice boxes and noise-cancelling headphones. Stares at your spiralling form with pure devotion. “Even if the world ends,” he says, “I’ll still be here. Worshipping the way your brain glitches.”

Minho Throws a blanket over your head mid-spiral. “Shut up. Come cuddle before I bite your thigh out of spite.” Then does exactly that. It works. You're quiet now.

Changbin Tries to give you a pep talk but ends up crying with you while feeding you spoonfuls of peanut butter. “We’re BOTH gonna die, just at different speeds!”

Hyunjin Paints on your arm to calm you down. It starts as flowers. Ends up as “THE VOID IS A MYTH—YOU’RE EVERYTHING.” In cursive.

Jisung Hands you a coloring book and a Capri Sun like it’s a trauma response kit. “Okay, but also… what if we’re just NPCs in a vampire dating sim?”

Felix Lights candles. Puts on lo-fi. Gently rocks you in his lap like a weighted anxiety plushie. “Existence is chaos, but you’re the one constant I want.”

Seungmin Deadpan: “You’re spiraling. Take a breath or I’m calling the Vampire Board of Mental Health.” He’s already made you tea. The mug says "Unhinged But Loved."

Jeongin Silently sets a five-minute timer and holds your face in his hands while you scream into a pillow. “Okay. Time’s up. Now we rewatch cat videos.”

☕ Coffee as Religion

Them watching you chug your 5th cup in 2 hours: “That’s not blood. That’s… concerning.”

Chan buys you a $200 coffee maker and custom beans, but monitors your intake like a jealous barista.

Minho starts brewing it himself so he can lace it with nutrients. Also: “If you drink instant again I’m biting your kneecaps.”

Changbin tries to compete. Ends up jittering beside you whispering “I love you” 87 times in 3 minutes.

Hyunjin judges you—publicly—but will still take little sips from your cup and pout when you hide it.

Jisung starts using your coffee as vampire scent markers. You go to class smelling like espresso and him.

Felix drinks decaf and pretends it’s the same. It’s not. He cries.

Seungmin switches your mugs to say things like “stop.” or “this is the 6th one. i counted.”

Jeongin: “If you don't drink water I swear I’ll pin you to the floor and make you.” Pause. “...You want that, huh?”

📚 Textbooks as Gospel

You: “The ischial tuberosity is the part you sit on, babe—look, here’s the diagram.” Them: “…You talk anatomy to me one more time and I’m going to lose my mind.”

They love it. They’re obsessed with how your voice changes when you explain things. You study like it’s sacred. They want to be your study break. Or your subject.

Chan records you reciting notes and listens to them while feeding. “Your voice makes even pathophysiology sound hot.”

Minho starts quizzing you during sex. “What’s the cranial nerve responsible for taste?” “N-Number seven—fuck—Minho—"

Changbin tries to learn with you. Forgets. Brings snacks instead.

Hyunjin draws flashcards and leaves poetic messages on the back.

Jisung tries to study with you. Fails. Decides to eat you out while you study.

Felix highlights your books with affirmations. “You’re smart. You’re hot. You’re gonna pass.”

Seungmin tests you mid-kiss. You mess up. He smirks. “Try again with your hands tied.”

Jeongin memorizes your study schedule so he can interrupt it just enough to make you melt.

🍽 Horrible Eating/Sleep Habits

Them watching you fall asleep on cold rice with your laptop open to a Reddit thread called “Will I die if I drink expired milk.”

Chan carries you to bed mid-rant. Orders takeout. Force feeds you food between kisses.

Minho meal preps for the week. Slaps snacks into your hand like threats.

Changbin writes “eat” on post-its and sticks them to your forehead.

Hyunjin feeds you grapes from his lap like a decadent vampire consort.

Jisung shoves power bars into your backpack like smuggled gold.

Felix brings smoothies and says “drink this or I’ll cry.” You drink. He still cries.

Seungmin deadass bites your thigh if you skip a meal.

Jeongin shoves a spoon in your mouth and says, “Chew. Swallow. Good girl.”

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🌹 anon, thank you for this blessed ask. Your dad wasn’t wrong—you’re speaking ancient spells. And I’ll happily keep sinning with you, fueled by Lana Del Rey and delusion.

Hydrate. Or Seungmin’s biting your thigh 🦇💋

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🍒 ANON LOGGED: "Driving me crazy, touching me softly, ruining me slowly."

🍒 HELLO AGAIN MY BELOVED. You didn't just bring a meal, you dropped a five-course course corruption dinner and handed me the keys to the kitchen. And you know I’m pulling my hair back and rolling my sleeves up for this one.

Let’s dine. 🩸

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🍤 APPETIZER: “DRIVING ME CRAZY BUT I LOVE TO RIDE”

Who touches you while driving? Steals glances? Handles you like a gear shift?

🛞 Bang Chan – “Hand on your thigh like it’s his second steering wheel.” Firm grip. Thumb rubbing slow circles. He’s focused—but your leg is his grounding point. Occasionally glances over and smirks when you squirm. Red light kisses? Filthy. Tongue and all. Also: “Put your seatbelt on or I’ll stop this car and spank you.”

🛞 Lee Minho – “Gear shift → your thigh → back again. Routine. Ritual.” The most casual about it. Like your skin is his personal clutch. If you wear a skirt? His fingers drift just under the hem—nonchalant, like he’s bored. You try to tease him back? He slaps your hand away with a smirk and locks the doors.

🛞 Seo Changbin – “Thigh rubbing turns into edging at 80mph.” Starts innocent. Then he’s palming between your legs and daring you to keep quiet. Red light kisses? He leans over and bites your bottom lip with one hand still on the wheel. He's saying "What? I’m multitasking." You’re saying "Sir, I can't walk into the restaurant like this."

🛞 Hwang Hyunjin – “Sunlight worship + unholy thigh grazes.” Literally loses focus staring at your profile. “God, you’re unreal.” Hand draped between your legs, barely there—but so intentional. He grips harder when someone cuts him off. That’s how you end up wet before dinner.

🛞 Han Jisung – “Hand on thigh + paranoid muttering = chaos kink.” Alternates between babbling about traffic and squeezing your leg. Every time you inch your hand up his thigh, he whines. “You’re evil. I’m driving. This is illegal. Keep going.” Starts speeding just to get home faster and punish you properly.

🛞 Lee Felix – “Gentle at first. Then suddenly feral.” Brushes his fingers up and down your leg while singing softly. Until you tease him back. Then the car swerves a little, his voice drops, and he says: “Do that again and I’m pulling over.” And he will.

🛞 Kim Seungmin – “Chokehold-level thigh grip masked as casual affection.” Acts calm, but his hand is slowly creeping toward your inner thigh. You try creeping up his leg and he side-eyes you hard: “Do that again and I’ll park on the shoulder and fuck the brat out of you.” You're like “bet.” He’s like “No, seriously. Bet.”

🛞 Yang Jeongin – “One hand on the wheel. One hand claiming your thigh like rent’s due.” Smooth. Confident. He’s the one saying “You cold, baby?” just to drape his jacket over you and slide his palm under your thighs again. When you touch him back? He doesn’t flinch. Just smirks. “You sure you want to play this game on the highway?”

🍲 DINNER: “TOUCH-STARVED BRAT WHO LIKES TO PLAY WITH FIRE”

You sneak into their hotel room mid-live wearing only their hoodie. What happens?

📱 Bang Chan – Professional until you climb into his lap. He sees you in the doorway. Slight pause. Smile shifts. He knows what's underneath. But he keeps talking. Calm, cool, calculating his exit. “Guys, I gotta go—manager's calling me.” He ends the live in 5 seconds flat and has you moaning in 10.

📱 Minho – Plays it TOO cool. Doesn’t even flinch. Looks you dead in the eye and smirks. Keeps talking to Stay. But his hand disappears under the hoodie out of camera view. You're trying not to whimper. He whispers in your ear off-mic: “Let’s see if you can keep quiet.”

📱 Changbin – Can’t focus. At all. He stutters. Glances off camera. Adjusts himself. “Uh—haha—so yeah—uh concert was great!” You walk behind the laptop. Pull the hoodie up. He SLAMS the laptop shut. “Technical difficulties—gotta go!!!” You don’t make it to the bed.

📱 Hyunjin – Pretends he doesn’t see you. He sees you. Keeps the live going. Stays smiling. But his eyes flick toward you constantly. And his cheeks get pink. At one point he just says: “You know what? I need to go paint something. Urgently.” He paints you. Naked. With his cum still dripping down your thighs.

📱 Jisung – Flips the camera IMMEDIATELY. “WHOOPS wrong button bye—" Gone. Tackles you onto the bed like you started a war. “You think you’re slick?” The hoodie’s off in seconds. You don’t even remember how.

📱 Felix – Eyes go wide. Then darker. He keeps talking sweetly to Stay, but his hand is clenched in the sheets. You see him swallow hard. When he ends the live, he doesn’t say a word. He just walks over and lifts you by the thighs. “I was trying to behave,” he murmurs. “You ruined that.”

📱 Seungmin – Murderous silence. Looks at you. Blinks. “Hold on.” Turns off the live without even saying goodbye. Stares at you. “You’re lucky I like you.” Then ruins you on the hotel floor with the hoodie still on.

📱 Jeongin – Laughs. It’s over. “Guys, I gotta go—emergency wardrobe malfunction.” They think it’s his. It’s yours. The camera’s off and you’re already on your knees. He mutters, “You better be ready to take responsibility for that.”

🍦 DESSERT: “SOMETIMES WE DRESS UP JUST TO STAY HOME”

Who ruins date night the fastest because you looked too good in the mirror? Ranking from least to most patient.

🥇 Most patient → 🥵 Least patient:

Felix – Will whine. Will touch. Will WAIT. Because he wants you to feel sexy, powerful, worshipped. Until dessert. Then? Ruin.

Seungmin – Pretends he’s fine. You know he’s not. He watches you like a predator and doesn’t say a thing—until he’s pounding into you on the bathroom counter whispering, “This is your fault.”

Chan – Meant to behave. Really. But you’re in front of the mirror, lip gloss on, batting your lashes? He’s already got your panties pushed aside whispering, “Dinner can wait.”

Jeongin – Doesn’t even try to leave the house. “Why would I take you out when I can make you cry on my fingers right here?”

Minho – Only lets you put on mascara so he can watch it smudge while he rails you from behind. The dinner reservation was never real.

Hyunjin – You bent over for one second and now your dress is around your waist, his hands are on your hips, and he’s saying “Stay still, angel. You look too pretty to not fuck right now.”

Jisung – You blinked. He was already pulling the dress up. “I’d rather eat you than pasta. Get on the sink, babe.”

Changbin – You applied perfume. That’s it. That’s all it took. You’re not making it out of the house. The neighbours will hear. He does not care.

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🍒 THANK YOU FOR THIS BUFFET OF SIN. Every course was a blessing. You are always welcome at my unholy table 🦇💋

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🍊 ANON LOGGED: "Can vampires get drunk or do we need to bring the absinthe?"

🍊 anon you juicy little delight, you just unlocked the vampire logic panel, so let’s spill.

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🩸 DO VAMPIRES GET INTOXICATED?

Short answer: Yes, but not like humans. Long answer: Let’s break it down!

🍷 ALCOHOL

YES. THEY CAN GET DRUNK. But their tolerance is insane.

You down two shots and you're dancing on the bar.

They down two bottles and might blink slower.

Chan once drank an entire case of wine and just got... affectionate.

Changbin gets louder.

Minho? Even quieter. Dangerous.

Blood is their main sustenance, so alcohol hits like a dull ache behind the eyes—not a full blackout, but definitely a buzz if they drink enough.

And yes, drunk vampire sex is a thing. Messy. Growly. Desperate. Fangs scraping skin with no filter. You will get worshipped or ruined—or both.

🪄 WITCH CONCOCTIONS

NOPE. Not unless they’re custom-made.

Vampires are biologically different. Their blood and body chemistry reject most standard potions and tonics. BUT a trained witch (especially one who knows vampire anatomy) could craft something to work:

Love potion? Rejected. But a blood-bond enhancer? Maybe.

Sleep elixir? No chance.

Truth serum? Chan would laugh in your face.

You’d need dark spellcraft + tailored blood magic to even graze their senses.

💔 EMOTIONS

Pure emotions? Can’t intoxicate them. But they can destabilize a vampire—especially Abnormals, who are already on thin ice with their feral side.

Love doesn’t intoxicate them. But soulbond ache? Rejection? Bloodlust laced with longing? Yeah. That shit’ll ruin them.

Jealousy makes them rash. Abandonment makes them volatile. Your tears? Hallucinogenic.

🍗 FOOD + DRINK

Yes, they can eat regular food. No, it doesn’t satisfy anything but social custom or nostalgia.

Jeongin still eats ramen. Out of habit. He says it keeps him “in touch.”

Felix bakes because he loves the way it smells.

Hyunjin eats fruit off your stomach just to watch you shiver.

They don’t need it. But they’ll indulge—especially if it’s with you.

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🍊 anon, you’re officially the citrusy crown jewel of vampire questions. Come back anytime with more 🍊curious bloodfruit thoughts 💋🦇

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🪻 ANON LOGGED: "Seungmin is the villain, you are the sun — and he melts."

🪻 ANON… you gentle little chaos flower… you rolled in with sparkles, sunshine, and a smile that dismantled a cold-blooded vampire war tactician and you expect me to breathe normally?

LET’S GET INTO IT. Because you just gave me the ultimate polarity kink and I’m giggling and kicking MY legs now.

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🩸 VAMPIRE!SEUNGMIN x BRIGHT!READER — “SUNSTRUCK”

Seungmin has a type. Mouthy little blood dolls. Sharp-tongued. Messy. Always pushing his buttons just to get bent over a desk and corrected.

He’s not sweet. He’s efficient. Icy. The vampire other vamps send in when a doll gets unruly. He doesn’t play—he disciplines. He doesn't ask—he commands. And he always wins.

Until you.

You with your oversized jumpers. Your giggles and messy buns. Your sparkle-trap eyes and that soft little snort you try to hide when you laugh too hard.

You don’t challenge him. You excite him. You walk into a room and Seungmin forgets what century it is.

You ask him if he wants to try the strawberry cookie you baked. He stares like you offered him eternity.

He tries. He really tries. He tells himself you're too bubbly. Too soft. Too clumsy with your joy. You trip in front of him once and say, “Hehe, sorry! My shoelace betrayed me.”

He blacks out for 0.7 seconds.

You make him insane. Not sexually at first—existentially. How are you real? Why is your blood so sweet? Why does he crave not your neck, but your approval?

The downfall is subtle.

You: shyly tugging at his sleeve, “Seungminnie, can you help me reach the box on the top shelf?”

Him: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

He glares. “You could’ve gotten someone else.”

You pout. “But I like it when you help me.”

He dies. Right there. In the aisle.

He starts bringing you things without being asked. Leaves notes on your lunch box. Glares at anyone who looks at you for more than 2 seconds.

You ask him to sit with you while you paint your nails. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Just says, “Yeah. Of course. Obviously.”

BUT HERE’S THE KICKER: You’re not dumb. You know what he does to brats. You’ve heard the stories. He’s a legend in vampire circles.

So one night you sit in his lap, all soft and glowing, and say: “Do you wish I mouthed off to you more?”

He blinks. “No,” he says. Too fast. Then quieter: “…I’d ruin you. You’d cry. I don’t want to make you cry.”

You tilt your head. “What if I wanted to?”

He growls. Then shakes his head.

“You’re not for ruining,” he whispers. “You’re for keeping.”

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🪻 anon, thank you for this bouquet of sunshine-fueled sin. You’re everything to me. Come back anytime 💋🦇

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🐹 ANON LOGGED: "Fresh ink, sensitive skin, and one starving vampire boyfriend."

🐹 anon, I LOVE YOU. YOU JUST HANDED ME A TRAY OF BLOOD-SLICKED ANGST, OBSESSION, AND DENIAL-BASED FOREPLAY. And then you bowed and said, “Here, break them.”

So I did.

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🩸 VAMPIRE!SKZ — “TATTOOED FOR YOU”

Bang Chan — "You’re playing with fire, love."

It’s on your collarbone, the perfect place for him to mark. He sees the fresh ink, still wrapped, and his jaw locks.

“You did this for me?”

“Mhm. It’s your handwriting, too.”

Chan has never known restraint like this. Every time he kisses your neck, he stops just before the tattoo. Every time you take off your shirt, he stares.

At night, when you’re asleep, he brushes his lips just above it and whispers, “When it heals, I’m going to bite you right here. And you’ll remember who you belong to.”

You already do.

Lee Minho — "Don’t test me."

You got it on your inner thigh. His favorite hunting ground.

When he sees it? Still red. Still raw. He backs up like he’s been slapped.

He can’t touch it. Can’t bite you there. Can’t kiss the spot he’s obsessed with. And you’re sitting there in nothing but a towel, whispering: “Do you like it?”

Minho growls. “No. I hate it. Because I can’t have it. Yet.”

You tease him. You stretch. You flaunt.

He pins you down without touching the tattoo and says, “When it heals, I’m fucking you so hard on your stomach you won’t remember getting it.”

You will. Every time you see it in the mirror.

Seo Changbin — "Baby, this is mean."

Your new tattoo is inked just under your breast, hidden until your shirt rides up.

He sees it by accident. Chokes.

“You got a heart? Under there? For me??”

You nod. “It’s… tender.”

He doesn't trust himself. You’re straddling his lap. No bra. Breathing like sin. He groans and leans his forehead against your chest. “I can’t touch you there. I can’t even—God, you’re cruel.”

That night, he wraps your entire body in his arms and whispers how good you were for him.

When it heals? His tongue won’t leave it for hours.

Hwang Hyunjin — "You did that for me?"

It’s behind your ear, delicate, hidden, perfect. He brushes your hair back and sees it.

A flower. His flower. His mark.

You say softly, “I wanted to bloom for you.”

He nearly cries. But he doesn’t touch. Doesn’t press his mouth there. Just hovers and whispers, “When it’s healed, I’m going to mark you there with my fangs. Then you’ll have my art and my blood.”

You whisper back, “Please.”

Han Jisung — "You’re so evil. I love you so much."

It’s on your ribs, right where he always grabs you when he fucks you from behind.

He peels up your hoodie and freezes.

“Is that—fuck. You inked it?”

“For you.”

Now he can’t grab you there. He has to be gentle. And you know how much he hates being gentle when you’re a brat for him.

He huffs, pouty and feral. “You’re gonna pay for this. I’m gonna wait so patiently. And then? I’m gonna pin you down and make you beg for every inch of what I couldn’t give you today.”

You beg anyway. He gives in—just a little. Just enough to remind you who owns that ink.

Lee Felix — "You didn’t—oh my god."

It’s small. It’s sweet. A little sun on your hip, the same one he always kisses first.

When he sees it, his voice cracks. “You really got that? For me?”

You nod. “I wanted you to feel loved. Even when you weren’t here.”

He can’t stop tearing up. He doesn’t touch it. Not once. But when it heals? He kisses it like a vow. Then bites above it. Just a little. Just to claim.

Kim Seungmin — "You're not getting away with this."

You got a tattoo on your lower back. Just above your ass. His favorite grip spot.

When you bend over and it peeks out of your jeans, he short-circuits.

“Did you—”

You smile.

He steps back like he’s about to commit a war crime. “You got it there, knowing I can’t touch it?”

You nod.

He breathes through his nose. Then mutters, “Okay. Fine. Heal up. Then you’re mine. For a whole week. I’ll mark the other side with bruises to match.”

Yang Jeongin — "Why would you do this to me."

You got a vampire bite tattoo on your neck. Right where his fangs hover.

He stares at it. Frozen. Reverent.

“You got this… for me?”

“Of course.”

You tug your collar down. Bare your neck. Tilt your head. He moans. Then grabs your wrists and pins them gently. “No. I can’t. Not yet.”

He looks at the ink like it’s a sacred seal. “When it’s ready… you’ll feel what a real bite there feels like. I’ll show you what you signed up for.”

You’re ready. Even if it means waiting.

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🐹 anon, THANK YOU FOR THE CONCEPT. I’d follow you into hell for this. Or into a tattoo parlor. Or a vampire’s bed 💋🦇

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🌘 ANON LOGGED: "Wait… can I have two soulmates or is this monogamous magic?"

Short answer: No. Not in this vampireverse, baby.

Long answer: Soulmate bonds in this universe are singular, absolute, and magically binding. There is one blood that sings to theirs. One scent that breaks them. One touch that unravels centuries of control.

You don’t get two flames. You get the flame — and if you lose it, it scorches everything behind it.

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🦄 ANON LOGGED: "Unicorn anon reporting for vampire duty."

🦄 IS NOW TAKEN — welcome to the vampire cult, my beloved unicorn anon!! 🦷💜

Thank you so much for your kind words; your message made my undead heart do cartwheels. I'm so, so glad you're enjoying the lore — there’s so much more coming (fangs, blood, courtship, chaos, and cuddles).

You’re officially part of the eternal coven now. No backsies 💋🦇

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🌙 ANON LOGGED: "Secret thoughts, starry eyes, and a shy heart full of sin."

AHHH 🌙 anon you are so, so welcome here — I’m beyond honoured you worked up the courage to send in your ask 🥹🖤 BUT, alas, our lovely moon has already been claimed by another child of the night…

HOWEVER, I’ve got a whole constellation of delicious alternatives for you to choose from! Here’s a lil list (but feel free to suggest your own too):

🐾 paw print

💌 love letter

🍓 strawberry

🦴 bone (rawr xD)

🔮 crystal ball

Once you pick, I’ll officially crown you and welcome you to the anon cult 🖤 Can’t wait to see what beautifully unhinged things you send next 💋🦇

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🫶🏼 ANON LOGGED: "Hi, when is Vampire Changbin dropping? Asking nicely <3"

EHEHE THANK YOU BABY 🫶🏼🖤 I’m so glad you’re loving the series — it means the (undead) world to me!

And yes yes YES — Vampire!Changbin is rising from the shadows this Wreck Me Wednesday, June 25th. Get ready, he’s gonna bite, break, and build you back up.

Prepare your neck 💋🦇

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If you made it to the end of this blackout banquet of fanged worship, tattoo fever dreams, vampire academia, brat-induced insanity, and thirsty psychic combustion—

🩶 congrats. your humanity’s been repossessed. 🩶 your mind? archived in crimson script. 🩶 your heartbeat? syncing to mine. 🩶 your browser history? deeply concerning.

⚡️“Phantom Flame” from the album VX is getting uploaded to YouTube as an official track coming this Sunday!! yay. ⚡️yes, I’m figuring out how the hell to bend TikTok to my will. until then, scream about me in group chats and playlists.

This is the gospel of thirst, ink, lore, and lunacy. Thank you for being terminal with me. Now go bite something 💋🦇

[lieslab]

How rare and beautiful it is to even exist

꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎ ꘎♡━━━━━♡꘎

Pairing: Og8 X gn reader

Summary: After struggling with your identity, you realize you might be non-binary.

Genre: 9th member AU

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Requestee, I'm so glad you requested this. Happy pride month!! June is slowly dwindling to a close, but my love and support for the lgbtq+ community is not. You are so loved here. May love continue to win in every form it takes <3

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Sitting on the edge of the stage, you sipped from your water bottle silently. Your heart thumped against the side of your lungs. It was just another sound check, but you still screwed around with the guys. From jumping and bumping into one another, to chasing one another around the stage when you weren’t singing, it definitely caused your heart rate to increase. 

Room temperature water wasn’t the best, but you made it work. Your eyes scanned around the empty seats of the venue. Thousands of these seats would be filled later. You’d all perform like you always did. Thinking about it made your heart swell with joy. 

Screwing around on stage, dancing beneath spotlights, singing your heart out, it all came so naturally to you. You spent months as a trainee trying to make your dreams come true. When Stray Kids debuted, you could hardly believe it was happening. 

It all happened so quickly. More dance practices and more studio sessions. Lessons to improve your talents and a chance to learn new languages. Become more fluent, do things right, you were always so excited and now you’re here. You were doing it. You were living out your dreams. Almost exactly the way you wanted to. Almost, but not quite in the way you desired. 

Felix dropped down beside you panting. Strands of golden hair framed his head like a halo. “I can’t believe we have another hour of this left.” He tugged the cap of his own water bottle off his water. “I’m so tired.” 

You chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “I told you that you shouldn’t wear yourself down.” 

“I know, but I get so excited. Even when it’s soundcheck, it’s like I can pick up on the excitement of the fans. Did you know they’re already lining up? We still have three hours and the merch line is already lined up halfway behind the building.” 

Two dimples and a face full of freckles. Just talking to you, he squirmed with excitement. Pearly white teeth poked through a grin. “I still can’t believe this is all happening for us. It feels like a dream I never want to wake up from.” 

Footsteps approached from behind the two of you. Chan’s hands went to his hips and he glanced down fondly. “What are you two talking about?” 

“Hi, hyung.” Felix glanced up. “Did you see the fans lined up outside? There’s so many of them. It’s going to be a full house tonight.” 

“Yeah, it never gets old.” 

Felix shifted, lightly bumping into you. “Yeah, I’m going to see if anyone on Bubble is here. I need to thank them for standing outside. Their legs must be so tired. Oh, I love them so much.” 

You leaned back, so you could see Chan. He smiled, reached down, and gently patted your head. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You’re a little quiet.” 

“I’m in awe.” You gestured to the empty seats. “It’s amazing, really. I still can’t believe it.” 

“Pretty cool, huh?”

“Always.” 

He ruffled your hair before heading back to the rest of the guys. Felix held up his phone and nudged your side once more. “Pose with me, so we can take a picture for the fans.” 

You held up half a heart with a smile, but deep down, something didn’t feel right in your heart. 

~ ~ ~ 

You were quiet on the way to the hotel. The guys were all so rowdy. Hyunjin and Han took turns impersonating some of the things they heard the fans scream in the crowd. 

“Jeongin! Jeongin! Oh, Jeongin!” Hyunjin reached up his hand and waved it around. 

“Changbinnie, if you look into my eyes, we have to get married!” Han responded. Changbin leaned over and whacked him in the back of the head. 

Minho laughed and Seungmin rolled his eyes. “They’d never want to be with you two idiots if they knew what you were like in real life.” 

“Unfortunately for the fans, they’re already mine and I’m not sharing.” Felix leaned over, wrapped his arms around Changbin’s arm, and leaned against him. “It feels so nice to be more than a fan.” 

“Ew,” Jeongin mumbled. 

“Did you guys have a good time?” Chan asked from the front passenger’s seat. 

“Yeah!” 

“Duh.” 

“Let’s do it again tomorrow! Fighting!” 

“LET’S GO!” 

You reached up and plugged your ears. No matter how long you’d been here, you still weren’t used to the loudness. Chaos bloomed when all nine of you were around each other. You only removed your fingers when they settled back down. 

Jeongin sighed and leaned back in his seat. “We had a really good crowd tonight. I’m tired, but I feel proud of what we accomplished. It was electrifying.”

“Did you guys see that one kid?” Han added. “They dressed up like Wolf Chan and it was so cute!” 

“What?” Chan jerked around in his seat. “Are you serious? I didn’t get to see it! Wait, now I feel bad.” 

“It’ll definitely be posted on social media at some point. There were a bunch of fans taking photos of them.” 

You listened without commenting. After concerts, you were always lacking energy. You used it all on the stage, but once you were away, your limbs grew heavy. Exhaustion clung onto you. You were so tired and couldn’t shake the feeling. 

Beside you, Minho glanced over and eyed you up and down. “Are you okay?” 

“Hmm?” 

“You look tired.” 

“I feel tired.” 

“We’re almost to the hotel. You can shower and get some sleep. You’ve eaten something, right?” 

“Of course.” 

He narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously, but finally gave up. “Okay.” He leaned back into his seat and reached up to flick Changbin in the back of his head. Just as he did, he jerked his hand away. “Ew, you’re soaked in sweat.” 

“That’s his slick,” Hyunjin commented. 

Felix’s eyes widened and he pulled away. His hands went over his eyes. Han’s mouth dropped open and he pulled himself forward and then looked behind him. “What the fuck?” 

Chan jerked down the rearview mirror and used it to look behind him. “Slick? As in like in the…” 

Jeongin gagged and cried out. “Stop it! Hyunjin, shut up! No more! I can’t do this tonight.” 

“MY SLICK? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? HYUNJIN, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” 

“He’s releasing pheromones and Lix is being affected.” 

 “Hyung, no!”

All your manager could do was roll his eyes and hope the hotel appeared sooner, rather than later as he drove. 

~ ~ ~ 

Freshly showered, you stared at your reflection in the mirror hung on the hotel room wall. You stared at your jawline and tipped your head from one side to the other. You knew you shouldn’t be so quick to judge yourself, but you did. 

It wasn’t just the fans that held opinions of all of you, it was everyone. Every interaction that you’d ever held with another person, it weighed upon you. How strange it was to be given a face and a body without your consent. Now you were here and there was nothing you could do about it. 

You didn’t get a choice in your biological sex. The floodgates of genetics and science opened. Your body formed itself from genetic codes, DNA, and you grew in your mother’s womb, just the same as everyone else. You had a similar upbringing to everyone, so why did you feel like a stranger in your own body? 

“Are you aware it’s after midnight?” Seungmin’s voice came from behind you. You jumped, spinning around to find him. He stared at you with narrowed eyes. “Forget you were sharing a room with me, or what?” 

“Yeah, kinda. I thought you were still in Hyunjin’s room. I didn’t realize you came back.” 

“I’ve been here since you were in the shower.” 

You nodded and walked away from your mirror. Across the way, a neatly made bed waited for you. This morning, you all checked into your hotel. The members shared hotel rooms like they always did. This time, you were with Seungmin. 

You didn’t mind Seungmin. In fact, you appreciated his honesty. Right now, you didn’t. Seungmin had the tendency to point out when something was wrong, before you were ready to talk about it. He was good at recognizing your distressed body language. 

“If you’re worried about the way you look, you shouldn’t. You were blessed with good genes and I wouldn’t lie about that.” 

You nodded and climbed into your bed. He watched you, but you didn’t say anything else. You squirmed, trying to pull the covers up from beneath you. You hoped the white bedding had been bleached, but you didn’t know for sure. Before you could fully pull up the blankets, Seungmin spoke again. 

“Is there something happening with you that we should know about? You’ve been acting kinda strange lately. Like, for example, when we have interviews, or photoshoots, and we have to get our makeup done; you kinda act a little funny. Like you’re nervous and it’s been happening for a while. You’ve never acted like that before. Is something wrong?” 

Internally, you cursed him. How dare he be good at picking up your uncomfortable cues. The way you looked at yourself in the mirror and quickly looked away. You saw yourself, but not in the way you wanted to. It always felt wrong. 

You hesitated, unsure if you should bring it up, or not. You knew he wouldn’t judge you, but you still felt unsure. What if he didn’t understand it? What if something changed and he did judge you? 

“You know how genders exist?” 

“Mhm.” 

Your eyes caught the carpet. You sucked in a deep breath, trying to find the courage to speak up. “What if… What if I don’t feel like a specific gender?” 

“Then you don’t feel like a specific gender.” 

“But…” 

“But?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“But… I-” You shook your head and shut your eyes. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I feel. Some days, I want to go by certain pronouns and other days, I feel like a foreign being in my own body. What if I don’t know who I am, Seungmin?” 

“Who said you have to know?” 

You chuckled weakly, “the world.” 

“The world is bullshit. This is your life and you might only get one of them. The bravest thing a person can do in this life is unapologetically be yourself. The world doesn’t need an explanation. Society doesn’t need a definition.” 

“What if I want to label it?” 

“Then you’re allowed to do that as well.” 

“I think I might be non-binary.” 

“Well, in that case, congratulations on coming out.” 

You blinked a few times, trying to process his words. “That’s it? That’s all you're going to say?” 

“Uh-” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, is that not the right thing to say? What do you want me to do? Should I tell you to go back in the closet, or…?” 

“But you’re not making it a big deal. You’re not acting like it’s a problem.” 

“Why would it be a problem?” 

“It’s not normal.” 

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “A lot of things aren’t normal. Who gets to define what’s normal and what’s not? Society changes all the time. You’re still you. You still have that same personality. So maybe you feel one gender, another, or maybe none of them. That’s not a big deal. A big deal would be you announcing that you’re bringing a baby into the world. This isn’t a problem.”

“But aren’t you scared?” 

“Of what?” 

“What if the fans find out? What if they leave?” 

“Then those sound like people I don’t want to have in our fan group. We’re accepting of different cultures here. Different languages, different communities, different genders, different sexualities. If someone is going to alienate someone and try to ridicule someone for something that makes them feel happy, that’s not a person I’d like to be associated with.” 

You stared at him, feeling like you might cry. His brutal honesty created a shield in front of you and you didn’t know how to thank him. You knew his words rang true, but hearing them out loud, hearing that someone believed in you, no matter who you felt like, no matter who you wanted to be, it felt like saving grace. 

“Why are you tearing up?” He asked. “I didn’t think you were the sappy type.” 

“Because I’ve been holding it back for a while. I’ve been terrified of how you’ll all react. I don’t want to cause problems in the group.”

“Uh, have you met us? Felix practically wants to live in Changbin’s muscles. Han and Minho have hundreds of fanfics written about the two of them. I like being manhandled. Hyunjin and Chan have made two music videos together where they’re practically in heat around one another. Changbin insists he’s married to Hyunjin and you’re worried about us judging you because you don’t feel like a specific gender fits you?” 

Your eyes went down and you scratched the back of your head. “You know, when you say it out loud, it kinda sounds silly.” 

“We love you, you idiot. All of you. You’re not letting us down if you decide to do what makes you happy. It’s encouraged here and you should know that by now.” 

“So I shouldn’t be afraid if I come out to the other guys?” 

“I think the only thing you should be afraid of is Felix hugging you so tight, he might crack your ribs.” 

“Thanks, Seungmin.” 

“Anytime. Now if you’re going to get some sleep, I’m going to turn off the light. I can’t stand sleeping in anything, but the dark.”

“Right.” You jerked up the covers and hunkered into the coolness. A faint smile appeared on your face as the lights flipped off. This went far better than you expected it to. 

If Seungmin was this accepting, you had no doubt that the rest would accept you with open arms. 

~ ~ ~ 

The next morning, after a hotel breakfast of scrambled eggs and maple sausage, you sat in the back of the car with your lips pressed together. Seungmin hadn’t said anything about last night’s conversation and you knew he wasn’t going to. He was reliable like that and he knew it wasn’t his right to bring up. 

Your manager was still inside the hotel. He was talking to one of the employees about something. The rest of you waited for him to come back and drive you to the venue for night two of the concert. The guys were lost in their own conversations. 

It took a few moments for you to decide what to do. You could have waited to tell the guys later, but it didn’t feel right to leave them out of the conversation. You cleared your throat, trying to catch their attention. 

It only worked about half. Beside you, Hyunjin’s face scrunched up. “I swear, if you have a sore throat and you give it to me, I’m going to give it right back to you.” 

“I don’t, I just want to say something.” 

“Oh, in that case, I’ve got it.” He shut his eyes and lifted his head. “Everyone, shut up!” When the van quieted, he looked back at you and smiled. “Okay, you can talk now.”

“Thanks.” 

“Is something wrong?” Han was the first to turn around in his seat. “Are you feeling okay?” 

The guys shifted in their seats, trying to look at you. You sat in the back left corner of the van. “I’m alright, I just want to tell you guys something that I’ve been keeping quiet for a while now.” 

A quiet tension strummed up. The guys glanced at one another, unsure of where this was going, but they waited for you to speak. Your eyes caught Seungmin’s and he slightly nodded, letting you know it was okay. 

“I-I think I’m non-binary.” 

“That’s okay,” Hyunjin reached over and gently patted your shoulder. “I’m not good with binary codes, either.” 

“Wait, what?” Han asked. 

Felix burst into a fit of laughter. “Hyung, I think they mean they don’t fit into a specific gender spectrum. They’re not talking about coding, they’re talking about genders.” 

“Oh! That makes a lot more sense. Sorry, sorry.” He reached over with a meek smile and patted your shoulder again. “Congrats on that. I’m still not good at binary codes. Hopefully, I’m better at understanding this. I should have known that.” 

“Your stupidity impresses me every day, Hwang.” 

“Shut up, Minho, I said I was sorry!” 

“This is really cool!” Felix grinned and leaned forward. He pressed his chin to the edge of the seat. “Thank you for telling us.” His hand reached out towards yours. You reached up and gently grabbed it with a shy smile. 

“So what do you want to go by now? For your pronouns?” Jeongin asked. 

“Uh…” You shrugged, still not quite sure. 

“I’m calling you an ‘it,’” Minho called from up front. “It as in a creature. You’ve always been a bit of a creature. A bit of a freak. Fortunately, I am just as much of a freak as you are.” He smirked in the rearview mirror and winked. 

“Hyung, you can’t say that!” Seungmin sputtered. 

“We should celebrate!” Changbin squealed. “After this concert, I’m buying us all drinks.” 

“How are we going to tell the fans?” You asked. “I mean, they deserve to know, right? I-” 

“Woah,” Chan’s eyes widened. “We don’t have to tell them right away. You’re allowed to take the time and let it settle between all of us first, yeah? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. When the time feels right for you, we’ll do it in whatever way feels the best, okay?” 

You sucked in a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, I think that feels better. So you’re not mad?” 

“Mad?” Han’s eyes widened. “Mad? Why would we be mad?” 

“Woman, man, non-conforming,” Minho waved his hand. “As long as I can still touch your ass, it’s not a problem for me.” 

“We still love you, no matter what,” Jeongin added. 

“We’re happy you told us,” Felix squeezed your hand again. 

“Do I still get to touch your ass, or…” 

“Minho, hyung!” 

He rolled his eyes and slammed his rearview mirror shut. “When did it become a criminal act to show your members love?” 

“By touching our asses?” 

“It’s my way of showing my love.” 

“Pervert,” Jeongin mumbled. “I heard that and just for that, I’m gonna lift your shirt later and show your abs.” 

“Go ahead, I’ve been working on them.”

“Oh!” Felix’s eyes widened. “Can I feel them? Can I see them? Do you wanna see mine, too?” 

Seungmin chuckled and glanced back at you. “See, I told you and you were worried about not being accepted by these idiots?”

“You told Seungmin first?” Changbin asked you. 

“It’s not like I meant to do it on purpose!” 

And that’s when the bickering and arguing started over which group member you loved more. Despite it, you couldn’t get over the warmth that encapsulated your heart. Maybe you weren’t perfect and you were still figuring things out. 

No matter who you wanted to be, as long as you were here, you’d always have people who rooted for you; they’d always be your home.

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