#F-18 Demo

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A US Navy Super Hornet blasting off for it's demo flight during RIAT 2016

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Vocal Training

Sunbae! Chan x Reader

Tags: smut 18+, corruption kink, studio sex, desperate begging, sunbae!Chan, subtextual innocence, loss of control, secret relationship, possessive Chan, aftercare, dirty talk, voice kink, praise kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, begging kink, recording booth sex, Chan’s studio

Word count: 4.9k

Summary: You were supposed to just get some help with your vocals. That was it. Nothing more. Chan offered to coach you, one-on-one, in the safety of his studio—and you told yourself it didn’t mean anything. He was older. Wiser. Always calm and steady in a way you’d never learned to be. You didn’t expect the compliments, the touches, the subtle tests to see how far you’d let him go. And you definitely didn’t expect the day he finally broke you open in the booth, kissed you like you belonged to him, and made you beg to be ruined.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

A/N: This was requested by @rosequartsz, Enjoy 😉 Happy Birthday!

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The first time you sat on his lap, it wasn’t on purpose.

There were only two chairs in the studio that night—one behind the desk, the other pushed into a corner and buried under a pile of hoodies, empty plastic bottles, and an old guitar strap. Chan had offered you the good one, naturally, but you’d been too focused on the demo he was pulling up, the way he always hummed along even when he wasn’t trying. You leaned closer to watch his screen, one knee on the armrest, and somehow—without thinking—you just… perched.

Right there.

Right on his thigh.

He froze beneath you. Only for a second. Just long enough to make you glance down in confusion, your wide eyes meeting his.

“Oh—sorry,” you started to move, but his hand landed on your waist like it belonged there. Firm. Warm.

“It’s fine,” he said. Quiet. Almost strained.

You were too innocent to read the way his throat worked when he swallowed. Too sweet to notice the way his fingers tightened, just slightly, before he released you. You thought it was nothing—just Chan being polite. Chan being dependable. He always was.

You stayed on his lap the whole session.

—

After that, things didn’t change immediately. He still treated you like a kid. Still smiled at you like you were too soft to touch, too pure for his world of brutal hours and burn-out. You were only Jeongin’s age, barely debuted, and always apologizing for your mistakes. It was cute. Almost too cute.

But you kept coming back.

You’d text him after practice with breathless, excited questions about vocal warmups. You’d sit beside him in the cafeteria, wearing those ridiculous oversized sweaters with sleeves that swallowed your hands. You called him “Channie” like it meant something holy.

And maybe it did. Maybe that’s why it drove him fucking insane.

You didn’t notice the shift at first. You were still babbling about key changes and melody lines when he started watching your lips more than your form. Still curling up beside him on the couch when his fingers began curling into fists to keep from touching you. You didn’t see how his jaw flexed when your skirt rose mid-thigh. You didn’t hear the way his breathing changed every time you asked him to “show you how it’s done.”

And you definitely didn’t know what you were doing the night you asked him this:

“Oppa, can I ask you something kinda weird?”

He looked up from his laptop. You were in the corner of the room again, legs tucked under you, wearing a tank top and shorts you definitely didn’t own last month. His gaze dropped before he could stop it. He didn’t answer right away.

“…Go ahead,” he said.

You twirled a pencil between your fingers. Bit your bottom lip. God.

“How do you, like…” You laughed, nervous and sweet. “How do you seduce someone?”

Silence.

The kind that made the air in the room feel thicker. Heavy.

You didn’t know it, but something in him broke the moment you said it.

He closed his laptop slowly, carefully. The hum of the monitors was suddenly loud in the quiet.

“You’re joking,” he said flatly.

You giggled. “Kind of?”

But your eyes were curious. Your lips glossy from that stupid cherry balm. Your knees bare and bent toward him like you didn’t even realize what position you’d put yourself in.

“Why are you asking me that?” he asked, voice lower now. Controlled.

You shrugged. “You just… seem like you’d know.”

There it was again—that innocence, all tangled up with something so casually dangerous.

And you had no idea.

You didn’t know why you asked him that.

The words had just come out—half a joke, half something else. Something sticky and curious and reckless. You hadn’t expected him to react the way he did.

Chan stared at you for a second too long. Not in the way people did when they were thinking. Not even in the way he looked at the screen when he was editing vocals—focused and zoned out and kind of tired. No. This stare was heavy. Charged. Like he was seeing something he shouldn’t.

Like he was trying to decide what to do with it.

He leaned back in his chair and scrubbed a hand over his mouth.

“You shouldn’t ask questions like that,” he said, almost under his breath.

Your stomach flipped. You weren’t sure why.

You tried to laugh it off. “Come on, I’m just curious.”

He didn’t smile.

“I’m not the person you should be asking.”

“Why not?” You tilted your head. You knew you were pushing. Maybe that was the point. Maybe you wanted to know how far you could go. “You’ve probably had, like, tons of experience, right?”

His eyes closed for a moment. Just a blink, but slower. Like he was exhausted all of a sudden.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

You shifted where you sat on the little couch, trying to lighten the mood. “So that’s a yes?”

Chan exhaled—sharp and short, more of a sound than a breath. Then he stood up.

For a second, you thought he was going to leave. That you’d actually annoyed him. But instead, he crossed the room and stopped right in front of you, arms crossed loosely over his chest, head tilted down.

“You think seducing someone is a game?”

The words came out so quiet. So smooth. It made your skin tingle.

You blinked up at him. “N-No?”

“You think it’s just… lip gloss and eye contact and giggling like that?”

“I wasn’t—” You stopped. Realized you were giggling. Shit.

Chan’s mouth twitched, like he was fighting a smirk. Or a growl. You couldn’t tell.

He crouched down, suddenly eye-level, forearms resting on his knees. He looked at you like he was studying something—like he was figuring out whether you were real or some kind of trick.

“You want to learn how to seduce someone?” he asked, lower now. Softer.

You nodded. Barely.

He leaned in a little more. You could feel the heat of him, smell that clean, rosy scent he always carried—like skin and sweat and cologne that cost more than your rent.

“Then here’s your first lesson,” he murmured. “You don’t go asking men like me to teach you.”

You swallowed. Your throat felt dry.

“Why not?”

His gaze dropped—just for a second—to your lips. Then your knees.

Then back up.

“Because,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, “I’d stop teaching real fast.”

You stared at him. Words failed you.

He rose to his full height and stepped back, rubbing a hand over his neck like he was trying to shake something off.

“I’m gonna get some water,” he said, almost too casually. “You should go home soon. It’s getting late.”

And just like that, the moment cracked.

But it didn’t vanish.

It lingered—thick in the air, hot in your chest, humming between your thighs.

You watched the studio door close behind him. Your heart was pounding. Your hands trembled as you picked up your phone, pretending to scroll.

You weren’t sure what had just happened.

But you wanted to do it again.

—-

Chan didn’t text you for three days.

Which wouldn’t normally mean anything—he was always busy, running on fumes and three hours of sleep—but this time it felt different. You’d grown used to the casual replies, the quick “want to practice tonight?” or “you eating?” texts that came with no warning but always made you feel strangely warm.

Now, nothing.

No emoji-laced messages. No late-night memes. Not even a reaction to the video you posted of your new vocal practice.

It bothered you more than you wanted to admit.

When you finally saw him at the company building, he looked—fine. Tired, maybe. Sweaty from practice. But when you waved, his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey, you.” He said it softly, but his eyes flicked behind you—checking if anyone else was around.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked.

His brows drew together. “No. Why would I be mad?”

You fidgeted with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “You’ve been kind of… distant.”

Chan sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s not you. I just… think we should cool it with the late-night practices for a bit.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Oh.”

“Not forever,” he added quickly, voice a little too gentle. “You’ve been doing great. You’re killing it. I just think you don’t need me hovering all the time anymore.”

You stared at him. That wasn’t what this was about, and you both knew it.

“Is this about what I said?” you asked, a little quieter.

He didn’t answer.

You took a breath. “Because I was kidding, Channie. I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

His jaw tensed at that.

“You didn’t make anything weird,” he said. “I did.”

That stung.

He noticed.

“I just think it’s better if we keep some distance. You’re… pure. You’re new to all this. And I don’t want to mess that up for you.”

You didn’t know what to say. There was something in his voice—something tight and controlled, like he was clenching a muscle too hard.

He smiled again. Gentle. Fake.

“I’ll still help with your vocals. Just… not at night, okay?”

You nodded, but your chest felt cold.

And your curiosity?

Burned hotter than ever.

—

It took another week before you went back to the studio.

You told yourself it was innocent. You just wanted his input on your new harmony lines. It wasn’t about that moment. It wasn’t about the way he looked at you, or how your skin still tingled when you remembered the sound of his voice dropping low beside your ear.

You knocked on the studio door anyway, heart racing.

He was sitting at the desk, hoodie loose around his shoulders, hair pushed back with a headband. When he looked up and saw you, something flickered across his face.

You couldn’t tell if it was dread or desire.

“I thought we agreed—”

“I brought coffee,” you cut in quickly, holding up the bag with a small smile. “And I need your help.”

He stared at you for a second. Then sighed.

“Come in.”

You set the drinks down beside him and slid into the chair, pretending not to notice the way his hand twitched when your knees brushed. You opened your notebook, flipping through pages.

“I wrote a new verse,” you said. “I think it could use some warmth. Like that thing you always say about emotional resonance?”

He nodded slowly. Said nothing.

You pressed play on your recording, humming along softly with the playback. He listened in silence.

When it ended, you looked at him.

“Well?”

His eyes were already on you.

“You’re improving.”

“Only improving?”

He hesitated. “You sound… honest. A little more raw. Like you felt it.”

You bit your lip—just enough to get his attention. “Maybe I was thinking about you.”

You meant it as a joke. Almost.

He didn’t take it that way.

“Don’t.”

The word hit the air hard and fast. You blinked.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t flirt with me.”

The room went quiet. Your pulse jumped.

“I’m not,” you said—too soft, too fast.

Chan stood up suddenly, pushing back from the desk. He walked to the corner of the studio, then stopped with his back to you.

“You don’t understand,” he said quietly. “You think you’re playing a game. You think it’s harmless.”

You stood, too. “What if I do understand?”

He turned slowly. His eyes met yours—and they weren’t soft anymore.

“Then you should leave.”

Your heart kicked against your ribs. But you didn’t move.

You stepped forward instead.

“Channie,” you whispered. “What would happen if I didn’t?”

His hands clenched at his sides. His throat bobbed.

Then, finally, voice low and dangerous, he answered:

“Then I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

You didn’t flinch when he said it.

You didn’t back away. Didn’t apologize. Didn’t break the eye contact, even when the air between you got heavy with something thicker than silence.

So when Chan stepped toward you—slow, measured, eyes locked to yours—you didn’t move. Not even when the space between you vanished.

He was so close now you could see the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw. The outline of every thought he wasn’t saying etched across his face.

You’d never seen him like this. Not guarded. Not careful.

Just… watching.

He reached out—slowly—and his fingers grazed your cheek. Not a full touch. Just enough to test.

You exhaled—too sharp.

“You want to play grown-up, huh?” he murmured, thumb brushing along your jaw. “Want to act like you know what you’re doing?”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. He didn’t wait for an answer.

“Let’s see, then.”

He stepped around you. Close enough that his chest brushed your back as he circled behind you. His voice was still low, soft enough that it felt like it sank straight into your skin.

“If you really understood what you were asking for,” he said, “you’d be nervous right now.”

“I am nervous,” you whispered.

“Not nervous enough.”

His fingers slid down your arms—not quite holding you, just ghosting. Just enough to make your breath catch.

“You’ve got no idea what it means to really seduce someone. You think it’s about looking pretty and biting your lip.” He leaned in, his breath warm on your neck. “But it’s not.”

He let the silence stretch, thick and pulsing.

“You wanna know what seduction is?” he whispered.

You nodded.

“Then let me show you something.”

He moved in front of you again—close enough that you could smell the coffee on his breath and the heat radiating off his body. His eyes searched yours for a long moment.

Then he reached for your hand.

Gently. Carefully. Like you might pull away.

You didn’t.

He brought it up—slowly—and pressed it against his chest, right over his heartbeat. His skin burned through the fabric of his hoodie.

“You feel that?” he said. “That’s what you’re doing to me without even trying.”

You swallowed, lips parting.

His hand stayed over yours, holding it in place. “Now imagine what would happen if I stopped trying, too.”

Your pulse jumped.

“I’m giving you one chance,” he said. “Tell me to stop. Say it, and we go back to normal. You walk out that door, and I forget this ever happened.”

He held your gaze.

“But if you don’t…”

You couldn’t breathe.

“If you don’t say it…” His voice dropped an octave. “Then I’m going to keep showing you. Until you’re not just pretending anymore.”

His hand on yours tightened just enough to ground you. Just enough to make you dizzy.

You didn’t say anything.

And you didn’t move.

The corner of his mouth twitched—just slightly.

“…That’s what I thought.”

His fingers slid from your hand to your wrist—holding you there like a question. Not forcing. Not demanding. Just… waiting.

Waiting to see if you’d flinch.

You didn’t.

Chan’s thumb brushed against your inner wrist, dragging slowly across the pulse point.

“You’re shaking,” he said.

You were.

Not from fear. From anticipation.

He leaned in—closer than before—and tilted his head, speaking softly into your ear.

“I’m not going to forget this, you know.”

His voice. God, his voice. It wasn’t just deep—it was intimate. Thick. Low and smooth like it was meant to curl around your spine and melt into your skin.

“I don’t want you to,” you breathed.

He pulled back just enough to look at you. You couldn’t read the expression in his eyes—like he was still deciding whether this was wrong or just dangerous.

Then he cupped your cheek—so gently—and ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Open.”

Your lips parted instinctively.

His thumb dragged down, slow and deliberate, wetting itself along the inside of your mouth before he pulled away. He watched you, eyes fixed on the way your lips stayed open just a beat too long.

“Good,” he murmured. “You’re listening.”

You didn’t trust yourself to speak. Your whole body buzzed like it had been rewired.

He stepped in closer again, crowding you slightly, like he needed your attention narrowed down to only him.

“Lesson one,” he said, voice low. “Seduction isn’t about what you show. It’s about what you hold back.”

His fingers brushed down your arm again. Slower this time. His palm settled lightly on your waist—just warm contact, nothing filthy yet, and it still made your breath stutter.

“You don’t give it all away at once,” he continued, “You let them wonder. You make them want.”

His hand slid from your waist to your hip.

“And you never…” his fingers dipped just slightly lower, “…ever touch first unless you’re ready to be touched back.”

You froze.

But you didn’t pull away.

Chan’s gaze dragged down your face—lingering on your lips, your neck, the flushed skin rising above your shirt.

“Can I?” he asked.

Your voice was barely a whisper. “Yes.”

His hands found your thighs—warm, steady—and he tugged you gently toward the studio couch behind you until the backs of your knees hit the edge. You sat without thinking.

He stayed standing, eyes dragging over you like he was seeing you for the first time. Then, slowly, he dropped to his knees.

Knees.

Chan knelt in front of you.

His hands settled on your knees, thumbs stroking soft circles there. Not pushing them apart. Not yet. Just resting. Just waiting.

“You want me to touch you?” he asked, voice almost too soft to hear. “Tell me.”

You hesitated—but not because you didn’t want it.

Because you’d never said anything like this out loud before.

“I want you to touch me.”

“Where?”

Your face burned.

He leaned in again, whispering against the inside of your thigh. “Use your words.”

You swallowed hard. “Between my legs.”

His hands inched upward, fingertips skimming over your skin, dragging the hem of your shorts with them.

“Say it,” he murmured.

You closed your eyes. “Touch me between my legs, Channie.”

He hummed—a low, satisfied sound that made your core throb.

Then finally—finally—he pressed the heel of his palm right where you needed it.

You gasped. Your thighs twitched under his hands.

He looked up at you, eyes dark. “That’s the reaction I want. Not just pretty words. Not just teasing.”

He started rubbing slow circles, firm and steady, watching your every twitch and moan like he was studying you.

“Lesson two,” he said, voice thick now. “You learn more from pressure than from touch.”

Your breath hitched.

“Feel that?” His fingers pressed just a little harder. “That’s what it feels like when someone really wants you.”

You whimpered, unable to hide it.

“And I haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.”

Chan worked you open slowly—still on his knees, still fully clothed—like he had all the time in the world and wanted to feel every second of your unraveling.

His hand moved in firm, perfect circles, pressing between your legs over the thin fabric of your shorts. You were soaked already, thighs shaking, fingers digging into the edge of the couch.

“I haven’t even gotten under yet,” he murmured, eyes on your flushed face. “That alone making you this wet?”

You nodded helplessly.

He gave a dark chuckle—like he’d known, but needed to hear it.

Then he slid his fingers under the waistband, dipping past your panties.

The first proper touch was a shock—direct, confident, nothing shy about the way he parted you with two fingers and found your clit immediately. You gasped, body jerking, and he grinned against your thigh like he’d been waiting for that sound.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “So warm.”

His fingers kept moving—teasing, exploring, pressing just right—and the tension built so fast it scared you.

“I—Chan—” you gasped. “Wait, I think I—”

“Let it happen.”

You shook your head, breath ragged. “I’ve never—no one’s ever made me—”

His eyes locked on yours, sharp with something wicked.

“You’ve never come before?”

You shook your head, lips trembling.

His whole expression shifted—like something inside him snapped loose.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “No wonder you keep looking at me like that.”

His fingers changed pace—less teasing now, more deliberate. Faster. Filthier. You cried out, hand flying to his wrist, but he didn’t stop.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.

You tried. God, you tried.

Your legs trembled, muscles seizing, mouth falling open as everything in you tightened to a breaking point—and then—

You shattered.

Silently at first. Then with a choked moan as your first real orgasm hit you like a fucking freight train. It was overwhelming. Too much.

Chan didn’t stop right away. He slowed down, coaxing you through it with soft circles, his free hand bracing your thigh to hold you open while you writhed under his touch.

When you finally slumped forward, trembling and breathless, he kissed the inside of your knee.

You were still dazed when he stood, wiping his fingers with a tissue before reaching down and hooking both hands under your thighs.

“Wait—what—?”

“I’m not done,” he said, lifting you clean off the couch.

He lifted you so easily it felt unreal—like your body didn’t weigh anything in his arms. Your breath caught as he crossed the room with you, eyes dark, mouth set in something determined and dangerous.

The door to the recording booth clicked open. He carried you in and kicked it closed behind him with a heavy thud.

Then he turned, leaned you against the padded wall, and just… looked at you.

You were still shaking.

From the orgasm he’d pulled out of you minutes ago. From the way his hands never stopped roaming. From the look in his eyes now, like he wasn’t sure whether to worship you or break you.

“Do you have any idea how sweet you feel?” he asked, voice rough, lips brushing your ear.

You swallowed hard. “Chan…”

He pulled back to look at you, and the heat in his gaze made your knees weak.

“I’m trying to be patient,” he said. “But watching you fall apart like that…”

He dipped his head to your neck. Kissed it. Bit it, just enough to sting.

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

You blinked up at him—flushed, dazed, aching.

“I—” You bit your lip. “I want you…”

He tilted his head. “Want me how?”

Your face burned.

“I want you to—” You hesitated, thighs pressing together. “To fuck me.”

His mouth twitched into a dark smile. “Say please?”

You flushed deeper. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, Channie,” you breathed, voice trembling. “Please fuck me. I want you inside me. I want to feel it. I want to feel you.”

He exhaled through his nose, slow and sharp, and you felt the shift in him—like the last thread of restraint had finally snapped.

“Good girl.”

He set you down only to spin you around, pressing you face-first against the booth wall. You gasped at the cold surface, hands bracing yourself as he yanked your shorts and panties down your thighs in one smooth motion.

Then he dropped to his knees behind you.

You felt his breath first. Hot against your bare, soaked heat. Then his mouth.

You cried out when his tongue dragged over your folds—wet, eager, messy. He groaned low in his throat, hands gripping your ass, spreading you open wider so he could fuck you with his tongue until your legs buckled.

“Still so fucking tight,” he muttered between licks. “So perfect.”

“Chan—please—” Your voice cracked. “I need it, I need it—”

He stood behind you again, and you heard the rustle of his jeans, the soft slap of skin as he stroked himself.

You turned your head, panting. “I want it. I want you. I can take it, please—”

“You better hold on,” he said, voice dark. “Because I’m not stopping once I start.”

You nodded, desperate.

Then he lined up—and slid in.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t cruel. It was perfect.

Thick, deep, stretching you so full so fast your knees almost gave out. You choked on a gasp, both hands flying to the padded wall, trying to steady yourself as he bottomed out with a low growl.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You feel that?”

You whimpered, back arching. “Yes—fuck, yes—”

He pulled back and slammed into you again—harder this time—and your moan echoed off the walls.

“You’ve been waiting for this,” he said through gritted teeth. “Walking around all innocent. Pretending you don’t know what you do to me.”

“I wasn’t pretending,” you sobbed.

“Bullshit.”

His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he fucked into you—slow, deep thrusts that dragged along every nerve ending you had. He filled you so completely you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could only feel.

“I should’ve made you beg earlier,” he groaned. “The way you sound when you’re desperate? Fucking unreal.”

You clenched around him—tight, pulsing—and he hissed, slamming into you harder.

“Say it again.”

“Please,” you cried. “Please, Chan, don’t stop—don’t ever stop—”

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Let me ruin you.”

And he did.

He fucked you deep and filthy, hips slamming into the backs of your thighs, hands everywhere—your waist, your hair, your throat. His mouth found your shoulder, biting down as you started to come again, your body seizing around him like it couldn’t stand the pleasure anymore.

“Fuck, that’s it, come for me—so fucking tight—shit—”

You screamed into the wall as you shattered around him, sobbing his name, body shaking like it couldn’t hold the heat anymore.

And he followed—hard.

He buried himself to the hilt and groaned deep in your ear as he came inside you, thick and hot, his hips jerking with every pulse.

You collapsed against the booth wall, legs trembling, breath ragged.

Chan stayed there for a moment, forehead resting against the back of your neck, both of you panting.

Then he pulled out slowly—gently—and turned you around to catch you before you fell.

His arms wrapped around you.

And for a long, quiet second, he just held you. Pressed his lips to your forehead. Let your heart slow against his.

“You’re never gonna look at this booth the same way again,” he whispered.

Your legs were jelly. Your mind was somewhere far away. Every inch of your body throbbed with the echo of what just happened.

Chan held you up effortlessly, arms wrapped around you like he didn’t trust your knees to hold. He kissed your temple, slow and warm, and whispered, “I’ve got you.”

He reached behind you, tugging his shirt off in one fluid motion, then gently helped you step out of your rumpled clothes. When he slid his shirt over your head, you leaned into his chest, still trying to catch your breath, the scent of him wrapping around you like another blanket.

“Too much?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head, cheek pressed against his skin. “No. Just… never felt like that before.”

He hummed, proud and gentle all at once. “Good. You shouldn’t have to settle for anything less than that.”

He helped you sit on the little bench in the corner of the booth, kneeling in front of you like earlier—except now he wasn’t teasing. He was checking. Fixing you.

You watched him silently as he used a soft wipe to clean you between the legs, careful and slow even though you winced from the tenderness. His brows furrowed in concentration, lips slightly parted.

“I didn’t hurt you?”

You shook your head again. “You took care of me.”

He glanced up at that. Smiled softly. “Yeah. I’ll always do that.”

You believed him.

He stood and tugged his pants up, then crouched to help you dress again too—every zipper, every button, like it was part of some sacred ritual.

After you were both dressed again, he pulled you into his lap, back against the booth wall, arms wrapped tight around you. His chin rested on your shoulder.

For a while, you just sat there. Let the silence hold you.

“Are you gonna regret this?” you asked eventually, voice barely above a whisper.

His answer came instantly. “No.”

You turned your head to look at him, heart pounding.

“I should,” he added, brushing his nose against your cheek. “But I don’t. Not even a little.”

You bit your lip. “So what now?”

He gave a crooked little smile. “Now,” he said, “we’re going to pretend nothing happened.”

You blinked.

“In front of the others,” he clarified, brushing a thumb across your lower lip. “In public. Around Jeongin. Especially around Jeongin.”

Your laugh came out small and breathy. “And in private?”

“In private,” he murmured, voice dipping low, “I’ll keep teaching you.”

You shivered.

He kissed your jaw, soft and slow. “You’ll keep begging.”

Another kiss. “And I’ll keep wrecking you.”

You moaned quietly, already aching again.

“But for now,” he said, tightening his arms around you, “you’re gonna let me hold you.”

You let your eyes flutter shut and leaned into his chest.

Outside the booth, the studio lights hummed. Somewhere in the distance, a phone buzzed. But in here—in Chan’s arms—it felt like time had stopped. Like something real had started.

Maybe it was the beginning of a mistake.

Maybe it was the best secret you’d ever keep.

But for now, it was just the two of you.

And neither of you planned to stop.

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Authors note: Hi guys! Sorry I disappeared for a few days, a lot was happening irl but i am back though! I want to expand the “unknown number” fic into an ot8 series (if you haven’t read it yet then check my masterlist under bang chan) please let me know what you think, its gonna be the same concept but random af story lines 🤭

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[suevi-if]

Suevi is an interactive fiction WIP - Chapter 1 out now!

This story is about finding love and surviving in Ancient Rome... as a Germanic slave.

[Demo Link]

Prologue - 5.5k words (without code)

Chapter 1 - 21.5k words (without code) - added June 8th 2025

[genres: romance, historical fiction, low fantasy, dark]

This book is for mature audience only (18+). It's currently still in early development and everything released is subject to possible change. The book will contain mature themes like slavery, abuse of any kind, sexual content (mostly optional), death of people and animals (the latter for food and sacrificial purposes), diseases, suicidal ideations, homophobia, transphobia, body dysmorphia, possible self mutilation, swearing, attempted non consensual intercourse (this is not a definitive list of triggers!).

There will be trigger warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

This is a work of fiction. Wherever possible and plausible, I incorporate information that is available about how Germanic tribes lived, how Germanic slaves were treated, what life in a Roman city looked like etc.

However, especially about the Germanic tribes, and about the timeframe I chose, there is only very little information. They did have runes but only used them for ritualistic purposes, never to write anything down; they had no written languages. Because of that, actual legitimate information is extremely scarce, and the information that we have is mostly written from an "enemy" point of view - the Romans.

I might somewhat substitute with things we know about the vikings, which technically also were Germanic tribes, but they lived quite some hundred years after the timespan I aim for the main story of this IF to be set in (which is essentially shortly after/around 14 CE).

Other choices and possible changes of actual facts/information about the historical times and people are made for flavour and for the readers' comfort.

After a skirmish close to the Roman border, you are captured and transported to a city. Your capturer forces you into slavery and sells you off to a patrician family — wealthy Romans, in social and political standings only underneath the Emperor.

Desperately you try to adapt to these new circumstances — you don't even speak their language, know nothing about their culture... It's a whole different world for you. At first, you struggle to even communicate with the people that call themselves your "familia". Will you manage to live amongst them, or will you refuse to obey the rules and orders you are unfamiliar with?

What will your fate be? Will you stay with your new family, will you try to escape to your old family, or will you look for a better future elsewhere?

Will you try to abandon old beliefs and adapt to new ones? Or is the hold of the old Gods too strong on you to let go?

And what role does the person who enslaved you really play in all of this?

Customize your own Suevi — choose your sex, gender, sexuality, looks, the God you mainly pray to and your former occupation (depending on the tribe you are from).

Pick one of five love interests (includes one poly option):

Ing (Ingunn/Ingram), the quiet and angry Cherusci servant (m/f) [Tropes: Friends (to Enemies) to Lovers // Clueless Love // REDACTED]

Aquila (always named Aquila), the cheerful, friendly Roman artist (m/f/nb) [Trope: Sex first, feelings later — Fast burn fling, Slow burn romance]

D (Dewognata/Dagomaros), the Gaul weaver with a tragic backstory (m/f) [Tropes: Rescue Romance // (Not so) Secret Admirer]

Nefer (Nefertari/Neferkare), the chronically tired, sarcastic Nubian merchant (m/f) [Trope: Secret identity/Dark secret]

Xen (Xeno/Xenon), the gentle and wise Greek teacher (m/f) [Tropes: Single Parent // Child as matchmaker // Age gap]

Poly option: MC x Ing x Aquila

Find love, have a good time with no strings attached (flings!) or just do your own thing (and hopefully escape slavery).

FAQ

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Buy me a coffee (and have my eternal gratitude <3)

Popular tags (for each RO, RO reactions etc.)

Physical description RO's

RO Moodboards

Play the demo here!

Immersive playlist (Youtube Music)

Also, this is my first IF and I haven't written anything major really for the past 10 years — so I might be somewhat rusty in some parts and completely new to other parts (namely, ChoiceScript). If you have tips, tricks, resources to learn/get better and constructive criticism, or you found any bugs or mistakes in my demo, I'd love to hear from you!

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you'll enjoy my story!

[childrenofcain-if]

DEMO ✝ BACK-UP ACCOUNT

Wealth. Power. Death.

The Ballad of the Young Gods is a dark academia interactive fiction story, with dark fantasy and psychological thriller themes. Some of the romances also contain tropes and storylines which may be disturbing to some readers.

It is based on media like “Ninth House” by Leigh Bardugo, “The Secret History” by Donna Tart, “Masters of Death” by Olivie Blake, and SYFY’s “Deadly Class”.

It is rated 18+ for depictions of swearing, sexual themes, violence, and death.

Getting into an Ivy League school is a dream that thousands of American students nurse from a young age. Luckily for you, that dream is your reality. Four years of continuous hard work and pressure have made you a proud freshman at Yale University. And as if that wasn’t enough, you have been handpicked to attend Rathore College, whose selection process is revered across all the nation’s top educational institutions. But you should’ve known this stroke of luck came with a catch.

Yale is a crucible of power, where secret societies wield arcane magic and the dead are far from silent. The illustrious House of Styx wants you and this is a situation that not even your money can get you out of.

They are powerful, elite, and most of all, controlling beyond recognition. They are also the heart of the eight secret societies that attach themselves to Yale. From the White House to Hollywood’s most acclaimed stars, their influence reaches farther than anyone can dare to imagine.

A sinister conspiracy brews under Styx’s watchful gaze, one that threatens to unravel the fragile balance between the living and the dead. But in a graveyard of secrets, you and your accomplices are the ones with the shovels. You’re now in a world where the past is never truly dead, and the lines between life and death blur with each passing day.

But some secrets are better left buried, and some prophecies are destined to drag you to hell.

Cédric Armand Lacroix / Céline Armelle Lacroix (M/F)

Vindictive. Conniving. Ruthless.

As the heir to the Lacroix fortune, C is every bit as arrogant as their bloodline demands them to be. Even after the messy divorce of their parents which further led to their disownment by their father, Alain Lacroix, they refuse to give up on their dignity. They’ve vowed to destroy him one day and take what’s rightful theirs, brick by brick. The world bent to C’s whims, what money couldn't buy them, those pale green eyes probably did.

There is nothing that they can’t have, especially if they set their mind to that. That is until you came along and stayed one step ahead of them every time in everything that mattered. It wasn’t just the fortune or the legacy at stake; it was the bruising of their pride, the constant reminder that someone—anyone—could outmaneuver them. But beneath the layers of resentment and anger, there’s something more—something darker, even more dangerous.

An obsession takes root, one that blurs the line between hatred and fascination. And they vow to spend their whole life despising you for everything.

Romance trope: Enemies / Academic Rivals to Lovers.

Vance Kasper Næsholm / Vanessa Karina Næsholm (M/F)

Pious. Haunted. Disillusioned.

Raised under the oppressive influence of a rigid, fire-and-brimstone faith in a Danish Catholic orphanage, they were taught to see demons in every shadow and sin in every touch. Forever haunted by the visions provided by a wrathful God they can neither fully grasp their mind around nor escape from, their only reprieve came on the day they got adopted at the age of six and diagnosed with schizophrenia. But the truth of their ‘psychosis’ may be far more sinister than any medical diagnosis could account for.

As the tides become even stormier and their medications become ineffective when they arrive at Yale, all V can do is hold on to the last threads of control over their lives. Your first meeting almost makes them teeter over the edge.

Now that they’re your roommate, they’re bound to you by fate or folly, but whether they’ll be a stable ally remains to be seen.

Romance trope: Roommate Romance.

Wilhelm Johann Ostendorf / Wilhelmine Johanna Ostendorf (M/F)

Exhausted. Abandoned. Lost.

What does the world think of you when you’re a product of brilliance and neglect at the same time? With an Oscar-winning filmmaker for a father and a mother ensconced on the American board of directors at the Louvre, their pedigree is undeniable, yet it is a legacy more hollow than it appears. While their parents sculpted their careers into masterpieces and amassed accolades, they left W to be raised by their paternal aunt and uncle. A sizeable trust fund and periodic checks served as their parents’ only gestures of care, a shallow substitute for the love and attention their only child so desperately craved.

The only times they had felt more than someone who was deeply unlovable were the summers you spent on rusty swingsets and fast bicycles with training wheels. But the swingsets have long been dismantled, and the bicycles have been traded for cars.

The only questions remain—are you the same kid who saw them, really saw them, beyond the reality of being unwanted and the suffocating looks filled with pity that came with their name? Or will this reunion only serve to confirm their deepest fear—that they are, and always have been, truly alone?

Romance trope: Forgotten Childhood Friends to Lovers.

Dumitru Constantin Diaconu / Dumitra Constantina Diaconu (M/F)

Charismatic. Reckless. Guarded.

D’s name is the one that comes up in almost every conversation about Yale’s wildest parties. A natural-born rockstar charmer with a magnetic presence, they effortlessly draw people into their orbit, collecting hearts and bodies with the ease of someone who’s always been in the center of the gold rush. Despite the countless admirers and the trail of broken hearts left in their wake, you’ll always find them with a Marlboro between their lips and a new person in their arms to warm their bed at night. Their smile is a promise, and their laughter a siren call. In the haze of flashing lights and the thrum of bass that pulses through the walls, they are a heartbreaker in every sense of the word.

Feelings are a complication they don’t allow, a line they never cross. They’ve perfected the art of detachment, of keeping their connections strictly no-strings, because to let someone in would be to risk the vulnerability they’ve long since sworn off.

Will you be the only person they'd let peel back the barbed wire surrounding their heart? Or will you be left with nothing but the faint scent of cinnamon and a tale that wasn't meant to be?

Romance trope: Friends with Benefits / Sex First, Feelings Later. [You will only be able to unlock their romance route through a hookup.]

Maxwell Edmund Whitlock-Singh / Maxine Edythe Whitlock-Singh (M/F)

Duty-bound. Noble. Untouchable.

Politeness and decorum are second nature to M. They are the embodiment of manners, a living testament to the art of subtlety in a world where spectacle often trumps substance. They are the sort of person who commands attention without seeking it, a product of both royal blood and rigorous self-discipline. Dubbed the “Paragon of Styx,” M is a modern Plato, someone who finds as much solace in philosophical debates as in the classical texts they’ve devoured in multiple languages. As the second-born child of the Crown Princess of Wales, they have always understood that their life would be one of service with every action scrutinized, and every word weighed.

Their intellect is vast, but it is their passion for the esoteric that sets them apart. For all their convictions, there is a restlessness within M that even they cannot fully articulate. It is the paradox of their existence—a life of privilege that feels at times like a gilded cage, a role that demands both reverence and obedience. Indeed, heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Will you make them realize that life is more than duties and expectations? Or will you become yet another figure in the background, another reminder of the golden cage they were born into?

Romance trope: Forbidden Royal Romance / Secret Relationship.

Step into the shadows as the wealthy heir apparent to a billion-dollar industry who is just starting at Yale University as a freshman.

Be a part of Yale’s most enigmatic secret society, the House of Styx.

Fully customize your character including: pronouns, gender, physical appearance, personality, sexuality, and more.

Romance 1 out of 5 love interests (all of them are gender-selectable).

Study forbidden knowledge, practice dark magic, and try not to fail at your actual coursework.

Test your mind, body, and soul in rituals that blur the line between reality and nightmare.

Learn about the secrets that your mother took to her grave. Is she really the same woman you remember so fondly from your childhood?

Will you rise to navigate the sinister plans brewing under the nose of the House? Or will your actions drag you and your companions to the fiery depths of Hell.

W̶̗͖̝͆h̷͕̲̑̎̓̍̄̎͠͝a̵̢̛̫̾̓͗t̴̙̫͛̐͆̾̀̓̔̊͝ ̴��̪́̈́͛̂̉̀͒̊́ạ̸̗̯̲̘̬͗̀ͅr̸̢̪̜̭̼̠̟̜͚̂̈́͋͋̅͑̉́̎͝e̸̩̯͉̿̊̔͛̃̎͝ͅ ̵̢̹̜̤͍͙̩̬̰̜̏̃͝͠y̷̢̨͇̘͍̌́͐̍̆̓̑̐ǫ̶̢̧̡̛̥̤͉͎̟̃̏̍̓̒ͅu̷̓̂̾̇̇͜͝,̸͎̖̮̲̳̻̱̬̎̒͑͝ ̸̡̛̰̌͐c̶̛̪̗̰̻̜̲̘̺͗͊h̴̡͔̦̘̤̖͊̿̓̇i̵͉̘͙̥͍̼̜̐̐̄̅͝͝ĺ̶̡̧̧̼̦̦̗̰̝̼̓̊̀d̸̡͎͔͔̰̖̿̐̈́̓͊̌̃̓͜?̷̩̗̲̫̮͕̍̈́́̽͜͝͝

DEMO

RO DETAILS

SPOTIFY (for RO playlists, click on their names in the cast section)

PINTEREST

DISCORD

WRITTEN BY: axel (he/him)

CODED BY: @albywritesfiction (they/them)

[timefall-if]

DEMO (prologue / 11th of January 2025) || An IF based on & inspired by the show "Arcane". Time Fall is a drama interactive fiction story with steampunk & cyberpunk elements, set in the dual state-cities of Delphora and Draeken, also known as The Spire and The Depths. It's meant to follow complicated relationships, complicated choices, and complicated consequences. It is written with an 18+ audience in mind due to heavy themes and topics such as death, use of drugs and alcohol, swearing, violence, (optional & skippable) explicit sexual content etc.

Time does not wait for anyone, even for the one that controls it.

After the bloody aftermath of Draeken's rebellion against Delphora, you're left an orphan. Your mother lies dead beneath a pile of bodies, crushed under the boots of the Time Watchers, and your older brother, Mylo, is nowhere to be found. Bruised and scared, you're taken in by Marek, your mother's friend, together with a few other strays he managed to catch hiding in the shadows of the night.

As Marek tends to your wounds and wipes away your tears, the Council of the Eternals, forever holed up in their lavish upper city, is falling apart. They are in complete mayhem and disarray as, unbeknownst to you, one of the five time shards that keep the heart of the city—the Clocktower—working in tune with time's balance has been stolen.

Oddly enough, that lost shard looks suspiciously similar to the strange shiny stone your mother gave you and your brother right before the doomed uprising. With it gone, the flow of time grows slippery and erratic, as the Clocktower starts to decay without its missing piece.

Life in the undercity of Draeken, also known as The Depths, is brutal enough. But when an ill-fated encounter leaves you forever altered—your blood itself changed—you’ll soon realize that time is strange, and the thin fabric of reality a fickle thing. Even more so when it’s something you can no longer just witness ... but may be forced to control.

༒︎ Fully customizable MC including: pronouns, gender, physical appearance, personality, sexuality etc.

༒︎ Choose 1 out of 5 occupations for your MC: underground pit fighter, street artist, black market medic, inventor, or dingy bar singer.

༒︎ Romance 1 out of 4 love interests, all of which are gender-selectable. Engage in hookups with other side characters.

༒︎ Find your brother, or let him find you.

༒︎ Go through an unimaginable physiology-changing experiment and manage to keep your sanity, or become completely unrecognizable to those closest to you.

༒︎ Betray the people you care about or protect them at all costs.

༒︎ Explore the dual state-cities of Delphora and Draeken on a steampunk/cyberpunk background.

༒︎ Become the hero everyone wants you to be, a new world order dictator, or God :D

Maddox / Maxine (M/F) - Rough around the edges and with a body built for combat, M's very demeanour and appearance reflects years of hard living together with you in Draeken. Taken in by Marek after the failed uprising, M had grown overbearingly protective of you on the very first night of sharing a bed with each other as kids. Now, all grown up, M fights in Marek's underground fighting pit to earn their keep, but with every bloodied knuckle, their anger grows—anger at the scraps their people are handed by Delphora’s elite. M is ready to make a change. Are you?

— Possible (romance) routes: Best Friends to Lovers / Best Friends to FWB to Lovers / Best Friends to Lovers to Enemies / Best Friends to Enemies

Riven / Raven (M/F) - A street-smart wildcard loyal only to the highest bidder, R lives by a simple rule: survive and have a good time while doing it. So they smuggle goods and sell information to whoever pays the most. R is not above double-crossing anyone, and they don’t pretend to be. Always charming, confident, and looking at you like they want to take your pants off any second, you’ll have to find out if R is worthy of your trust, or if they’re truly incapable of not betraying those they care about.

— Possible (romance) routes: FWB to Lovers / FWB to Friends / Lovers to Enemies / FWB to Enemies

Seraphim / Seraphina Vaughn (M/F) - The strangest person you have met down in The Depths, and that’s saying something. S is sweet, about as intimidating as a puppy, with a wide and bright smile and … clothes that sometimes seem to be too well tailored to their frame with golden silky linings that make them stand out in ways they’re trying to hide. They’re a people pleaser at heart, but S’s thinly veiled ambition and naivety about the streets of Draeken makes you wonder about their intentions. They seem to be attached to you from the moment you meet. Can you figure out the catch, or will your trust come back to bite you?

— Possible (romance) routes : Friends to Lovers / Lovers to Enemies / Friends to Enemies

Cassian / Calypso Kazimier (M/F) - C’s deep sense of superiority and disdain for The Depths is reflected clearly on their sharp and cold face, their commanding presence demanding respect and authority with every move. As the most influential member of the Order of the Eternals, C makes it their very purpose to ensure that no one can challenge their rule, and that any threat to their control is dealt with swiftly and without mercy. What happens when that threat might be you? C is untouchable, they will make sure to squash you with their own hands. Unless …

— Possible (romance) routes : Corruption Arc / Enemies to Lovers / Enemies to Lovers to Enemies

DISCLAIMER: this is a project in early progress, meaning that there are things that might be subject to change later on.

LINKS: cog forum || ROs physical descriptions || other project || neon dividers credits

[fortuneforsaken-if]

What is a King to a God, and what is a God to a non-believer?

DEMO ☥ PINTEREST

This game is geared for mature audiences and as such is strictly 18+.

Ancient shackles bind you to the mortal realm, a soul severed from a home lost to the sands of time. A curse on you, a blessing for those who take command; Who wouldn't like to own a God?

You're the highly revered deity of fortune. Or you were, five thousand and eighty-two years ago. Now you're nothing but a glorified plaything to one of the most powerful families in the world. Every demand you must fulfill, no matter how vile or self-serving. The illusion of choice is all but shattered, there's nothing you can do to change it.

Or is there?

It takes a simple thing for something to shift. A fragment from the past, an ageless, flickering hum of power that unfurls the hands of fate and unearths buried sparks of hope. No one would've thought that an ancient sherd would hold the first hint to your freedom, a warm, familiar sensation of your soul locked in a tomb somewhere where no mortal has stepped in well over five thousand years.

Let's hope the decay doesn't take you before you find your way back home.

☥ FEATURES ☥

Two separate sides to customization; The one mortals perceive, and select parts of your true form. Choose names, appearances, gender, pronouns, sexuality, romantic orientation, and more.

Shape the personality that starts to re-emerge after being dulled for the better part of history. Reconnect with yourself, and get in touch with memories and feelings you lost so long ago.

Experience a character-driven story full of twists and turns that eventually determine how each of the three endings play out.

Romance one (or two) potential love interests from a cast of characters; A shunned archaeologist, a primordial God, the reincarnation of a priestess, or the mysterious man you can't quite place. Or don't, it's up to you.

And last but not least: Don't let the decay reach your heart. Every change of fortune has consequences, and mindfulness is encouraged. This game does have bad endings.

☥ CAST OF CHARACTERS ☥

Zain/Zaina Tharset ∆ M or F, 28

"You're my birthright, and I'd sooner have you dead than let you make a fool out of me."

Z is your charge. Loud, obnoxious, and entitled; They don't care about your feelings or protests. Every desire that leaves them only serves them alone, and it's on brand for most of the charges you've had before. In simple terms, Z is not a good person, and the more time you serve under them, the less you believe they have any redeeming qualities.

Like everyone in the family, Z has warm brown skin with golden undertones, and eyes in light shades of brown. Their hair is naturally curly and shaved on the sides, leaving a strip of hair on the top and back, like a fashionable mohawk. Zaina's hair reaches the middle of her shoulder blades, while Zain's stops at the nape of his neck.

Being bound to them is painful, but you have no choice. Trying to retrieve your soul will be an ordeal, and it might not be worth the agony.

Rami Tharset ∆ M, 28, RO

"Just because the world has forgotten you, forgotten them, doesn't mean I will."

Rami is the twin brother of your current charge. Kind and humble, it's difficult to imagine him a part of the Tharset family on count of how different he is from that pit of vipers. He keeps to himself, usually holed away in a library or study where he digs into the history of, well, you. Or the ancient world you came from. This has caused the rest of the archeological community to shun him, the name of your old empire nothing more than a myth and a glorified fairy tale.

Rami shares his family's warm brown skin tone, and the black curly hair that's usually a messy mop that sits on top of his head, unstyled and naturally chaotic. It reaches just the stop of his ears, and is shaved in the back. Light brown eyes that are quite blurry without his glasses, but the gold-tinted pilot-framed lenses fit him nicely.

He's one of the few friendly faces you face in the Tharset circle, and you curse your misfortune that you couldn't have him as a charge instead.

Maluset ∆ M, N/A, RO

"For all I am, all I have controlled, still I could not keep you safe. Forgive me, old friend."

The God of the Night, and everything that you have left of an age and life long forgotten. While the rest of your pantheon faded one by one, he remained. You've always known Maluset as a calm presence, a steadfast and unperturbed God that never let himself be shaken, by mortals or his siblings.

While Mal prefers manifesting as his animal motif - a jackal made of black marble and eyes like consolidated galaxies - he does have a human form too. If he must appear mortal, his skin takes the color of what the mortals of your time had; bronzed, medium brown with a golden undertone. His hair would be jet black and curly, medium length, and he likes it naturally tousled by the winds. If necessary, he'll let his eyes appear dark brown in color, but he prefers the starlit skies in them instead.

He's been a constant in your life, at least until he disappeared three centuries ago. You know he's still out there since the realm where you take shelter is his, and it hasn't yet disappeared.

Rory Ewing ∆ F, 23, RO

"I can't remember, but your face, it stirs something in my heart. Why? Who was I to you?"

Rory is a new acquaintance to you, but there's something very familiar about her. She might just be a student now, her curiosity bringing her close to you, but you can feel an old connection whenever she's close by. Her voice reminds you of prayers long ago, even if her modern vernacular is closer to 'damn, that shit's the bomb' than hymns sung in your praise. Then again, reincarnation has a way of changing people.

It doesn't, however, change appearances. Back in your day, Rory's vessel was a traveler from the north; Her skin was light beige, rosy in its undertones. Her hair was thick and a subdued red, woven into an intricate braid that hung over her shoulder, reaching her midriff. Her eyes were also uncommon to you; pale green, vibrant but ghostly.

She doesn't remember you, and maybe that's for the best. Her new self is a stark contrast to who she was, and you don't think she'd enjoy the idea of donning priestess garb over the punk-rockish getup she wears now.

Taz Arian ∆ M, 34, RO

"Funny, isn't it? How some people seem familiar, even when they shouldn't be."

Taz is... Someone. He appears out of nowhere to join your journey, his knowledge of old ruins and tombs handy but somewhat worrying when he shouldn't even be able to see you. There's a strange thrum of power coming from him whenever he speaks, and you swear you've met him before, but where? It might be easier to find out if he didn't deflect and flirt his way out of things, but it does help with mortals that can't see you.

His appearance is nothing extraordinary; Dark brown hair that's held up in a bun, and you could assume it reaches his shoulders when loose, the loose curls pulling it a tad shorter. His eyes are light in color, almost golden in the right light, glinting with mischief. His skin is weathered, and golden bronze in color, with an intricate tattoo of an eagle spanning across his chest. He also sports a short beard, which gives him a rogueish look.

There is something about him that tugs at your memories, but you can't catch that thread of remembrance for long enough to recall him. Still, he doesn't seem to mind and resorts to teasing you instead.

[scapegoated-if]

DEMO (128K) SOUNDTRACK PINTEREST BLUESKY Chapter 1 Release Date: 14th Mar 2025

All the leaves are brown, and the sky is grey.

18+ This interactive story includes graphic violence, sexual content, alcohol and drug use, profanity and more.

Disclaimer Gender and race-locked IF due to discussions of gender and racial politics throughout.

Take centre stage as a former-rockstar turned actress navigating your new career and the chilling grip of fan-obsession. Your once-famous band may be nothing short of a ghost of the past to you, but the rest of the world cannot seem to let go. The split in 1968 was scandalous, abrupt and mysterious. And although you’ve thrown yourself into acting and secured your first major role with a big time Hollywood director, whispers of blame have been on your tail ever since.

While most of Hollywood sees these rumours for what they are--empty gossip--a darker current takes precedence and poses a much more sinister threat to your life and the lives of those around you.

✼ Shape and mould into your truest ‘70s self. Perhaps you’re a mod-girl or a hippie? ✼ Interact with '60s and '70s icons on the Sunset Strip. ✼ Help uncover the identity of the 'Ampersand Killer' terrorising the West Coast. ✼ Decide which career path is more fitting for you. Are you made to live on the silver screen or stadium stages? ✼ Maintain and better your physical health and self-defence skills. ✼ Pick from a selection of love interests (including two gender-choice options). ✼ Includes an array of potential flings. ✼ A catalogue of original songs for fictional musicians.

Vincent "Vince" Buscemi, the ex-bandmate ⇢ You were part of one of the most renowned bands of the '60s together. Vince is a jaded soul, harbouring deep-seated reservations about many people--most notably the band's keyboardist--but he has always had a soft spot for you. Despite his guarded demeanour, he exudes effortless charm and impeccable manners, a testament to his healthy upbringing. Though widely celebrated as a pop-culture heartthrob, Vince defies superficial stereotypes. His truest passion lies in music, and it's clear that nothing in the world brings him greater joy.

Penn Hausler, the filmmaker ⇢ Though still considered an up-and-coming filmmaker, Penn has already made a name for himself as a creative force in the industry, thanks to his latest hit starring Faye Dunaway. He radiates charisma, with a shining personality and a sharp sense of humour. He's unmistakably a nerd--passionately devoted to his craft. He's also prone to being a bit of a square, often finding himself tangled in bouts of nervous awkwardness. Despite this, his unwavering commitment to his vision sets him apart, and he's not afraid to take bold creative risks. Case in point: he has cast you as a supporting actress in his next film.

Kai/Kaya Anahareo (m/f), the folksinger ⇢ Although they haven't yet broken into the mainstream, K is a highly skilled musician deeply respected by their peers. Their artistry intertwines seamlessly with their role as a political activist, with much of their protest powerfully conveyed through their music. K is the embodiment of levelheadedness, exuding an aura of calm and balance that draws people to them. Their presence is steady and reassuring, much like the songs they sing--thoughtful, impactful and unwavering.

Dorinda Fisher, the journalist ⇢ Dorinda is a sharp, driven and fiercely dedicated journalist. Relentless in her pursuit of a story or a hard-to-find answer, she doesn't back down easily. Hailing from a small town, she's well-read and possesses a no-nonsense approach to life. You first crossed paths through your bandmate, whom she dated earlier in your career. During the US leg of your tour, she joined the band on the road while freelancing, documenting the whirlwind of your band's journey during a fair few defining months in your rise to fame.

Please note: You will have the option to decide whether the two of you had a romantic connection in the past while you were on the road. If you choose not to follow through with this backstory, you can still romance her as a new connection.

Phillip/Phyllis Wright (m/f), the movie star ⇢ P is a Hollywood icon, a name already as timeless and celebrated as the likes of both Hepburns, Cary Grant and Sidney Poitier. An Academy Award-winning actor, they embody the pinnacle of cinematic stardom, capturing Penn's admiration and dream of collaboration. Known for their charm, striking good looks and effortless sophistication, P commands every room they enter.

Lesley Nielsen, the detective ⇢ Detective Inspector Nielsen is a man married to his work. His guarded and disciplined demeanour can often make him seem laborious, but beneath the tough exterior lies a dry wit and the ability to crack a well-timed joke. A strikingly handsome gentleman, he's adept with a handgun and keeps one at his side at all times. A seasoned veteran of the force, Nielsen only crosses paths with you once he's assigned as the lead detective on the high-profile Ampersand Killer case. Whether you share much in common is up in the air, but one thing is certain: your mutual determination to bring a cold-blooded murderer to justice.

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This story is not one, where at the end, you find yourself surrounded by your loved ones. No, this is a one of how you die.

[ DEMO - tba ]

Ever since the death of your parents by those who'd been sworn to protect you, there has been something inexplicably wrong with you.

At first, they were just headaches—small manageable aches, even at their worst. But then came the voice. A voice that wasn't yours, whispering things you couldn't possibly know, helping you do things no one should be able to do.

Everything about you was just...wrong.

But then you were saved, taken in by people who gave you shelter and taught you control. And over time, that voice became nothing more than a whisper, offering you insights when you least expect it.

You became a scalpel in their organization, an invaluable asset who cut away whatever rot they pointed you to, and you did so without question.

That is, until one day a job lands you in hot water and the next thing you know, you're told to cut the rot that lies a little too close to the heart. Suddenly, the truth becomes lies, friends turn to foes, and the fine line between loyalty and betrayal begins to blur.

That begs the question: just how far are you willing to go to cut out that rot before it spreads?

Become a vessel for an Eldritch that grants you abilities like no other, yet endure the consequences that follows it.

Customise your vessel, including their pronouns, identity and physical appearance.

Romance 1 of 4 options: the rot, the grace, the protector or the stranger.

Confront old friends, create new foes, run some errands and try not to die while doing any of it.

Pluck at the fraying strands of your mind. Teeter to the edge of Insanity.

Trust that no one is who they say they are.

And most importantly: Abandon All Hope.

The Rot: Ilya Roson [m/f/nb] - romanceable by all MCs.

A person who you've long since thought was gone. They've betrayed you once and they've come to do it again. Then again, betrayal requires trust in the first place and you've since learned your lesson from the first time.

The Grace: Vira Duval [f] - romanceable by nb!MCs and f!MCs only.

She is beauty, she is grace, yet monstrous all the same. There is something about her that strikes you: the scars that creep from beneath her neck line, the cold calculation in her eyes. She is more than the Blueblood you think she is.

The Protector: Aurius Duval [m] - romanceable by all MCs.

A scion of everything you've come to hate, he dares to call himself a protector—a shield to the people above all else. While he is kind and polite, you can't help but see the blood that he carries on his hands...even though you carry more on yours.

The Stranger: Rhian Scott [m/f/nb] - romanceable by all MCs.

They are the trouble that follows you, the herald of misfortune. Why is it that every time they're near, something always goes wrong? Is it the charm, leeching all the luck you have to fuel it? Or is it maybe that they are just not the friend they claim to be?

The Night Abridged is rated 18+ for violence, strong language, blood & gore, sexual content and more.

Hello, my lovelies. Here is a new intro post for the remake of The Night Abridged, reblogs are much appreciated :)

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Old Tricks - P3

A/N: Now I can’t stop writing…

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warnings: 18+ themes, fluff.

Find Part 1 & Part 2 here ;)

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Your husband was missing. Again.

And right after promising that he wouldn’t be late for movie night.

Movie nights. Something you had designated every once in a while complete with buttery popcorn and candy and lots of fluffy pillows and blankets.

Sighing, you finished your glass of wine while his lay untouched and made your way downstairs where he was probably killing his back over some invention.

As suspected, there he was, deep in conversation with his virtual best friend, FRIDAY. You hadn’t decided whether to let this go or go up to him and remind him of what he’d missed. It didn’t hurt you because you had lived with the man long enough to understand he never did it on purpose.

Curiosity had gotten the better of you when you squinted to see what he was up to, watching your husband scroll through pictures that resembled…sex toys?

“Let’s keep the face plate easily retractable too, the wife has a thing for neck kisses and so do I.”

Tony murmured, mostly to himself but he made amendments to the project in front of him, fingers gliding over the keyboard to put his words into actuality. He had lost track of time but only because it was directed towards a little present he had been working on, for you.

Unknown to him, you were standing back within earshot, watching him work with a mixture of shock and amusement on your face.

“I mean, I know Y/N loves coming on my fingers just as much. Maybe we could tweak the suit? Add additional modes on the vibrators too.”

Sure, boss.

Blush crept up your cheeks as his words fell on your ears, it was as if he was discussing any other modification to be done to his Iron Man suits. You tiptoed inside, not wanting to announce your presence just yet as Tony Stark - the successor of Stark Industries, genius inventor, world-renown superhero and philanthropist continued his back and forth with the AI.

You watched as prototypes holograms of his suit showed up, the alterations he spoke about highlighted along with detailed description of its features. The man ran his fingers through his hair, leaving them a glorious mess before walked around the table as if to get a whole 360 view.

Clearing your throat finally, you stifled a laugh as your husband jumped with a hand over his heart.

“Jesus Christ! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Chuckling, you wrapped your arms around the man and reached up to give him a soft kiss. He sighed and hugged you, rubbing your back gently.

“You know among the things I presumed you do down here, I never imagined I’d catch you doing this. I also didn’t realise we had branched out to Adults Toys R Us.” You giggled when Tony playfully slapped your butt, joining in your laughter.

“It was supposed to be a surprise and a silly little gift. For the countless dates I’ve missed, I’m sorry.” He stared at his feet, scratching the back of his neck almost nervously.

“So you’re making me an apology sex toy? You continue to amaze me, Mr. Stark.” You murmured, making him look up at you again before pressing your lips to his lightly.

The man truly was unbelievable.

“What did I miss?” He asked earnestly, guilt evidently reflecting in his brown eyes.

“Our movie night. But it’s okay, I won’t hold it against you. Especially not if promise to reveal what all of this is about.”

Chuckling lowly, Tony planted his head on your shoulder, letting out a tired sigh and a purr the moment your fingers ran through his hair, comforting him.

“Am I going to get a demo or what?” You turned towards his work station while still keeping your arms around him.

“Nope. It’s still a work in progress.” Tony shrugged, swiftly shutting down his work.

“Oh come on, Tony! At least tell me something about it, what does it look like, how do I use it—”

“Oh no, you’re not going to use it. I am.”

You frowned, coaxing him to continue, now that he’d really got your interest piqued. It wasn’t surprising that he would design something like this without involving an element of ‘him’ in it.

“You’re giving me a present that’s meant to be used by you? Hmm, I’m not so sure if I want it now..” you teased, welcoming Tony as he slotted himself between your legs, caging you in by placing both his arms on either side.

“Oh you want it, alright. I’ve made sure it’s everything you’d wished for and more.”

“Hmm.. I would like some more details before I decide how I feel about this present.” Your arms naturally found their way behind his neck, excitement already building deep within as your little banter continued.

“Well?”

“Let’s just say all of your suit kink prayers have been answered, Mrs. Stark.”

No smut just yet 🤭

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Growler coming around during a demo at Oshkosh

[7ndipity]

Just found your blog and LOVE your bts headcanons so much… after having watched Are You Sure?!, I need all your NSFW headcanons for OT7 as your boyfriend… please please please 🔥

Random NSFW Headcanons

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: Random spicy headcanons about the members

Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, unprotected sex(don’t do this), breeding kinks, mentions of edging, oral(m. & f. receiving), bondage, sensory deprivation, dom/sub dynamics, somnophilia, voyeurism, idk there’s a bunch of stuff lol

A/N: You want my hcs? I’ll give ‘em, hehehe😈 Hope you like them!

Masterlist

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Jin:

Okay, I’m gonna make some of y’all real happy by saying, although I still think he’s mostly switch/sub leaning, he does have a dom streak in him. Like as much as he loves letting you lead him like a puppy on a leash(sometimes literally), nothing quite gets him off the same as taking control and pounding into you until you’re his empty headed baby, only able to whimper is his name.

He’s also a big fan of sensory deprivation, both giving and receiving. Blindfolds, handcuffs, etc. He loves the heightened sensitivity that they create, turning even the lightest touches insanely intense.

Has a major thing for cumming in you that it’s bordering on a breeding kink. Like tell him that you want him to cum in you, and he’ll propose on the spot💍

Yoongi:

He’s definitely into bondage and shibari(he’s been tied up/handcuffed wayy too many times in music videos to not be, lol) tho it would take a bit of coaxing to get him to admit it. There’s just something about trying out different knots and restraint styles, both on him and you, that intrigues and excites him.

Lowkey into angry sex, but not when he’s angry with you. It’s more those days when he comes home frustrated from the studio and he just wants to scream, so he makes it his mission to make you scream instead, hehe.

Has recorded himself getting off for you and thought about sneaking it into the background sounds of one of his Agust D tracks(might have actually done it, but he won’t admit it bc he’s a menace and likes to fuck with your head, so you’re just sat listening to every little detail on his demos, lol)

Hobi:

This boy is a certifiable freak, you cannot convince me otherwise. Like except for a relatively small list of hard no’s, he’s open to playing around and testing out pretty much any sort of kink/scenario that you might be interested in.

Lowkey very into the idea of watching you fuck one of his friends rapline whats up?, guiding them on just how to touch you, watching the way your face scrunches up in pleasure, just to turn around and fuck you into oblivion afterwards.

Man adores having his head between your thighs and actively begs you to ride his face. And don’t even think of arguing that you’re too heavy or whatever, bc he’ll spend the next hour worshiping your body and showering you with so much praise that you won’t be able to think, let alone remember any of your insecurities🫠

Namjoon:

Although we’ve established he’s definitely more of a daddy dom, he definitely has a weakness for you taking the lead or being on top(“pro rider, hohohoho rider” I had to, I'm sorry). Something about him being under you, watching the way your body moves on top of his, feeling the way you take him so perfectly, just makes his brain go hazy🤤

Idk if he’s fully aware that it’s a kink/thing, but he’s definitely into temperature play. Ice cubes, hot wax, even just blowing cool air over his skin makes him tingly in all the right ways. 

He loves to tease you at the worst moments. Like you could be on phone with a friend or whoever, and he’ll let his hands start to ghost along your arms, down your sides, across your chest, between your thighs… seeing just how long it takes before your voice and focus start to waver, quickly hanging up and giving him your full attention

Jimin:

*cough*ropebunny*cough* Sorry, what?

No but fr, he loves being tied up in different pretty styles of shibari, but he treats it like an art form, with different silk ropes and ribbons. He wants to feel pretty and treasured, caressed with soft voices and sweet words, regardless of if you’re teasing and edging him to tears.

Lowkey into semi-public sex, teasing you at dinner with his friends with his hand creeping along your thigh under the table till you’re squirming and begging him to find an excuse for you both to be excused for a minute. Dude will fully have you shaking and seeing stars and then walk out of the bathroom like nothing happened.

Definitely the biggest fan of aftercare out of all the members, like he treats it as more of a sensual spa night for the two of you; candlelit baths together, gentle massages to work out any tense muscles, cuddling in bed that might turn into cockwarming or a very sleepy round two... 

Taehyung:

Definitely into taking photos of the two of you, both on his phone and on his retro film cameras. Man turned his guest room into his own studio/darkroom and learned how to develop film by himself so that no one else but you would see his artwork.

Loses his goddamn mind every time you go down on him. Like if you ever wanna make his mind go completely blank, all you have to do is let him feel your warm, wet mouth close around his length, and he’s absolute putty in your hands.

Feel like he’s very into lingerie, both for you and himself. He loves feeling like a pretty present for you to open and play with, and vice versa. You literally came home on your birthday to him waiting for you in some pretty little silk number with a bow on his head as your gift.

Jungkook:

Although I’ve said before he’s a dom leaning switch, when he subs, he lets go completely. He loves letting his mind shut off and being at your mercy, letting you take control and turning him into a needy whining mess. 

For the similar reason, he has a major dumbifacation kink, both giving and receiving. He loves the idea of being fucked to the point that your mind goes completely blank and all you can think and focus on is how you make each other feel.

Definitely has a thing for somnophilia, again both giving and receiving. The thought of touching and teasing each other, your bodies reacting purely out of instinct, seeing how long it takes for you to wake up so that you can fuck each other properly, the whole thing makes him crazy. His favorite way to wake up, 5 stars, highly recommend🤭

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🕊️ VELVET ALLIANCES

A high medieval interactive fiction story of legacy, betrayal, power.

“If you wish to survive in court, speak softly, marry smartly, and never show them where it hurts. I’ve buried more men than you’ve shaken hands with, I know what ends a legacy and I won’t see ours crumble for sentiment.”

- Lady Virelda Rovathar, your Grandmother

🏰 The Story

Set in the shadowed grandeur of the Valderith Empire, Velvet Alliances tells the story of House Rovathar, a once proud noble house nestled in the mountainous heart of the empire. Known for its mines and smiths, the house has endured, but never recovered, from a scandal that shattered its foundation twelve years ago.

A beloved wife lost.

A bastard child revealed.

A father turned cold.

Now, Lord Malrik Rovathar, rigid and embittered, seeks to change the ancient laws of succession, risking family stability, loyalty, and the delicate order of the court. His children, each scarred in their own way by grief and impossible expectations, begin to turn on one another, pulled by love, ambition, and old wounds.

And soon, they will have no choice but to play their roles before the entire empire.

For a grand festival within the imperial capital of Viremont draws near, held in celebration of the crown prince’s 20th birthday. Every noble house is expected to attend. What was once a quiet family struggle will now unfold beneath the gaze of the emperor, as well as your fellow noble families.

In the flickering light of courtly celebration, alliances will be forged, secrets uncovered, and legacies tested.

🎭 Your Role

You are the third-born child of House Rovathar, caught at the heart of the family’s unraveling. You’ve been overlooked, underestimated, and quietly shaped by the chaos around you.

 It’s a story of velvet words and iron consequences.

Will you try to save your family's legacy or tarnish it further?

Will you bind the family together, or let it tear itself apart?

🔹 Features

Deeply branching character-driven narrative

Complex family relationships & moral dilemmas

Court intrigue, noble alliances, and personal betrayal

Optional romance, friendship and rivalry arcs

Customizable MC

💪 Stats

Choose to train as a well-rounded individual, or specialize in one or two areas. Your stats will shape how your MC interacts with the world, how others perceive them, and what opportunities are available to them.

The six core stats are:

Diplomacy

Scholarship

Intrigue

Stewardship

Martial

Physique

Your choices will shape not only your future, but the fate of the house and perhaps the empire itself.

♥️ MC’s Romance

You’ll have the opportunity to pursue one of four (planned) romances options.

Séraphan Viremont, 20 M

Eveline Lysvenna, 23 F

Kaelen Branthorne, 24 M

Céline Marleaux, 21 F

There will also be the opportunity for some flings with some other characters as well.

💒 Side Romance

Your young half sister has a heart of her own, and her eye has fallen on someone close to the court. Will you encourage her budding feelings, try to dissuade her, or pursue the object of her affection for yourself?

Character Introductions

World Map - In development

Map of Valderith

Demo - TBD

💬 Dev Note:

Velvet Alliances is currently in early development. This blog will serve as a place for updates, worldbuilding posts, character reveals, and story previews. Asks are open, and feedback is more than welcome.

⚠️ Content Warnings for Velvet Alliances

Velvet Alliances is a character-driven, narrative-focused story that includes mature themes. Players should be advised of the following subject matter, which may appear in the game:

Velvet Alliances will be 18 plus for optional nsfw content.

Sexism and gender-based succession issues (this will be in no way glorified)

Parental neglect and emotionally distant parenting

Psychological manipulation and coercion

Violence and mentions of death

Emotional abuse and toxic family dynamics

Some mention of infidelity

If there is any warning I may have missed please do not hesitate to let me know and I will add it to the content warnings list. I aim to create a positive and safe space for readers to navigate the complex world I have created, and I will not tolerate bullying of any kind in any space I moderate. My inbox will always remain open for anyone who has questions or concerns.

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Intro

LINK | 6 chapters, ~360K words (last updated 30/05/25)

FOUND A TYPO/BUG? | PATREON | PUBLIC BONUS CONTENT | DISCORD | PLAYLIST | PINTEREST | PROGRESS UPDATES | SNEAK PEEKS | SNIPPETS

In the underworld kingdom, where demons fight for survival against the abyssal monsters, you are just an Oracle. In the distant past the Oracles were at the top of the demonic hierarchy, but those golden days are long gone. You did what you were most afraid to do and now sit under arrest in the royal palace.

When the Abyss sends you a vision of a terrible disaster that will happen in the future, you make an inevitable “deal” with the Sovereign to try to change the future and improve your abilities, not only to become stronger and learn more about the coming disaster, but also in an attempt to achieve mind stability. 

However, what has been happening to you since you received the vision makes you think that you are already slowly but surely losing your mind. 

Will you be able to maintain your sanity and help others protect the kingdom, or will you become just another name in the long list of Oracles gone mad?

This is a free to play interactive fantasy story with a heavy focus on friendship and romance (with strangers to lovers or enemies dynamic). The story is rated 18+. Content warnings: violence, death, loss of sanity, trauma, avoidable sexually suggestive/sexual content, and more (the full list is in the demo).

Customize your Oracle: pronouns, traits, and appearance. Choose your full ✨ demonic form. ✨

Build friendship or romance with five different characters. (Allo and ace routes available.)

Learn more about the Oracles’ past and what truly drove their royal clan into ruin. Uncover the secrets of your abilities. Chat with the Abyss?

Decide what you do for fun. Do you sing, dance, paint, play a musical instrument, or write? 

What you did cannot be undone. Your reputation forever ruined, how will you handle the public’s new attitude toward you? 

Maintain your sanity. Depending on your choices, you’ll either move closer to loss of control and madness or further away from it.

Decide what fate awaits you. You’ll have to make an important decision that will open two very different paths for you, influence the plot’s progression, and your relationships.

Will the victory be sweet?

✨ Vezriel, The Sovereign (m / f)

Vezriel seems a perfect ruler: they’re smart, calm, patient, know moderation, and always put demons’ well-being first. But you’re not so naive as to think this is their real face—many secrets lurk under the golden shell of the nobility. You never thought of meeting them in the past, but now spending some time with them is inevitable. Perhaps you will find out what lies beneath their mask?

They have dark brown skin, long curly black hair, and black eyes with pale white flecks. Tall and of strong build, Vezriel cuts a robust but elegant figure, usually dressed in beautiful robes.

✨ Osara / Osaron, The Heir (f / m)

Vezriel’s only child and heir, O is their Chief Counselor, and they have a consistently good reputation. Their character reminds of their parent, though O is much more cold and reticent. Nothing seems to touch or shake their emotions, despite the known long list of ex-lovers. You don’t need their attention, but the circumstances have put you right under it. What will you make of this opportunity?

They have warm brown skin, long wavy black hair, and silver, almost white eyes. O is tall and strong, their expression impassive most of the time, which makes them rather intimidating and unapproachable to some demons.

✨ Lazarus / Lazaris, the General (m / f)

L rose from the bottom of the ladder and made a name for themselves, though judging by old rumors, their clean background wasn’t always so clean. They’re charismatic and popular but keep others at a distance—everyone except their friends… and you. L treats you especially well, but you’re not foolish enough to blindly play their game. What do they want from you?

They have beige skin, short/medium-length wavy blond hair, and golden eyes. Many small and big scars can be seen on their hands. L is tall and has a strong build. Despite their high station, they seem friendly and laid-back.

✨ Ashmedai, the Royal Healer (f / m)

Ashmedai was sent to observe your condition after the incident and to help you with mind stability if needed. They performed their duties without showing any displeasure or impatience no matter how you behaved. Ash is secretive and reserved, and you guess their restrained temper is connected to the dark rumors surrounding them. Will they open up to you?

They have pale skin, long straight black hair, and bright red eyes. A large scar runs on the left side of their face, from their forehead along their eye and to their chin. Ash is tall and slender.

✨ Azarias / Azaria, the Royal Musician (m / f)

Ash’s younger sibling, Az somewhat resembles them in appearance, but their characters couldn’t be more different. Az is bold, humorous, and fickle. They know everyone—and everything about everyone—and enjoy a special favor from the Sovereign, which has allowed them to retain their place in the royal palace for many years. You’re concerned about their peculiar attention to you because there’s no reason for it—you two have never met before. Or… is there a reason after all?

They have pale skin, long white hair, and black eyes with narrow silver pupils. A tattoo of a snake with flowers curves around their neck. Az is tall and lean.

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Sanguine Sky

DEMO [Public] [Updated 07/12/2024] genres: romance, modern-fantasy, supernatural, mystery, dark-fantasy.

Sanguine Sky is a work-in-progress modern dark-fantasy interactive novel. The story is heavily focused on romance, characters, and relationships.

The story rated 18+, contains mature and distressing content that may be triggering to certain individuals. It is recommend to check the full list of warnings before you proceed to the story. Please exercise caution and take care of yourself.

Total word count: 197k words [excl. code] | 227k words [incl. code].

You are a detective, tasked with investigating mysterious murders that have taken place in your normally quiet and peaceful hometown, Fallenmor. 

With two victims confirmed already, the initial one being your former mentor, Detective Bergmann, the situation couldn't seem more dire. Or so you thought until you received the news of another body, a possible third victim, discovered at the police station. In your very own office. 

An accident, a mere coincidence, a straightforward warning, a looming threat, or something entirely else… Whatever is happening, you feel it affecting you, awakening something both significantly familiar and distinctly foreign inside of you.

If only you knew that this was just the beginning… Things could have been different. 

But back then, in your ignorance, your singular concern lay with a pressing question: if you failed to find the murderer, who would become the next victim?

➤ Play as male, female, non-binary or trans; straight, gay, or bisexual.

➤ Customize your appearance and shape your personality.

➤ Take on the role of a detective, immerse yourself in the work of the police station.

➤ Embrace the mystery of your existence, or reject that inner sight of you.

➤ Seven romance options to choose from. Select their gender, be assertive or reserved, or focus on your goal without pursuing anyone.

All ROs are player-sexual and gender-selectable [M/F].

Kyle / Keira Moreno

Your colleague, a police inspector, and one of the rudest people you have ever met. Sharp and stern, K is surprisingly perceptive, and they use it to really see you. The good, the bad. Everything. Appearance: icy blue eyes, dark red hair, very pale skin.

Alexis 'Lex / Lexie' Conlan

Your best friend, and also your former partner from times when you were just a patrol officer. With a heart of gold and an approachable attitude, L always chooses you over the others. Appearance: forest green eyes, copper hair, beige freckled skin.

Morgan Schoivell

Your other colleague, a highly-skilled lab technician. M is rather reserved when it comes to emotions, and after almost a year of working together, M is still a walking mystery for you. Appearance: dark brown eyes, ash blond hair, light skin.

Roderick / Rebecca Reyes

The commanding agent of the Criminal Investigative Division (CID) team sent to catch the killer. Overbearing and ruthless, R has their own way of getting things done. Appearance: gray eyes, blond hair, pale skin.

Theodore 'Theo' / Theresa 'Tess' Vazquez

Another member of the CID team. With a cocky smile, T is full of flirts and sneering comments, regardless of the occasion. T has no doubts about what they want and isn't afraid to vocalize it. Appearance: dark green eyes, black curly hair, rich brown skin.

Isaac / Iris Brailsford

I looks the most mature and approachable of CID's fellow agents. Looks can be deceiving, though. Working behind the scene and watching from afar, I carries all the scars within. Appearance: hazel eyes, dark brown hair, olive skin.

Sebastian / Selena Goldstein

Someone new and temporary, S has a velvety voice and a perfect smile that doesn't reach their eyes. You're not sure if your paths will cross in the future, but something tells you S can't be trusted. Appearance: black eyes, long black wavy hair, bronze skin.

Other notable characters:

Your twin-sister: Your sweet, kind, caring, and gentle twin sister. She always tries to be there for you, and show how much she appreciates you, no matter what. Chief of Police, Kendrick Nash: Your boss, who is not handling his job so well after the recent death of his husband, Klemens Bergmann. Detective Klemens Bergmann: Police chief's husband, who happened to be a senior detective and your mentor. He was the first victim, murdered under mysterious circumstances.

A full list of warnings is available in the demo before beginning of the story. I recommend to check it before you proceed to reading.

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[alive-gh0st]

❝Hearts Don’t Miss❞

Omni!Mark Grayson x Cupid!Reader➶

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❤︎ summary: cupids never miss. you never have. until now. exiled from the threads-of-fate realm for getting too involved in a love you weren’t meant to touch—you end up stranded on a version of earth you don’t belong to—and in the care of someone who doesn’t believe in fate. this universe’s mark grayson has zero patience for cosmic nonsense, but when he finds you bloodied, wing-clipped, and somehow still too bubbly for someone with abandonment issues… he brings you home anyway. he tells himself it’s temporary. he tells himself he doesn’t care. he’s very, very wrong. especially when you accidentally shoot yourself in the chest with one of your own arrows mid-battle—and fall devastatingly in love with him. now he has a problem. because maybe… the arrow hit him too.

❤︎ contains: nsfw (18+). slow burn. yearning. banished divine being with a red string complex. mythology reimagined. omni!mark. omni!invincible. cupid!reader. emotional repression. forbidden love. heavy topics. enemies-to-reluctant-roommates-to-oh-no. accidental domesticity. self-shot with a love arrow. sudden clinginess. lots of touching. mutual pining (like, soul-aching). plot. steamy tension. eventual smut. softness earned in blood.

❤︎ warnings: emotional repression. abandonment themes. divine exile. unrequited love (at first). injury/battle scenes. mentions of blood (light). intense pining. identity crisis. self-worth themes. vulnerability handled with tenderness. cosmic displacement. one self-inflicted love arrow situation. and a very grumpy demi-god trying very hard not to fall in love with the stray romantic chaos entity nesting on his couch.

‪❤︎ wc: TBD (multi-part).ᐟ.ᐟ

ᯓ❤︎ requested by: @lycheee-jelly (thank you for your patience, angel—turns out crafting a wingless cupid with a bruised heart takes more than a few missed shots. but your request never left my string. hope it hits you right in the feels (in the best way). thanks for letting me aim this story your way!)

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a/n: listen. i didn’t mean to fall this hard for cupid!reader. but she shot me too, okay?? also yes. there will be flirting. there will be emotionally repressed omni!mark being very bad at not falling in love with stray cosmic girls who talk too much. it’s fine. i’m fine.

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Road to Heaven is an 18+ Dystopian fic which takes inspiration from popular media like the “Shatter Me” series and “Hunger Games”. It may contain distressing content like major injury to the characters, character deaths, blood, gore, body horror, amnesia and optional sexual content. More specific warnings will be given at the beginning of each chapter.

You are inmate No. 1441, incarcerated in Tartarus, the most notorious prison on the continent. You find yourself imprisoned for a crime that you do not remember committing, leaving you in a state of uncertainty about your own identity and purpose. The first memory you have is awakening to the sensation of a gun being shoved into your mouth.

Within the grim confines of Tartarus, you have been branded as the most dangerous criminal, feared yet hated by both fellow inmates and prison authorities alike. It becomes clear to you that in order to survive and unravel the enigma of your past, escape from this formidable penitentiary is imperative. However, achieving freedom will not be an easy feat, as you must navigate treacherous encounters with some of the most malevolent criminals known to humanity. In your quest for freedom, you find yourself entangled in complex relationships with three significant individuals. Firstly, your cellmate, whose icy demeanor suggests a deep-seated disdain for your very existence. Secondly, your best friend within the prison walls, whose seemingly excessive friendliness may harbor ulterior motives. Lastly, there is the warden, whose overtly amicable nature masks a peculiar familiarity with your past. As you navigate the perilous labyrinth of Tartarus, your ultimate objective is twofold: to survive amidst the most notorious criminals and uncover the truth about your forgotten past. In a world where danger lurks at every corner, you must tread carefully, for the path to redemption and self-discovery is riddled with uncertainty and perilous choices.

Fully customize your MC. Choose your pronouns, sexuality, appearance and more. Take control of your interactions with the characters and experience the world of Elysium City through a personalized scope.

Romance one of the 7 RO’s, and if you are charming enough, fall in love with any two of them. The four possible poly routes available are: The Cellmate and The Friend, The Warden and The Master, The Protector and The Master, The Cellmate and The Rebel

Struggle against the evil that wants you dead and uncover secrets about yourself

Accept your identity as an Esper and rediscover your powers, or completely reject them

Master your ability of Conscious Manipulation and perhaps learn a few things about yourself unexpectedly

Choose to make allies within Tartarus or antagonize them. Your choices have consequences

Lead a dying rebellion against the Hightable or join them as an equal

There are a total 7 romance options, each with their own personality and a story along with dark secrets for you to uncover

Survive

1. The Cellmate [f/m] | Enemies to Lovers

Subject Name : Twenty

A palpable enigma surrounds the inexplicable disdain they harbor towards you, leaving you to ponder if your past misdeeds have sowed the seeds of their ire. Your questions remain unanswered, rarely do they grace you with a response, and when they do, it arrives veiled in hateful glares and a tapestry of venomous words. The origins of their animosity remain shrouded in silence, with fellow inmates mirroring their reticence. Only when they are complaining about the prison's wretched conditions and the Warden's despotic rule do they momentarily shed their icy facade, revealing hints of vulnerability and human emotion. When they do smile, albeit rarely, it is a fleeting moment of breathtaking beauty. If only you could find the courage to tell them that.

[ Number 1579 is an S rank Arcane Tendency Esper with the Cryokinesis ability. They are under Libra’s Jurisdiction, and thus only follow orders coming directly from them. ]

Other Tropes : Emotional Scars, Nobody thinks it’ll actually work, Hate Sex

2. The Warden? [m] | ???

Subject Name : Nikita

There is an uncanny familiarity surrounding him, leaving you torn between the unsettling grip of dread and the elusive allure of desire. He claims to know you personally. Apparently the two of you were close friends before The Incident. Yet, when you press for details, he skillfully redirects the conversation before your emotions can catch up. "The past is but a fleeting shadow," he says, "no need to talk about something that can't be changed. Besides, you wouldn't remember anything." Evidently your memories had been erased. The question of who hangs heavy in the air, but his response remains enigmatic, offering only a mirthless smile.

[ Nikita is the Warden of Tartarus, the Reformation Asylum in Sector 10, 8th District. He is under Scorpio's jurisdiction. ]

Other Tropes : Slowburn, Betrayal, Puppy play

3. The Friend [f/m] | Friends to Lovers

Subject Name : Victor (m.) | Vanessa (f.)

A compassionate and devoted companion, V. shines as a beacon of light in the desolate depths of this grim abyss that became your world. From the moment you opened your eyes, they extended a helping hand, guiding you through the labyrinthine complexities of Tartarus and easing your transition into this unfamiliar realm. Unfazed by the venomous whispers that tarnish your reputation, they remain steadfastly by your side, unwavering in their loyalty. Their warm smiles and whimsical wordplay serve as a balm, mending your wounded spirit after every bitter clash with Twenty. How fortunate you are to be blessed with such an illuminating presence, brightening the shadows that consume your existence.

[ Number 1339 is an A rank Catalyst Tendency Esper with the Illusion Manipulation ability. They are under Scorpio’s Jurisdiction. ]

Other Tropes : Partners in crime, First Love, Good people get good sex, Slight yandere

4. The Count/Countless [f/m] | Forbidden Romance (relationship history can be friends with benefits)

Subject Name : Emir (m.) | Evara(f.)

A remarkable visionary and an exceptional entrepreneur, E. stands as an unrivaled figure in the illustrious realm of Elysium City. Holding the distinction of being the youngest Grandmaster in history and amassing unparalleled wealth, they reign as the CEO of the renowned Quinn Industries. E. is adorned with numerous titles within the esteemed echelons of society, serving as an icon of inspiration and a beacon of hope, while simultaneously arousing envy in the hearts of many. An arrogant and proud individual, their ugliness is conveniently covered by their astonishing fortune, combined with innate brilliance, seems almost mystical, as if destined for greatness from their very birth. Within Elysium City's grand social tapestry, few possess the persuasive prowess to sway the decisions of the Hightable itself, yet E. stands tall even among this select few. As an eligible bachelor, their daily inundation of love letters and marriage proposals is a testament to their allure. And yet, amidst all this splendor, it is you who has found a place of interest in their extraordinary life.

[ E. is a part of The Senate and thus does not fall under any District's jurisdiction. ]

Other Tropes : Belated love epiphany, Billionaire, Power play, Daddy/Mommy kink

5. The Master [f] | Forbidden Romance

Subject Name : Leo

In her calculated pursuit, you find yourself ensnared. Your allure captivates her discerning gaze, for you possess what she desires most. You are the coveted object of her desires. In this strategic game, you are but a pawn, a possession within her calculated grasp. Yet, curiously she maintains a measured distance. Her reason? She eloquently articulates, “Witnessing the growth of one's possession is a fascinating phenomenon.”

[ Leo is the Master of {DATA REDACTED}. They are the Ruler of the 5th District. ]

Other Tropes : Secret Identity, Second Chance, Blood play, Begging

6. The Protector [m] | Bodyguard Romance

Subject Name : Caesar

A battle-hardened soldier, Caesar bears the scars of a lifetime spent serving the FAE and the city. With an intimacy unparalleled, he has danced with mortality on numerous occasions, making death a companion rather than an adversary. Yet, behind that facade of strength, Caesar is a fractured soul, haunted by insecurities and a self-destructive nature. His journey, filled with shattered dreams and the weight of his daughter's aspirations, has brought him to the edge of despair. The immortality he once embraced now feels like a curse, a harbinger of misfortune that has become synonymous with his presence. In his eyes, he sees himself as not a protector but a bearer of ill fate. However, the stars, in an unexpected alignment, have granted him a final purpose: to protect you. Beneath the intimidating exterior lies a gentle giant, yet one plagued by a profound sense of self-loathing. He grapples with the belief that his very existence is a catalyst for tragedy, a vortex that draws calamity toward him and those he holds dear. Intrigued by this complex guardian, you see the duality within Caesar — an attentive and understanding individual burdened by the weight of his own perceived malevolence. As you navigate through the intricate layers of his psyche, perhaps you could help him ease his suffering, even by a little.

[ Caesar is a registered S rank Endura Tendency Esper with the Regeneration ability. He comes under Leo’s jurisdiction. ]

Other Tropes : Beauty and the Beast, Single parent, Stop calling me daddy

7. The Rebel [f/m] | Enemies to Lovers

Subject Name : Gael (m.) | Gwendolyn (f.)

You betrayed them. Or perhaps it's the other way around? You do not remember. The trust you once held dear has been shattered, and now you must face the price for your misguided beliefs. Like a fool enchanted by deceit, you must bear the weight of your choices. Remember this lesson, for betrayal's toll is a heavy one to pay. Proceed with caution, lest you become ensnared in the web of your own treachery.

[ There is no known information on this individual. Extreme caution is recommended. ]

Other Tropes : Amnesia, Revenge, Redemption, Breathe play

Links

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[ THE DISTRICTS ]

[ THE HIGHTABLE ]

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