#If you built yourself a myth you’d know just what to give

[anotherbluesunday]

🍂Upcoming: Myth, Chapter Three—Myth🍂

Named after the song that started it all at the start of summer last year, the final installment of Myth is set to arrive by mid-March this year. Heartache, a love that cuts the deepest, and learning the meaning of sacrifice, we enter this conclusion with this question posed to us by the song itself.

“What comes after this, momentary bliss?”

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[revehae]

soul snatcher

pairing ↠ demon!ryujin × (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, dubcon, wall sex, monsterfucking, g!p, demon!ryujin, dom!ryujin, sub!reader, oral

summary ↠ when your best friend invites you on a adventure to an abandoned house in the woods, you're inclined to decline, but you want to prove that you're not afraid of ghosts. little do you know, there's something else you should be scared of - demons.

wc ↠ 3.5k

a/n ↠ part 1/5 of the legend has it series!

don't like it, don't read.

you were not a scavenger. going into the woods and traipsing around random places was your best friend’s thing, not yours, but saying no was never something that came easy for you. 

especially not when you felt like you had something to prove. yeji teased you, asking if you believed in ghosts or something, which was borderline ridiculous. for centuries, there’d been myths of supernatural creatures and the like residing in your city, but they were like bigfoot sightings. just conspiracy bullshit that only idiots believed.

just like there was no such thing as ghosts, there was no such thing as mermaids or vampires or anything other unnatural beings. you were sure of it. 

kind of.

there was a vacant, abandoned house that yeji led you to, and she gawked at how large it was for a house in the woods. according to her, most of her finds were merely small cabins. you didn’t find it fascinating. matter of fact, you thought that it was a death trap and what belonged to nature now should remain with nature alone, but it was too late to back out.

“come on,” yeji said, beckoning you inside with a motion of her hand. 

your footsteps were tentative, making it evident that you didn’t want to be anywhere near this godforsaken place. the person that owned the property was probably a thousand years old and haunting it as you spoke. maybe you would find their skeleton in a closet upstairs.

the front door opened with a begrudging groan, almost like it was not meant to be pried open, but yeji was undeterred. she let you inside before herself, as if you wanted to be first in line when the ghost haunting this place jumped out and attacked, but you went in anyway.

obviously, the whole house was dark when you went inside, though courtesy of the daylight seeping through the windows, it wasn’t like you were totally blind. you were standing in the foyer, a long single staircase directly in front of you. it was almost like out of a movie or something, which was not comforting in the slightest. you knew how those movies played out.

you jolted when yeji closed the door behind you, but willed yourself to remain calm. it’s just a door. it’s just a door. it’s just a goddamn door.

“woah, it���s beautiful,” yeji marveled, glancing around. there was a thousand-year-old chandelier hanging above your heads that you’d failed to notice, because all you could think about was how badly you needed to get the fuck out of here and never return. 

you deadpanned, “yeah, i was thinking the exact same thing.”

yeji snorted. the vicious sarcasm in your tone was not lost on her, but she was entirely unaffected, grabbing your hand and dragging you to what appeared to be a kitchen. 

the style was like nothing you had ever seen before, you had to give whoever built it that. if this whole house didn’t give you the creeps, you might’ve even had the courage to admit that it was beautiful. somebody used to eat here a long, long time ago.

“there’s something strange about this place,” yeji mused, tapping her chin cutely. “it’s got to be, like, a billion years old, but it’s in great condition. no debris, minimal spiderwebs, all that jazz.”

that was alarming to you. “wouldn’t that mean somebody’s living here?”

yeji scoffed, “oh, please. nothing human has lived here since the birth of christ.”

“how can you be so sure?”

yeji opened a cabinet, where a couple of flies flew out, though she didn’t seem the least bit bothered. “would you eat peanut butter older than the civil war?”

“peanut butter wasn’t invented until after the civil war,” you quipped, arms folded.

yeji rolled her eyes. “anyways, i wanna go upstairs. come on, scaredy cat.”

you grumbled something under your breath before following her up the unnerving, creaky stairway. you were half expecting a hole to open up in the middle of it and swallowing you from head to toe, but you made it to the upper floor without any of that happening.

after poking around, you noticed a light coming from one of the rooms and stopped following yeji, steadily creeping closer. though the door was closed, you could just barely see underneath it, taking three deep breaths before you pushed the door open. 

it was a bedroom. there was a window where sunlight beamed onto a mirror, casting a light onto the floor. you glanced around, inspecting the room curiously. yeji was too right for your liking. this place looked a little too lived-in to be completely abandoned, like maybe travelers stayed from time to time.

either way, you wanted out. you stood in front of the mirror, lifting it and setting it upright. all you could see was the terror etched onto your face that had every right to be there, spooky as this place was.

“i was wondering where you went,” yeji said, poking her head through the doorway. you flinched, setting your hand over your chest. your heart was racing over the scare she’d just given you. “oops. sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.”

“it’s fine,” you muttered, heaving another breath. totally fucking fine.

yeji noticed the mirror that had evidently caught your attention, grinning from ear to ear. “ooh, an old mirror. you should try summoning a demon.”

you rolled your eyes. “and how do you suggest i do that, yeji?”

she shrugged. “i don’t know. say something weird in the mirror three times. like, ‘child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit.’”

you snorted. 

“have fun. i’ll be across the hall. scream if you need me,” yeji said. 

“will do.”

then, she turned around and left. you eyed the mirror, thinking what the hell. it wasn’t like an actual demon was going to pounce on you and gobble you up for dinner.

boredly, you droned for amusement, “child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit. child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit. child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit.”

though you weren’t expecting some dramatic change in the first place, you waited a couple of seconds, holding your breath. obviously, nothing happened. there was no demon. not even one. you snickered at yourself for considering it for even a second.

then, it felt like a gust of wind rushed through the air and your body felt lighter, a misty cold breezing through your thumping chest. but the window wasn’t opened, and it didn’t look like it every would. your head snapped back in the direction of the mirror when its glass started to break, crumbling in on itself, piece by fucking piece.

you swallowed, dampening your dry throat, and stepped away. your shoulders felt bare and naked, but you could not at all liken it to a puff of air on a nipping wintry night. much to your fright, it was more like a cool breath sweeping over from behind you.

almost as if there was someone behind you, breathing on your neck.

“i’m here,” came a voice, but it was much less distant than you would have imagined. it sounded like it came from within your own head.

you screamed at the tippity top of your lungs, panic flooding your chest as your pulse quickened more than it ever had before in your life. that wasn’t you. that couldn’t have been you. though when you turned around, nobody was there.

“shh,” shushed the voice, wherever it was. whoever it was. “you’re a noisy one, aren’t you?”

you didn’t get the chance to reply, because yeji immediately darted back, concern washing over her face. her eyes fell to the broken mirror and then to you, asking, “what the hell happened? are you okay?”

the voice in your head chuckled, like there was something funny about this predicament you’d landed yourself in. and you had to admit that it was laughable, but not the least bit funny. “such a pretty friend you have here,” it said. “i’d hate for something to happen to her. tell her that everything’s okay and she’ll be fine.”

that threat had you horrified to your very fucking core, so you quickly did as told. “sorry. everything’s fine,” you lied to yeji, chuckling to hide your nerves. “i just accidentally broke the mirror.”

yeji sighed. “that’s a bad omen. you’re such a klutz sometimes, you know that?”

“yeah,” you agreed, scratching your head nervously.

“alright. well, i’m gonna go. again. you know the drill.”

“mm-hm.”

as much as you didn’t want her to, yeji walked away again. but there was obviously someone - or something - here and the last thing you wanted was to see your best friend get hurt.

“good girl,” crooned that same voice. 

you whispered, “who the hell are you?”

“you can call me ryujin,” answered the voice.

“okay, ryujin, what the hell are you?” you hissed. “and where are you?”

“i’m a demon, dummy,” ryujin giggled. “you summoned me. remember?”

every breath you took was shakier than the last. you didn’t think the summoning would actually work out. you were just goofing around, trying to make sense out of what yeji saw out of spine-chilling places like this. 

ryujin continued, “and i’m inside you.”

as if that couldn’t be right, you repeated, “inside me?”

“yeah. i can come out, if you’d like,” ryujin said, a kind of mischievousness to her tone that you did not want to entertain.

you aggressively whispered, “get the hell out of me!”

“if you say so.”

the windy feeling intensified as you assumed ryujin left your body, as insane as that sounded, and you couldn’t really tell if she was actually gone or not until you saw a woman materialize in front of you.

you almost screamed again, but ryujin held a warm palm over your mouth, pushing you against a wall. “you know, if we’re going to play, i really need you to do something about that mouth. we can’t get caught. unless, you’re into that.”

given that ryujin’s palm was flat over your mouth, your noises were muffled, but it wasn’t difficult for her to tell what was troubling your pretty little head, just from your wide, petrified eyes looking into her soulless black ones. never had you seen anything like her. you were confronted with the fact that demons were very real and you didn’t know how to proceed. 

what you did know, regardless of how much you fought the feeling, was that you were a little turned on. you couldn’t exactly explain why, teetering between the thinning line of arousal and total horror.

ryujin removed her hand from your mouth and stuck it up your skirt, rubbing you through your underwear, and grinning at the fact that you were already wet. “now what do we have here?”

“it’s not… for you,” you huffed out, lying through your teeth. you couldn’t admit to being wet for a demon of all things. that went against everything you stood for. 

“not for me?” ryujin repeated, cocking a brow. “who’s it for, then? yeji? the old man that used to live here?”

your eyes flickered. “how do you know her name?”

“you said it.”

that didn’t ring a bell. “i did?”

“you did. when she came in here, you muttered it under your breath,” ryujin lied, covering her tracks smoothly. “don’t you remember, baby?”

you didn’t, not even a little bit, but you were so terrified in that moment that you didn’t question the validity of her statement. ryujin fought a smile. you didn’t need to know that she’d been watching you way before now, but you attempting to summon a demon was the perfect excuse to finally reveal herself. of course, your chant was very faulty, but you wouldn’t ever know that.

to distract you, ryujin slipped two fingers underneath your panties and into your hole, making you gasp out in shock when you felt her fingers grow inside of you. 

“what’s happening?” you asked, confused. 

ryujin shushed you with a kiss, something unnatural about the way her lips felt as they attached themselves between yours, one hand working through your cunt while the other meandered down to knead your thighs. you didn’t want to admit it, but it felt like paradise. the sounds birthed from your mouth were swallowed by ryujin as she sucked on your tongue, and there was only the wet sound of your lips locking.

you could feel something growing against your crotch, too, and you weren’t oblivious to what was happening, but it felt so wrong. she was a demon, for fuck’s sake, from hell for all you knew. to say nothing of the fact that this house wasn’t even yours.

almost as if it meant nothing, as if you were wavering at the threshold of right and wrong and finally took one, definitive step, you succumbed to pleasure broiling in your belly, warmth unfurling throughout your body as release was dangled dangerously close to your face on a string.

then, when you least expected it, ryujin pulled back completely. you didn’t realize that you could barely breathe from how long she’d been sucking on your tongue right against that very wall, you didn’t realize that your hips were desperately grinding against her hand. all you knew was that the satisfaction you longed for was ripped out of your palms like nothing, and something bitter and needy stirred inside.

“ryu…,” you started, not able to finish with how out of breath you were, and ryujin liked it that way. 

“if you wanna come,” she whispered, nibbling at your ear. “you have to do it on my cock.”

very much against your better judgment, you were throbbing at the lone thought of being stuffed full of her cock, and started to beg, “please. please, please, please…”

“human begging for demon cock. god, i’ve seen it all,” ryujin teased, revealing her cock from underneath the skirt she was wearing.

you could only stand there and gawk. it made no sense how much you could feel pulsing between your thighs. 

“say you want it,” ryujin hissed. 

you didn’t skip a beat. “i want it.”

“say you need it.”

“i need it,” you echoed. “please.”

ryujin, seemingly pleased, abruptly lifted you against the wall and you cried out in shock, but bit your lip when you remembered that yeji wasn’t far and you needed to keep it down. it wasn’t like ryujin was making an effort to keep you silent, either, judging from how she roughed impaled you on her cock, prompting whimpers out of you that you tried your hardest to conceal.

not to mention that ryujin was bigger than anything you could’ve imagined. you didn’t realize the extent of how wet you truly were until you felt her cock stretching you out, slipping in and out with ease. you didn’t know how you were taking it - it was just a blessing that you could, even if barely.

“ryujin,” you whined, at a lost for words at how deep she was.

“fuck,” ryujin hissed. “i always knew you’d be tight.”

your eyes flickered. “always?”

ryujin latched her tongue onto the pulse at your collarbone, making you gasp as she sucked a bruise just below your neck. all the while, your body was being forcibly jolted up against the wall with every thrust, and yet you could hardly feel it over the feeling of her thick cock filling you to the hilt.

the room heated up, almost as if she was bringing hell to you on a silver platter. you couldn’t contemplate longly about what she said, now right now, anyway. the heat was getting to your head and her touch stripped you bare of every thought, her hands holding your thighs in her palms.

it had been so long since you’d gotten properly fucked and this was unlike all of your past sexcapades. this was lethal tenfold, like she would fuck the soul out of you and then take it for safekeeping. and if she was being frank, ryujin was more than a little tempted, but she had already waited so long just to have you and she’d be damned if she lost you even quicker.

in the back of your mind, you wondered if any ghosts were watching. now that you knew demons were very real, that had to mean that other supernatural creatures were, too. though you had many questions for ryujin, you could bring yourself to ask none of them, every word leaving your mouth when you parted your chapped lips being a curse, a cry of ryujin’s name, or a combination thereof.

ryujin was just so bewitched by you. you would never grasp the irony of you trapping her in your human-like spells, nor would you know the extent of how crazy you made her. she couldn’t believe that she was fucking her first human, she’d dreampt of this moment many times before. matter of fact, there were instances where she was enticed to take you in your sleep, but she wanted you to be mentally present.

maybe, in the near future, she could come back and fulfill her temptations, but for now she was grateful for her willpower. “fuck, baby, if your friend wasn’t here, i’d make sure the entire forest could hear you calling out for me,” she exhaled, yearning.

you clenched around ryujin when you heard her moan your name, the sound so beguilingly sweet that you failed to realize you had never once told ryujin your name, nor did yeji ever call you by it when she was around. all of your thoughts were solely in the moment, dedicated to what you could feel and not what you could reason.

“feels so good,” you whimpered, maddened that she could somehow bring you to the very peak of ecstasy itself. 

ryujin chuckled. “i know it does. you’re shaking.”

“to say nothing of you,” you retorted, though your voice lost its bite as a result of its shakiness. “moaning my name like a bitch.”

ryujin thought about not fucking you at all, but she was too selfish for that, so instead she pulled out of your pussy, giggling cutely when you whined and shoved her cock inside your mouth, asking, “you wanna say that again?”

you huffed something out bitterly, but it was muffled into her cock, and your knees were being bruised by the floor now as she wrecked the back of your throat. 

“what was that?” ryujin asked, teasing. “i can’t hear you.”

you lifted your middle finger. surely, it was universal enough for her to understand.

ryujin merely giggled, grabbing your hair. “that’s it, babe. keep doing that.”

you did as told, even though the throbbing ache between your legs was unbearable and you could feel your own arousal slowly dripping down your thighs, because a part of you hoped that she would find it in her heart to make you cum in the end just as you were resolved to do for her. you bobbed your head around her cock, licking and sucking, taking as much as you could in spite of the fact that she had the biggest cock you’d ever seen.

ryujin kept pulling your hair, and simultaneously little smothered whimpers from your mouth that she loved because they sent vibrations down her shaft. a swear or ten escaped her, because you were indescribably good at this, and she knew then and there that this couldn’t be the last time.

it wasn’t very long before you started to tune out every bit of your surroundings, just so focused on pleasuring ryujin that you couldn’t even hear yourself anymore. not your thoughts or the wet smacks of your lips sucking her cock. you were just so addicted to how she tasted that nothing else seemed to matter.

that was, until you felt ryujin smack your cheek, bringing you back to the real world instead of the one you’d escaped to where it was only you and her. ryujin taunted, “so cockdrunk you don’t hear me talking to you?”

your eyes flicked up to her, baffled. 

“i was trying to tell you that your, fuck, friend’s coming,” ryujin moaned, still yanking at your hair. “but it’s a little too late now.”

panic filled you immediately, and you flitted your gaze towards the door, where you saw yeji standing, paralyzed with shock.

you tried to move, anything to save face, but ryujin kept you rooted in place and it was clear that you weren’t going anywhere until she was done with you. she had long started to fuck your throat, making you gag while tears pricked your eyes, but she didn’t stop. nothing would get her to.

you tried to push at her thighs, but it was no use. and then, her hips grinded to a halt, and you could feel her cum release at the back of your throat. ryujin rasped, “swallow. show your friend how good you are for me.”

you did your best, you really did, but your lips were a mess when she finally pulled out.

ryujin sighed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “well, that was fun while it lasted. but i’ll be back.”

you gawked when she disappeared without any other warning, casting a glance to yeji who finally started to move, and you knew you a lot of explaining to do.

but first and foremost, was it just you, or did yeji not blink at all until ryujin vanished into thin air?

[kinard-buckley]

has anyone taken a serious look at the lyrics of the song that played over the final moments of the s6 finale? because...

drifting in and out, you see the road you're on it came rollin' down your cheek, you say just what you mean and in-between, it's never as it seems

help me to name it help me to name it

if you built yourself a myth, you'd know just what to give what comes after this momentary bliss? the consequence of what you do to me

help me to name it help me to name it

found yourself in a new direction arrows fallin' from the sun canyon callin', would they come to greet you? let you know you're not the only one

can't keep hangin' on to what is dead and gone if you built yourself a myth, you'd know just what to give materialize or let the ashes fly

help me to name it help me to name it

just thought that was interesting is all (and it definitely ties into the theme of fantasy vs. reality. lyrics here.)

[limpfisted]

SELECT SONGS/LYRICS FROM MY WYLL PLAYLIST.

Dancing Queen Piano Version.

The Man of Metropolis Stole Our Hearts. / ONLY A STEEL MAN CAN BE A LOVER. IF HE HAD HANDS TO TREMBLE ALL OVER. WE CELEBRATE PUR SENSE OF EACH OTHER. WE HAVE A LOT TO GIVE ONE ANOTHER.

I’m Always Chasing Rainbows. / I’M ALWAYS CHASING RAINBOWS, WATCHING THE CLOUDS DRIFT BY. MY DREAMS ARE LIKE ALL MY SCHEMES, ENDING IN THE SKY.

You First. / THOUGHT I’D SIMMER DOWN AS I GOT OLDER. CAN’T SHAKE THE DEVIL SITTING ON MY SHOULDER. WHO INVITED YOU? JUST LIKE A STRAY ANIMAL, I KEEP FEEDING SCRAPS. I GIVE IT MY ENERGY, AND IT KEEPS COMING BACK.

Working For The Knife. / I ALWAYS THOUGHT THE CHOICE WAS MINE, AND I WAS RIGHT, BUT I JUST CHOSE WRONG. I START THE SAY LYING AND END WITH THE TRUTH, THAT I’M DYING FOR THE KNIFE.

Monster. / I’M ONLY A MAN WITH A CANDLE TO GUIDE ME. I’M TAKING A STAND TO ESCAPE WHAT’S INSIDE ME. CAN I CLEAR MY CONSCIENCE IF I’M DIFFERENT FROM THE REST? DO I HAVE TO RUN AND HIDE? I NEVER SAID I WANTED THIS. THIS BURDEN CAME TO ME. AND IT MADE ITS HOME INSIDE.

Dance The Night Away. / WHEN MY HEART;BREAKS (they never see it, never see it.) WHEN MY WORLD SHAKES,p (i feel alive, i feel alive.) I DON’T PLAU IT SAFE. SON’T YOU KNOW ABOUR ME? I COULD DANCE, I COULD DANCE, I COULD DANCE, EVEN WHEN THE TEARS ARE FLOWING, LIKE DIAMONDS ON MY FACE.

Satan Loves You. / I SPEND MY SUMMERS WITH THE HAMMERHEAD SHARKS. CIRCLING SAILORS IN THE EVENING LIGHT. YEAH THEY TASTE REAL GOOD WHEN THEY HAVEN’T BEEN LAID SINCE LAST APRIL. WE’RE ALWAYS NECK-AND-NECK BUT NEVER FACE-TO-FACE, I PRAY TO LUCIFER TO LET ME FALL FROM GRACE. I’.PM AN ANTI-HERO. DOESN’T THAT COUNT AS FAITH?

Hater’s Anthem. / I LOVE THE WAY IT FEELS TO BE A HATER.SOMETHING SO SWEET ABOUT THINKING THAT I’M BETTER, JUST TO WAKE UP IN BED AND NEVER REALLY EVER RISE TO THE OCCASSION OR EVEN HOLD UP UNDER PRESSURE.

Running up that Hill (A Deal With God.) / IF I ONLY COULD, I’D MAKE A DEAL WITH GOD, AND GET HIM TO SWAP OUR PLACES. IS THERE SO MUCH HATE FOR THE ONES WHO LOVE US? TELL ME, WE BOTH MATTER, DON’T WE?

Dancing on Glass. / SCIENCE AND REASON WILL TELL US SO. THE BLOOD IN OUR VEINS ARE JUST CHEMICALS. YOU BETTER BELIEVE I KEEP MY DEMONS TO MYSELF. YOU’D BETTER BELIEVE IT’S GETTING HARDER. BUT I’M NEVER GONNA STOP UNTIL IT’S BROKEN. HOW LONG TIL WE LEARN DANCING IS DANGEROUS? HOW LONG TIL WE FIND THE DEVIL INSIDE US? HOW HIGH IS TOO LOW?

Miracles. / ASK ME NO QUESTIONS, I WILL TELL YOU NO LIES. I’M NOT ASKING FOR A MIRACLE. WE’RE LOOKING FOR ANGELS IN THE DARKEST OF SKIES. IF YOU FEEL IT, COULD YOU LET ME KNOW?

Myth. / IF YOU BUILT YOURSELF A MYTH, YOU’D KNOW JUST WHAT TO GIVE. MATERIALIZE, OR LET THE ASHES FLY. HELP ME TO NAME IT. HELP ME TO NAME IT..

Slow Disco. / THERE’S BLOOD IN MY EARS, AND A FOOL IN THE MIRROR. AND THE BAY OF MISTAKES COULDN’T GET ANY CLEARER, AM I THINKING WHAT EVERYBODY’S THINKING? I’M SO GLAD I CAME BUT I CAN’T WAIT TO LEAVE. SLIP MY HAND FROM YOUR HAND, LEAVE YOU DANCING WITH A GHOST.

SHAKE IT OUT.

I Like Giants. / AND THE OCEAN IS A GIANT THAT CAN SWALLOW ME WHOLE. SO I SWIM FOR ALL SALVATION AND I SWIM TO SAVE MY SIUL. BUT MY SOUL IS JUST A WHISPER INSIDE A GIANT’S EYE, SO I FLIP TO MY BACK AND I FLOAT AND I SING. I AM GROUNDED, I AM HUMBLED, I AM ONE WITH EVERYTHING.

SHAKE IT OUT. (you are a chorus of drunken, hungover, very tired angels.)

I WANT TO DANCE WITH SOMEBODY. / CLOCK STRIKES UPON THE HOUR, AND THE SUN BEGINS TO FADE, STILL ENOUGH TIME TO FIGURE OUT… HOW TO CHASE MY BLUES AWAY. AND WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS, MY LONELINESS CALLS. OOH, I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY, I WANNA FEEL THE HEAT WITH SOMEBODY. YEAH, I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY.

yeah, with somebody who loves me.

[milk-gel]

if you built yourself a myth, you’d know just what to give

Song in video is Myth by Beach House :)

[feastingbigfoot]

myth

it’s never as it seems

help me to name it

found yourself in a new direction

arrows falling from the sky

if you built yourself a myth

you’d know just what to give

[maddieinwonder]

The Seventh

Slight Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None at all

Word Count: 1.6k

Plot: Reader hears a lot of rumours about the BAU before she applies to join the team. (Part 2 here!)

Author's Note: I love the idea of the BAU being notorious in the FBI, because honestly, they totally would be! And I would be lying if I said I've never crushed hard irl on a mysterious genius boy...

Masterlist

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Before you decided to join the BAU, you had heard all kinds of gossip about its members. It was a hot topic among your colleagues, but you could hardly blame them for the shameless act, when you left one ear open for it yourself.

Professionally, if they weren't called the BAU, people called them the "serial killer guys", since they couldn't seem to escape them in their cases. But among your lunch group, they were called "The Seven".

It was an embarrassing name in your opinion, too easily implying that the BAU was elite, untouchable. But the more you learned about them, the more you thought there could some truth to it.

Number One was SSA Hotchner, the unit chief known for his stone cold attitude. You heard a rumour that he once threatened the BAU section chief without so much as batting an eye. Anybody else would have been fired on the spot, but it seemed that Hotchner was so unrivalled in his job that he was asked to stay anyway.

Hotchner's opposite was SSA Rossi, who seemed to be the more "human" of the two, but that didn't make him any less intimidating. He was famous both in and out of the FBI, having built the BAU from the ground up, and written multiple best-selling books about criminal analysis. Why he decided to return to the BAU was a mystery to everyone, but you had a feeling he actually missed it.

Then there was SSA Prentiss. Everyone's consensus was that she seemed nice, but ultimately professional. People theorised that her political upbringing made her into a politician herself, but you once saw her in the BAU office laughing so hard that tears started rolling down her cheeks, and that's when you decided she couldn't be as stiff as the rest made her out to be.

SSA Morgan was the one everybody liked, on a shallow level at least. All your fingers and toes weren't enough to count how many people you knew had a crush on him. You've seen grown women visibly swoon when he walked by, which was partially hilarious for you, but also partially embarrassing for womenkind. You could see the appeal, somewhat, but he wasn't your speed.

Your favourite was JJ. Jennifer Jareau was the BAU's communications liaison and the only one you'd dare call a friend. You'd worked with her on multiple cases in the past, and in fact, she was the one who recommended you for the new position. She's a complete sweetheart, but you also knew that she once headshot an unsub right in the BAU office to protect Penelope. That fact only increased your admiration for her.

She was also the one to introduce you to the BAU's infamous technical analyst. You had heard of Penelope Garcia prior to that, but she so rarely emerged from her office that you almost thought she was a myth. The real person was unlike an FBI agent at all, always donning some combination of bright colours, feathers, and/or sparkles. Most people who'd seen her labelled her as a weirdo, but there was something about her, a sense of positivity, that you loved.

Last but not least, the one that slipped under everyone's radar, Dr. Spencer Reid. People didn't talk much about Dr. Reid because, well, there was nothing really to talk about. He was the youngest person to ever join the FBI, had an IQ of 187, and you thought he was far too pretty to be doing a job this terrible, but that's where the conversations usually ended.

Everything that could be said, envied, or admired about the genius had simply been covered already, and he offered no new fodder for the gossip trolls to chew on; he rarely left the office, he didn't mingle with the other departments, and frankly, everyone thought he was socially awkward.

Yet, you found yourself continuously coming back to him in your thoughts. Maybe, subconsciously, you wanted to join the BAU so that you could figure him out.

The first time you met Dr. Reid, he was giving the profile of an unsub to the larger team. His words sped by so quickly, yet with so much insight and detail that you found yourself scrunching your face in concentration in order to get it all, and that impressed you.

You had always been a quick study but you instantly knew that Dr. Reid would be a challenge, both professionally and personally, and you hadn't even got to know him yet.

As you submitted the request to join the BAU, you admit that the excitement of that challenge was at the forefront of your mind. And when you were called into SSA Hotchner's office a few months later, the thought rang in your head even louder.

"Agent Hotchner, you called for me?" You asked at his door, suddenly feeling timid in the face of your potential boss.

"Sit down, agent," he said without looking up. As you took a seat, he opened a file that was undoubtedly yours and looked up. His eyebrows were furrowed, but if what you'd heard about him was true, this didn't necessarily mean anything bad. And you were right.

"I have your test results with me," he began. "Firstly, I'd like to congratulate you for scoring the highest in your class." You swore he almost cracked a smile.

"I've also heard a lot about you. Your boss had many good things to say about your work ethic, your field experience, and your commitment to justice," he continued.

Now it was your turn to smile.

"But I want to know the real reason why you want to join the BAU." Your smile faltered slightly, something that you're sure Hotchner would pick up on.

He leaned forward in his desk, purposefully applying pressure on the situation, and you let out a quiet breath in preparation.

"The reason I wanted to join the BAU may not be new to you, but I'm looking for a challenge. I want to make a change." You started. "I understand that those two may be contradictory principles, but I believe I can grow and do a lot of good with the BAU."

"And what if the job gets too much for you?" He asks, a flicker of emotion that I didn't recognise crossing his face.

"I'm prepared for that," you said determinedly. "I may not know what this job will take from me, but I'd like the opportunity to prove that I can grow from it, sir."

Agent Hotchner eyed you for a moment before standing up. "Very well, then." He reached out his hand. "Welcome to the BAU."

You looked at his hand for a second, the shock barely registering, before scrambling to your feet. "Thank you, sir! I won't disappoint you!" You shake his hand grinning.

"And next time, just call me Hotch." He said, this time smiling amusedly at your enthusiasm.

"Got it, and thank you again, sir." You said, excusing yourself from his room with a noticeable skip in your step.

You tried to cool yourself off walking back to your department to share the good news, but the excitement proved too much to hold in when a familiar voice calls out to you.

"Hey babygirl, considering you just came out of Hotch's office with a smile, I'm guessing you're going to be our newest teammate."

You turned around, trying to swallow your giddiness, when you realised that person was none other than SSA Morgan.

"Agent Morgan," you stuck out your hand in greeting. "Nice to meet you, and yes, I am."

"Derek." He corrected, grinning as he shook your hand. "Looking forward to working closely with you."

"Just call him Morgan. Don't need to get too close to this player." SSA Prentiss nudged Derek out of the way, raising her hand to meet yours. "I'm Emily Prentiss."

You giggled at their closeness.

The rest of the introductions quickly followed, including hugs from JJ and Penelope, and a starstruck moment when Rossi left his office to personally welcome you to the team. But there was one person whom you hadn't formally met yet.

Dr. Reid had finally separated his head from his work amidst the commotion (plus a very strong encouragement from one Mr. Derek Morgan to "go get her, pretty boy") and walked up to you, a nervous gait in his step.

He stuck his hand out to your surprise, having heard that the doctor was a tad germaphobic, and shook yours. "Dr. Spencer Reid," he said. "But you can call me Spencer, everyone else does."

"Nice to meet you, Spencer." You tried out the foreign name on your tongue. "Honestly, I'm quite a fan of your academic papers. I'm looking forward to working with you."

You knew the genius was a bit awkward, but he instantly turned beet red at your words and retracted his hand. The thought that this was the first time somebody had complimented him this way made you a little sad. But you thought his reaction was incredibly cute, and apparently so did the rest.

"Pretty boy, pret-ty boy, is that how you should react around a lady?" Derek sing-songed, putting his arm around the poor genius' shoulders, tugging him down.

JJ shot you an apologetic look for her childish teammates, while the rest joined in to poke fun at Spencer. Although he was frowning, his voice betrayed no hints of annoyance. Clearly they were all very close.

You laughed along, feeling a growing warmth in your chest, and wondered if you'd be a part of this family in the future.

But first, you’d have to get used to being the Eighth.

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(Part 2 here!)

[wonderwomanfantasy]

the hunt of the heart

awooga werewolf boys. 

Todoroki x reader 

Warnings: gore? werewolf shenanigans, swearing,

word count:  1,000 (ish)

Summary: Todoroki thinks what he’s doing is romantic, he’s sweetie at heart, but you can’t help but be a little scared.

You knew Todoroki, everyone in town did, he was the wealthiest man for miles, and like a lot of people, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Apparently, he had been outcasted from his own family he was such a sweet man, quiet and maybe a little awkward but kind. You knew Todoroki, you just didn’t know what he was. 

Shoto had never been allowed to be too close to humans before he’d left his pack behind. He didn’t know exactly what he was doing but he seemed to be doing alright just following his instincts. And his instincts told him to chase after you. You were sweet and pretty, you would make a perfect mate and his wolf wanted you. 

If you were a werewolf like him he’d take you running with him in the woods and he’d hunt for you, ripping the heart out of an animal and presenting it for you. Then you’d eat it, accepting him as your mate. But as he’d heard humans couldn’t digest raw flesh not to mention your flat teeth couldn’t tear through the course muscle. 

But he could still hunt for you, right? You Certainly couldn’t hunt for yourself, and didn’t humans look for mates that were strong and could provide for them? So he hunted for you. He tried to find out what you liked and found that for you, wild bores, onions, garlic, sheep. Anything for you really. He was too afraid of rejection to give you his prizes in person so in the dark of the night he left them for you on your doorstep for you to find in the morning. 

You were more than a little terrified to find the corpses turning up at your front door. At first, you thought it was a warning from someone else in town but the moody footprints leading to your door made it clear that it was an animal doing this. Sometimes it was muddy clumps of weeds, but those were the good days. You looked down at the pink stones in front of your homes, stained with blood so deeply you couldn’t wash them. You couldn’t take it anymore. That night you stayed up to try and catch whatever animal was doing this. 

You peered out of your window straining your eyes to see through the darkness. Then you saw it, a large white wolf trotting to your door with deer in its mouth, you flung open the door and pointed your gun at the wolf, cocking the rifle only hesitating because of the size of the beast, it was bigger than you were expecting, bigger than any wolf you’d seen before, you weren’t sure if one built could kill it. 

The wold paused and dropped the buck nosing it towards you and sitting back on its haunches almost proudly. “This is for me?” you asked disbelievingly. It wasn’t a threat or a mistake but a gift? The wolf cocked its head to the side as if it was obvious. 

“I don’t want it,” you said you felt a little silly talking to a dog like this but he seemed to understand you. “You don’t have to hunt for me,” you whispered. The wolf almost seemed hurt, its ears drooping and he whined sadly. You felt like you had just kicked a puppy

“I’m sorry, I know- or at least I think you’re doing this to be nice,” you said, reaching out and stroking its head before you could realize what you were doing. He didn’t snap at you or even flinch away from your touch. Instead, he let you pet him. What a strange wolf this was. As you looked at him you realized he was only half white, the other half was a much darker color although you couldn’t make it out in the night. 

“Please take this away,” you asked, softly but firmly. The wolf almost sadly dragged the dear away from your door. What a strange night, you would have thought you were dreaming if it hadn’t been for the paw prints outside your house the next morning. 

Todoroki was crushed. He wanted to spend the whole day inside of bed morning his rejection. You just didn’t want him, you didn’t like his gifts and asked him to stop. But alas he’d spent so much time hunting for you he hadn’t had enough time to get for himself, and had to go into the market today, he only hoped he wouldn't run into you and relive his shame. 

“Good Morning Todoroki! Are you alright you look upset,” you greeted him with a bright smile that only faded when you noticed the look on his face, Most people thought he was stoic but you could tell he was upset. 

“Good morning (y/n), and I’m fine It’s just, I got rejected and feel a little distressed,” he admitted. You frowned, you had to admit you were a little upset you weren’t the one he was chasing but he was so desirable you weren’t surprised. 

“Oh no really? If you don’t mind me asking what happened?” you asked. 

“I tried giving her gifts but last night she asked me to stop, so I don’t think she likes me,” he sighed. Something about that scenario seemed familiar. 

“That doesn’t mean anything,” you reassured him. “She might not have realized they were supposed to be romantic, try confessing to her directly and see what she thinks,” you advised him. You looked at him closely, the wolf from last night could have been half white and half red. You’d heard stories of werewolves, men who could transform from a human shape to one of a large dog, but you’d thought it was just a myth. 

“Perhaps they didn’t know the gifts were meant to be romantic, try asking her out directly and see if she likes you,” you said encouragingly. He perked up. 

“Thank you, (y/n) I’ll try that,” he said before parting ways. Now all you had to do was wait, if Todoroki confessed to you then you’d have to investigate further to see if he really was a werewolf, or he’d confess to someone else, and you’d have to find another explanation for your wolf problem.

[highdramas]

your song, vol. 1 | rockstar!bucky

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

rockstar!bucky barnes x fem!reader, some slight peter parker x reader in later parts (unrequited)

word count: 2429

warnings: references to sex, language, references to drug and alcohol use in later parts, age gap, slow burn-ish

summary: it’s not summer without you. or, that’s what your favorite rockstar always says. it’s all happening.

it is the summer of 1978, and everyone calls you rhiannon, and it has never occurred to you to mind.

really, it was sort of nice. rhiannon is a daredevil. rhiannon goes on tour with bands. rhiannon inspires songs and reads tarot and knows how to light up a room with a smile. rhiannon gets asked if she’s, like, the rhiannon. the rhiannon who rings like a bell through the night.

you’re not. but you’re not going to tell them that.

and, sure, you know that you’re capable of all of these things-- but it’s different when they’re calling you rhiannon.

it’s different when he is calling you rhiannon.

you’ve become somewhat of a myth in the california rock ‘n roll scene. groupies have flocked to you-- and you have somewhat rejected the term. found it degrading, the way that rock stars and fans spoke about groupies. it had been your personal mission during the summer of 1977 to change the way that men in rock spoke about women.

the summer that you met bucky barnes.

really, it wasn’t bucky that you had set your eyes on initially. initially, you’d shown up with his friend, steve rogers, the drummer. you and your group of band aids (you were still coining the name) had an in backstage and the second you had seen steve, you were a bit smitten. he wasn’t your typical rockstar. there was something kind about him, something genuine. he looked at you less like he wanted to fuck you and more like he wanted to know you.

it wasn’t until later that you met bucky. later, once you set out on tour with them.

when you found out that steve had a girl back home and he was simply being kind to you, it had reminded you of your mission. your mission to show all of these men what exactly women had to contribute to music and its existing scene-- and that it was more than being a side piece. more than being a fun distraction on the road.

that was the moment that you swore you would not fall in love with a rockstar.

the hotel you all had checked into was absolutely lavish. it was extravagant and beautiful, high ceilings and marbled floors and the shiniest doorknobs that you’ve ever seen. it’s 3:30 in the morning and the girls-- america and kate being your favorite of the whole bunch-- are out with the guys at the bar. you’re sure that they’re requesting brooklyn songs-- later on, you’d give bucky shit for suggesting that their band name should just be brooklyn. you give steve even more shit for going along with it.

after the revelation with steve, normally, you’d be in the mood to party. but you feel like shit and you fell asleep wrong on the bus and your neck is killing you. you don’t want to be a vibe killer, so you tell the girls to go on without you and maybe you’ll catch up with them later.

instead, at some point, you pad down to the pool. there is one lone figure sitting by an illuminated neon sign. it’s only when you’re within feet that you realize that it’s bucky.

of all of the members of brooklyn, you’d gotten to know bucky the least in the past week that you’ve been on the road with them. steve, sam, and natasha were all nice-- nicer than nice. steve and sam especially, but you knew why.

natasha is nice-- direct and passionate about what she does. and what she does is sing. you always said that brooklyn would be nothing if it wasn’t for nat’s husky vocals and insane songwriting.

then there’s bucky. the guitarist.

kate has been touring with brooklyn awhile now-- went with them on the europe leg. now she’s with their manager, clint, and she seems to know all the gossip. when you asked what was up with bucky-- why he was so quiet, why he didn’t like to party with the others, kate had given you that thousand watt smile and said-- “alright, don’t tell anyone about this, ‘specially buck, but he’s sober. couple years now, from what i hear. it’s real hard for him, being on the road.”

then, your mouth had made a slight o, you had nodded your head, and kate shone like the light she is before dashing off to find clint.

you’re brought back to that conversation now, seeing him hunched over on a reclining chair. you see that he is hugging his legs, smoking a cigarette. a bottle of root beer sits beside him on the ground.

your feet are working before your brain is, and before you know it, you’re standing before him. if he notices your presence, he doesn’t act like it.

“got one to spare?”

that’s when he finally glances up at you. his face is mostly unreadable-- furrowed brows and a set jaw, long brunette hair that almost brushes his shoulders. he is quite handsome. he’s the kind of man that you think is built for moments like these-- sitting by pools, pink neon radiating off his face. the kind of handsome that is a little bit intimidating. not like steve, who is all softness and warm smiles.

you sink onto the pool chair beside bucky as he nods. he passes you a cigarette and you pop it between your lips. bucky’s zippo seems to come out of nowhere, and you watch as the end begins to burn, and you take your first drag of your first cigarette.

a coughing fit ensues. naturally. you hold it awkwardly between the fingers of your right hand and you cover your mouth with your left, hacking up your lungs. bucky’s brows furrow and it’s then, and only then, when the faintest hint of a smirk drags onto his features. “you alright?” his hand moves to your back and rubs in circles, pats it lightly, until you’re bleary eyed and looking over at him with a loud laugh.

it was natural after that.

where bucky was, it was safe to assume that you weren’t far behind. but it wasn’t like that. if anyone asked who you were with, you wore a proud expression and said with little hesitation, “myself.”

each time, bucky glanced between you and whatever sorry schmuck was in your path, and he shrugged his shoulders. “you heard her.”

things were easy with bucky. you had laid the ground rules that night, on the pool chaise. you had straightened your shoulders and you said, “i made the vow not to fall in love with anyone this summer.”

bucky had raised an eyebrow at you and watched as you took his root beer and took a long pull, his eyes fixating onto yours. “funny, so did i.”

the summer of 1977 was a dream.

but you had to wake up.

when you’re not rhiannon, you’re… you. you’re a student at oxford university on a full ride scholarship, studying political science, eventually law. you want to be the first woman president. you have bigger dreams and aspirations than being a band aid.

but you don’t mind slipping into your dream state between the months of may and september. you don’t mind one bit.

on the last night of tour, in nashville, you and bucky had spent the whole night in his room. you talked and you laughed, you laid together and you talked about school and he talked about recording the next album. you said how you wished you could be there for it, and he said how he’d like to see oxford.

that’s another thing about dreams.

when you’re in them, you can nearly believe that they can exist in the real world. but they can’t.

you and bucky had toed a very thin line for a long time. and you tumbled off of it together that night.

when you said your goodbyes in the airport the next morning, everyone else around as well, it seemed to suck any of the intimacy out of the room. you told him then that you always hated airports-- they reminded you of goodbyes.

bucky had shrugged, and said, “they remind me of hellos.”

you hugged. he kissed the corner of your mouth, the closest thing to an outright public display of affection as you two would get. and you left. you went back to real life.

but now, it is 1978. and it is the summer before your senior year of college, and you are backstage at the bee gees at the forum. and brooklyn is opening.

of course you knew that you would see him. he had written you letters over the course of the past year, like a gentleman. you’d tucked them away in your hat box and wrote back about your studies and your roommates. and at the end of the last letter you sent, you wrote: hope you wrote that song about me. xx

you didn’t tell him you were going on the road this summer. you’d been in touch with kate and met up in beverly hills with her. she told you about how she and clint had moved in together in new york and you sipped coffee and went with her as she shopped at places that were far out of your budget. and then you’d met up with clint and he got you your pass.

and now you’re here, with a packed duffel.

it’s a wonder you haven’t run into him yet. there’s a part of you that hopes he doesn’t know-- that he’s going to come out here and see you and that the air is going to be knocked from him as he takes in the visage of you.

beginning to grow anxious, you throw yourself into a chair backstage in a huff. a boy who must be around your age is sitting on the arm of it, and looks down at you curiously. “you alright?”

“never better,” you say and inspect your nail. “you seen the band?”

“who, bee gees? nah, haven’t had a chance--”

“no. brooklyn.”

“oh.” he goes quiet and nods his head. “i got a chance to talk to ‘em just now. i’m trying to do a piece on them.”

your jaw slacks a bit and you nod your head. “oh.” a journalist. of course he is. “how exciting for you.”

“yeah, it’ll be my first real piece. i’ve written some stuff for my college paper, but nothing like this. i can’t believe i even got in. i met this girl gwen and she found me a pass.”

“gwen’s a real keeper,” you say and you wink. your words are honest. you like gwen. “what’s your name, kid?”

“peter parker.”

you stick your hand out. “nice to meet you, peter parker.”

he shakes it and he raises his eyebrows at you, as if waiting for an introduction on your end. “and you are…” he finally begins.

“that’s rhiannon.”

the voice jars you. you don’t dare look behind you, but you already know who it is. you feel large hands on your shoulders and it takes every ounce of pride and self worth inside of you not to let your body erupt into shivers. “she’s the heart of brooklyn.”

a scoff passes your lips and you tip your head back, and you’re not disappointed by what you see. you never are. “you’re always so dramatic,” you coo. your attention shifts back to peter, but your skin is buzzing where bucky touches you, and you have nearly ten months worth of time to catch up on with him. “it was nice meeting you, peter parker.”

subtlety is not your strong suit, and peter must gather that, because he scrambles to get his things and scurry off. you give a slight wave and make a mental note that you’d like to get to know him if he sticks around. “nice kid,” you say.

“don’t want to talk about him.”

you can’t help yourself now. a giddy squeal bursts from your lips and you turn and you fling yourself at him. you’re all arms and legs flailing, clutching to him, and he holds you just as tight. there’s that sort of husky, low laugh that leaves him, and you remember it from that night that you wanted to impress him by smoking a cigarette. “hey, rhi.”

“hi,” your voice is muffled in his neck. you don’t care who’s watching, you don’t care what they whisper— for the first time, you don’t care if they assume you’re going to go back to bucky’s room and fuck him stupid. you care that he’s here. that’s bigger than your pride.

“didn’t tell me you’d be comin’. had to hear from kate.”

“yeah, well...” you pull back and look up at him, hands resting on his shoulders. his find your hips and pull you in. “i wanted to surprise you. am i a happy surprise?”

bucky is the kind of person who thinks before he speaks, but also, you believe that he thinks before he emotes. there’s a beat before he’s licking his lips, nodding his head. “nah. it’s gonna be such a drag having my girl on the road with me.”

my girl.

you squint at him and push him away right in his chest, and he gapes, rubbing it and feigning hurt. “don’t pull that,” you point at him. “same rules as last summer, alright? we— we went over this.”

exasperated, bucky sighs, head lolling to the side. “yes ma’am.”

ten months ago bucky told you he was in love with you.

ten months ago bucky told you he’d follow you all over the world.

ten months ago you agreed that it was a horrible idea, and that your friendship was too vital, too real, too special to risk messing it up.

ten months later, you’re hoping you won’t regret this decision.

you can see the disappointment in his face. gently, you touch the side of his face and you smile a bit. “in another life.” those were the words you had said to him, all those nights ago.

bucky’s face breaks your heart over and over again. he gives you that gentle but sad look-- the look of a man who has what he wants right within arms reach, but knows that he cannot fully grasp. knows that he cannot fully keep.

“i’ll have you any way you want me,” is all he finally says. “‘s not summer without you.”

you’d made a promise to him that night. you had told him you weren’t going to fall in love with anyone in the summer of 1977.

but it is the summer of 1978. and this is the story of how you fall in love with bucky barnes.

[midnightmoonkiss]

Oh, What A Ghost!

Ghost! Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Vampire! Reader

Summary: Being a pervert gets you punished, not that he minded.

WARNINGS!: Biting, oral (male and female receiving), face riding, fingering, butt stuff, blood, voyeurism, masturbation, orgasm denial, toys, a lot of nsfw content. Sub! Izuku

Category: Smut

Word Count: 5.4k+

A/N: Did I shove as many kinks into this as I could? yeah<3 HAPPY HALLOWEEN! :) 

Just To Clarify:

They’re consenting third years (aka 18+)

There is a heiarchy but Izuku totally tears it down 

This was a fun monster!au I made up :)

It’s Halloween lmao.

Perm. Tag List:

@coupsieddori​ @desia2​ @strwbrry-lia​

“You’re such a pervert, Izuku~”

“H-HaaaH! (L/N)..! Pl-please-! I’m- mmMM!! I’m s-ssorry-!”

“Is that so?”

To be honest, you never thought this would happen, never thought you’d be given the opportunity to make a move on your crush in such a.. bold and licentious fashion.

He did have it coming, though, considering you caught him red handed.

Ghosts were always so sneaky and aberrant, their ability to walk or float through walls and turn invisible offering a plethora of possibilities for activities, both good and bad. You didn’t expect such an ‘innocent’ and kind boy to partake in such activities that his race was known for, and yet, you weren’t all that surprised when you found out that he lived up to the stereotype.

Then again, most monsters did.

It was mostly inevitable, after all.

Just like how ghosts were perverts, vampires were sadists. And that’s exactly what you were.

Poor little Izuku, he had no idea the true trouble he got himself into, and on such a respected night as well.

Halloween.

October 31st.

The holiday was bigger than any other, the entire island, or at least the participating parts, went all out with decorations every year.

From lights to festivals, everyone went nuts.

It was the day that worshipped the supernatural, after all.

In a world where humans and creatures, previously thought as myths, coexist, humans have always overpopulated the monsters, and so schools built just for them popped up all over the globe. The one you and your dear friend, Midoriya, attended happened to be the most famous one, known for using monsters ability to fight against those who used it for wrong. It truly was thrilling, and it saved those previously in public schools from the bullying that occured all too much.

The school, UA, was like a pot of stew, all kinds of monsters mixing together. Werewolves, witches, wizards, zombies, vampires, ghosts, and so many more. Though, most typically stuck with their own group, but it wasn’t uncommon for people to branch out, just like how you were friends with a ghost and a zombie.

It took society a long time to accept monsters, and some still dont, but who needs them anyway, right?

Besides, to you, monsters were much more fun, especially when vampires and sirens were considered the top of the hierarchy.

Ghosts, ghouls, and zombies were at the bottom, their power not all that great, but vampires and sirens, alongside werewolves, were at the very top, the most well respected and feared monsters.

Though you were looked down on by your fellow vamps by befriending a ghost, you couldn’t care less.

As months flew by, and two school years came and went, you found yourself falling madly in love with the man who captivated you.

If he didnt float and walk through walls sometimes, you wouldve assumed he was a different class from how he held himself, strong, and not weak and defenseless.

You loved it.

But there was always something that made you question him sometimes, how he’d disappear without saying a word, how he’d be flustered around you one day and not the next. It was strange, but you never looked into it.

Little did you know, the dirty little ghost was up to absolutely no good.

His.. habit manifested out of fear, ever since that summer camp that occurred the first year, and he saw how badly wounded you were, he grew protective of you, even if you were miles ahead of him in strength. He’d check up on you somtimes, turning invisible and poking his head in through your dorm room window.

He knew it was wrong, peeking into a girls room- at night.. but.. he couldnt help himself.

He swore he would stop, but he never did.

One day, he happened to catch you.. doing quite a lewd act. He knew in his gut he shouldve floated away, to not be a peeping tom, but his large green eyes were glued to your perfect body, and how your fingers dipped in and out of your wet flesh with a squelch and moan that made his virgin cock twitch in his shorts.

Was it wrong to grab his dick, bucking into his hand as he watched you get off to an audio?

Maybe.. 

No, it definitely was!

But you.. you were so!!

So hot!

He lost count of the amount of times he’s cum on his hand watching you cum on your own, far too many.

But he slipped up today, let a moan escape past his hand and suddenly your ruby red eyes met his own.

He knew you couldnt see him, but he knew that you knew he was there!!

You smirked, showing off your sharp fangs, “Izuku.”

The pure shock he felt from hearing you say his name made him manifest into thin air on accident, collapsing to his knees as ghost costume covered his indecency.

There was a Halloween party tonight, and he dressed up as his race thinking it was funny- but it wasn’t really funny anymore.

And so, that led him to where he was now, willingly beneath your naked body glistening with sweat from the full moons silvery light pouring in through the window as you ground your bare pussy against his sensitive cock.

You pinned his arms above his head, your hungry gaze boring into his soul, he couldnt deny how hot it was, or how true your words were.

He was a pervert.

“Y-yes!” He cried out, tears pricking at his eyes from the embarrassment he felt at being caught, “I’m s-sorry..!”

His breath caught in his throat when you leaned down, your face hovering over his own.

“Mmm.. I don’t know if I can believe you, ‘Zuku.. How can I know you’re really sorry?”

You batted your eyes at him, pouting, such a devious thing to do.

“I-I’ll do a-anything t- haaahh.. nn.. t-to prove it..!”

He was so cute.

“Anything?” You pondered.

“Yes-“

You cut him off with a kiss, and you couldnt help but grin when he moaned against you.

This kiss turned into another, and another, and soon you were finally making out with him. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, but eventually you both fell into a rhythm, him whimpering each time you rolled your hips against him.

Swiping a tongue over his quivering bottom lip, he eagerly opened his mouth, just for you to invade his maw, greedily sucking his sweet tongue into your mouth, causing him to give in and buck up against your sopping warmth, giving your clit delicious friction.

“Mm-!”

Pulling away, his mouth chased your own for a second, “H-hah-! (L/N)!”

Pressing a finger to his plump lips, you pushed his head back down against your pillow.

“Say.. you wouldn’t mind if we’re a little late to the party, would you?” You smiled coquettishly down at the squirming boy covered in scars and freckles.

Gulping rather loudly, he shook his head, eyes wide and face burning red, his hormones going wild. How could he say no, when his crush was rubbing her naked self against him and enjoying it?

He would be a fool, a damn fool to say no, he wanted it too much. He wanted you, and he would say just about anything, do anything you wanted, to have you.

“Mm~ Good boy.” The praise went straight to his gut, butterflies forming and going wild inside him, making his hands clammy.

Reaching over, you dug around the drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a pair of red and black leather handcuffs that matched your curtains and rug.

Izuku let out a whine as his wrists were cuffed to the bed, giving in immediately.

“Bad boys don’t get to touch.” You teased, tapping his nose and watching as it wrinkled.

But this just meant you couldn't get his shirt and ghost sheet off, not that you particularly minded. You didn't need him completely naked.

Fulling slipping off him, you watched for a moment as his cock twitched, begging for you to come back to it. 

It made you giggle, and he flushed like a cherry.

Sauntering over to your closet, swaying your hips in a hypnotic way Izuku couldn’t ignore, you dug around, soon finding the glittery box you were looking for and pulling it out, showing it to him with a cheeky grin.

“W-whats in that.. (L/N)..?”

“(Y/N).”

“Huh?”

“Call me (Y/N), love.”

“O-oh…” Biting his lip, he looked conflicted for a split second, clearly inwardly debating if it was okay, before stuttering out your first name, only adding to the joy you felt.

Flipping the light switch off, your red fairy lights hung around the room made it glow crimson, your favorite color, especially on him.

The red glow made the atmosphere that much more romantic and sexy, his eyes reflecting the colors. It was like you were in the red light disctric in a dirt cheap hookup hotel, about to fuck your boyfriend who insisted upon not getting caught. How utterly disgraceful, and yet the thought excited you.

Setting the box down beside him on the bed, you sat at the bottom of the mattress, in front of his sock covered feet, noting how his hips wiggled impatiently and how he looked away with his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

Still so shy despite you rubbing yourself on him earlier.

“Look at me, darling.” You purred, dragging your nails up his leg to catch his attention.

Hesitantly, he turned his head, nervous eyes meeting your own.

It was rare that he saw them so red, the signature sign of a hungry vampire. They were captivating, and he found himself diving into their depths, drowning in you without you even touching him.

Placing your hands on his knees, you spread his legs apart, eliciting a mouse-like squeak from him. 

Even with his pants on, he felt so bare..

His heart jumped to his through when you gripped the hem of his pants and boxers, “Mind if I take these off?”

How polite of you..

He nodded his head, unruly green locks bouncing as he did so, squeezing his eyes shut.

“GAH” He screeched when you suddenly used your vampiric speed to pull them both down quickly and toss them so fast to the other side of the room that they slapped against the wall like a wet fish.

He was stunned, staring blankly at them, about to question it when he was cut off with a guttural groan, your lips suddenly wrapping around the tip of his weeping cock.

“H-hah-! A-ah! (L/-)- I me-an (Y/N-N)—! Wh-! MMMM!! Oh!!”

Despite your own mess covering his member, which definitely delighted you, you could still taste the salty precum dripping out as your tongue licked over his slit, his back arching from the stimulation.

He couldnt help but buck up pathetically with a mewl,  only to have his hips pinned down to the mattress with one of your hands.

“Ah, ah, ah~” You whispered against his tip, piercing eyes cutting into his skin like a poisonous knife as you dared him to fight against your hold.

He gulped, accepting his fate with a shaky breath.

Content with his obedience, you licked along the underside of his cock, savoring his musky flavor.

“Hnn! Hoahh..”

He was so.. vocal.. even with the slightest touch, you’d get a reaction out of him. It was fascinating, and only made you want to see how much more you could pull from him before he lost the ability to speak a coherent sentence.

Slipping his member back into your mouth, you swirl the tip of your tongue around his bulbous, flushed head, reaching up to grab the discarded lube you had left on your bed, 

“MmMm! O-oh..! My G-gosh..! Haa-!”

Squirting some of the clear jell-like liquid on your palm, you wrapped your hand around his shaft, smiling when he jumped, just to start pumping you fist up and down.

“G-GAaAh! Oh, (Y/N).!”

He himself found it hard to not thrash around from the intense pleasure he was feeling at the moment.

He couldnt help the drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as you began to bob your head up and down his member whilst simultaneously twisting your hand up and down his shaft, squeezing in places that made his mind go blank for a second.

He just felt so good!

It was so much different from pleasuring himself!

He had no control over his ecstasy, no control over how fast or how slow you went, and he loved it-!

“HyAAh!” He cried out like a girl when you suddenly deepthroated him, his tip pressing down your throat as you wet mouth squeezed and sucked on him like your favorite lollipop.

His hips fought against your hold as his head flung back, tears pricking at his eyes as you sucked him for all he was worth, his poor, over sensitive cock.

“O-OH! Oh, NnnNGH!! HaaA ! AAaaAh! (Y-Y/N)..!!!”

His handcuffs clinked together as his body began to shake, a warm feeling spreading in his lower stomach as his muscular thighs began to tense.

His orgasm hit him like a freight train, out of nowhere, intense, and electrifyingly cosmic.

His hazy green eyes rolled back, tongue flopping from his mouth as white hot and tangy cum squirted from his dick down your throat.

You greedily sucked it down around him, causing his entire body to jerk and twitch, cries and babbles fleeing past his spit-slick lips, the oversensitivity making his nerves burn in an oh-so good way.

Popping off his softening cock, you crawled back up his body, staring down at his cute, chubby, sleepy face.

You pinched his cheeks, pulling at it, successfully catching his attention and making his darkened eyes focus on you.

“O-oh-!” He stuttered,  face burning impossibly hotter as he watched you seemingly savor his flavor with lidded eyes.

“We’re not done yet, Izuku.” 

Your statement made him freeze like a deer in front of headlights. What else was there to do?

He already came.. oh!

Wait!

“Y-you didn’t.. c-cum..” He bashfully averted his gaze as you nodded, gears turning in his head again as he recovered from his high.

He knew exactly what you wanted.

“You know, you have such a soft and adorable face,”

“Wh-“

“Do you mind if I sit on it?”

Was this your way of asking him to eat you out?!

How bold!

How could you be so bold! 

Despite being nervous, he nodded his head, smiling giddily.

He had watched plenty of videos, had taken a plethora of notes, and even, as weird as it was, practiced on multiple fruits.

He was nearly positive he could please you.

He wanted to.

He needed to, to hear your own sweet moans caused by him.

He wanted that so bad.

Without thinking, he opened his mouth, eyebrows pinching together as he stared pleadingly up at you with his tongue out and ready to please.

He was such a good boy.

Standing up on your knees, you walked forward, your dripping pussy soon hovering over the excited boys mouth.

Lowering yourself, your thighs wrapping around his head, you were immediately met with an eager tongue lapping at your dripping folds.

“Oh~! My, s-someones enthusiaststic-!”

Bracing up urself on your hands and knees. You made sure not to suffocate the poor man as he rapaciously ate you out, sucking your puffy clit into his mouth and giving it much needed attention.

“Haaaah.. Izuku..! You’re such a good boy for me, eating my mm.. pussy like its your dinner!” You gasped, fingers threading through his messy green locks, pulling at them just to feel the vibrations of his moans against your clit.

You bucked against his mouth, riding his tongue and grinding down against his teeth.

“Mm-mmh! Hnmm…” His moans were muffled, wet licks filling the room.

He could feel your juices dripping down his chin as he was willingly smothered with your womanhood, completely trapped under you and beyond happy to obey.

His tongue dragged over your pretty pink labia, prodding at and slipping into your clenching entrance, slurping up your mess.

He could eat you out all day and never get tired, he was sure of it!

And your noises of pleasure were heavenly.. music to his straining ears. And the way you combed through his hair, he somehow felt like this was just as good as cumming, making someone else feel good..

But you suddenly lifted off his face, his tongue still moving for a second before he stared up at you with childish confusion.

His face was red and covered in your liquids, a true mess.

Chucking, you leaned back, wrapping your hand around his cock that sprung to life over the course of his meal, “I want to cum on your cock, Izu.”

Your dirty words made his heart jump and his member twitch in your grasp.

“P-please..” Though he knew he was going to get just that, he couldnt help but beg, it felt like he was supposed to, or that he had to- for himself just as much as for you.

“But first..” you trailed off, finally reaching into the box and pulling out multiple things that made him involuntarily buck impatiently into thin air.

In your hands, you held egg vibrators, a black cock ring, and a red ribbed vibrating dildo.

He gulped audibly once more, and you were positive if he were a werewolf, his tail would be wagging with those hearts in his eyes.

“Do you know what these are?”

He nodded his head. Gaze trained on them as you fiddled with the devices.

“Have you any idea what I’ll be doing with them?”

He shook his head, innocently smiling at you, the cheeky shit. 

“How about I show you?”

With that, you lubed up your finger, diving between his legs, pressing against his clenching hole, circling around it.

“H-haah..” His heart was pounding so hard it felt like he was at a concert as your finger slowly pushed in his tight hole.

“Nngh!” His cheek pressed against the pillow at the weird feeling of someone entering his body in such a way.

You finger thrusted in and out of him slowly, feeling around his warm, gummy walls for a certain button you knew he would enjoy having pushed.

His thighs were splayed wide for you, cock resting on his toned tummy covered by a white sheet.

You could only hope he didnt ruin his costume with how much he was leaking. He certainly had a sloppy dick.

Leaning down, you pressed kisses to his freckled inner thigh, pushing in a second finger and watching in amusement as he slowly got into it, embracing the feeling of being filled with your digits.

It wasnt long before you managed to fit in a third finger, grinning at how his ass practice swallowed them, “God, Izuku.. your ass is so greedy for my fingers, you keep sucking them back in~”

“A-aah! (Y/N)!! D-don’t say such-!! Nnghnn! Lewd th—things!”

“Hmm… I wonder… where is that pesky little spot..”

“W-what-? AH! H-AahAh! NGHH! Oh-oH! F-FaH! FuCk!”

“Bingo.”

You finally located his prostate, giving it no mercy as you aimed your fingers to press against it with each time you pushed and curled them inside him.

But from his thighs tensing beneath your lips and his cock twitching, you knew he was close again, and that was no good.

“A-AAaaAh! I’m!! I’m g-gonna! C-cu- hAh?!”

You pulled your fingers out, wiping the lube onto the sheets below you as he wiggled like a worm on the sidewalk, desperately bucking his hips and begging for you to give him more.

“Oh, I will..” Smirking over at him again, the glint in your eyes made him moan and feel like prey. You, a lioness on the prowl, and him, a mouse with nowhere to hide, completely bare for you, “But not just yet, baby. This is a punishment, after all.”

Though he was embarrassed at first with having his thighs spread so wide open, exposing every intimate part of himself to you, he didnt feel too shy anymore. You didnt judge him at all, in fact, you swallowed him whole. It was mind numbingly pleasant, and he never thought he would ever get to experience this, not even in his dreams.

For it to come true.. and to find out you were a kinky lady.. he was enthralled. 

Leaning up, you captured his lips in a kiss again, giving him time to calm down as you once again molded your lips together in a lustful heat.

He learned quick, his kisses becoming lasting as he met your pace with wet smacks and tongues brushing against eachother. His own passed over your fangs, and you both shivered when a drop of blood entered your mouth.

You inhaled sharply through your nose, eyes practically glowing in the red light of the room as you tasted him. He surely had the best blood you had even tasted before, nothing at all like how ghosts usually taste! They were bland and boring, but him-! He was nectareous and saporous. 

“Fuck, Izu.. you taste so.. magnificent..”

You licked his tongue again, holding onto that single drop of blood for as long as you could, his flavor making you keen with delight.

His lips parted to speak, but he was once again cut off with a lewd moan as you shoved the dildo halfway into his readily awaiting ass.

“GuaAh! W-wait!! It’s..! Too much!” He panted heavily, tears streaming down his cheeks from how good the vibrating phallic shaped object felt inside of him, almost like it was mixing his insides up like a blender.

“Mm, should I? You look like you’re enjoying this, Zuzuku.”

“Mmm..!! H-aAAaA..!”

Pushing further into him, you got the entire toy burried deep in his walls, pulling it back out, fucking him with the plastic object.

His thighs were spread so wide he feared they’re snap off at the hip as he rocked his ass on the toy, vision hazy as continue to cry out.

“HAAAAHH!! AAAH..!”

He screamed when the toy pressed against his button, pounding against it and making his legs turn to mush as he bucked so hard his heavy cock bobbed in thin air, slapping down against his stomach continuously.

Just when his eyes were rolling back again and his jaw was lax, about to cum, you pulled the toy out, “(Y/N)!!”

He sobbed in frustration, desperation building inside him to cum, even going as far as to try and drag you back with his legs.

“You cant cum yet, Izuku! We havent even used all these fun vibrators yet!” You held up the three vibrators with one hand, an all too innocent smile plastered on your face whilst he looked completely wrecked.

“M-mmh! B-but-!”

Not giving him time to talk, you grasped his leaking cock, pumping it a few times, watching as he tried to fuck into the tunnel you created. 

Grabbing the black cock ring, you stretch it on his awaiting member as he whines, knowing full well he cannot cum with such a device on. It would be torturous, but he was being punished after all, even if he had aready cum and his mind was turning to goo, he still remembered that. Of course you would make it so he couldnt cum again.

Taking the vibrators, you taped them around him, one snug just under his slit, and two against his sensitive spots.

Turning them on, his back arched impossibly high off the bed with a wail, involuntarily fucking up into the air from the intense stimulation.

Content, you sat back, pushing the vibrator in again and turning it on. 

You swore he was going crazy as he let out garbled moans, “G-guAAh! F-fucgh!! NAAh! Mm! Yo-ou.! Youguhhh..! MmeaaAAh!”

He was finally incoherent, steams of tears pouring from his eyes nearly consumed by his pupil, trying to fuck himself onto the vibrator and fuck into air.

He was a slobbering mess, body twitching and convulsing like a possessed child, your name spilling from his lips and muddling with other words on a praise.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Izuku… so wrecked and horny.. my little cum baby.. I bet you wanna cum, huh?”

Your hand slipped between your own thighs, slowly rubbing your clit as you got off to the gorgeous view before you.

Sweet and innocent Izuku Midoriya, the nerd of class 3A, your best friend who always helped others before himself, driven mad with pleasure, practically going insane- all by your doing.

It made you feel even more powerful than you already were.

Hearing a wet squelching, his curious gaze traveled to you, moaning heartily once he saw you fucking your pussy with your fingers, all while gazing at him with such a smolder he felt he was going to burn up. Hell, he already was burning up.

He felt hotter than the sun, and so ready to burst at the seams, but he couldnt.

“M-misstress! Pl-ehHAH.!! NHh! RidehuAh! Me..!”

What did he just say?

“Say that again, Izuku,”

“R-rAhIde-!”

“No, no, sweetheart,”

You pulled your fingers from yourself with a wet pop, pressing your hands to his sides and feeling him up under his shirt, gazing into his own once more, “before that.”

“Mmm..! Misss.. tress! H-haH.! Nnhgh..!”

Mistress. Now theres a word you never thought would fill you with joy.

Licking your lips, you decided enough was enough.

Grabbing his cock, you pull the vibrators off of him, immediately hovering yourself over him and sitting down with a hearty hum until he bottom out inside you with a cry of pleasure.

“GuAAAH!! (Y/N)!!! You’re!! So-!! NnnGh!! Mmmh! So tight-! Hahh..!” The vibrator still in his ass mixed up his insides, turning them into a liquid as you began to bounce on him like a trampoline.

He felt so good he didnt know what to do anymore, words he couldn’t comprehend bubbled past his parted lips, an onslaught of tears pouring from his ducts, pins and needles stabbing him everywhere in such a good way as he was overstimulated to the max.

Your walls hugged him like a vice, so warm and cozy, he wanted to be buried inside you all day.!

Inside you.. he was inside you!

You were fucking him so good-!

A smile made its way to his wrecked face, tongue hanging out of his mouth, sweat making his hair stick everywhere, he was connected with you…

He loved it.

And you loved him, that smile on his face warming your heart, but that familiar thirst stung the back of your throat, and your eyes were hyper focused on his neck covered in a blush and freckles.

His own cock was so big you felt like you were being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, but that wasnt enough to take your attention away.

Collapsing against his chest covered in clothing, you buried your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply as the vibrations of his ecstasy rumbled in his chest and sung in your ears.

His scent overwhelmed you, made you delirious as you couldnt help but lick at his neck, nibbling and pulling at the skin.

His head lolled to the side, “bite— h-Huah! aaAH! Nnghhh!! MmMMmmhh! Bi-aAh-te! Me!!”

Bite him..? He was? Okay with it?

Well..

If he said to…

Your fangs sunk into his skin, blood spurting into your mouth and making your hips move inhumanly fast, he was so good..! Your eyes rolled back as you greedily sucked, his moans growing chopped, stuttered and louder.

He was slowly turning translucent beneath you as your fangs sunk into him again, and again, and again, blood flowing down your mouth like a delicious waterfall, savory and sweet, honeydew pine forest.

Blood smeared his skin growing more clear with each second as he lost his grip with reality.

“NgGHH! HAAAAAH!! MISTRuhUuESS! HAA-Ah!!”

The bed began to creak beneath you, your bounces growing more and more powerful as you felt yourself grow closer to sweet release, the blood pulling you higher up the mountain of ecstasy,

Suddenly, there was a loud snap, and a copious amount of thick cum filled your pussy, stuffing you even more to the point your belly had a small bulge from his cum. The feeling made you clamp down on him and cum with your own cries of pleasure mingling with his, fire exploding behind your vision as lighting shot down your body.

The bed suddenly broke beneath your bodies, but you were both too lost in ecstasy to even care, crying out eachothers names.

You collapsed on top of him completely, and it was then you noticed you couldn't see him at all, entirely invisible.

Catching your breath, you stared on in confusion, fleeing up his body but unable to see it.

“I-Izuku??”

No answer.

Had he passed out?

“Izu-?”

You’d feel around for a heart beat if he had one, but he didnt, no undead monster did.

Taking a deep breath, cheeks flushed and skin sweaty, you sat up, Izukus now flaccid cock pulling out with a wet pop, his cum immediately flowing messily down your thighs. 

He mustve had a pretty fucking intense orgasm if the damn cock ring snapped. Who’s ever heard of that happening before? Certainly not you.

Given a minute, you uncuffed his invisible wrists and pulled the vibrator from his ass, turning it off and tossing it to the sheets.

Geeze.. what a mess…

Checking the time from your alarm clock, you were now 34 minutes late for the ghoultastic party being thrown in the school.

Oh well.

If Izuku was a human, you were sure he wouldve died from the blood loss by now, but being undead certainly gave more leeway for fun activities.

Sitting back, you gathered his spare blood on your fingers sucking them into your mouth and savouring his taste. God, you could get used to something this good.

It was like his blood had nicotine in it, you were instantly hooked.

By the time Izuku woke up, he was fully wiped down, dressed, and practically ready to go.

It was clear to him you had cleaned things up, but how long had he been out for?! How embarrassing! He even lost control of his invisibility! Ugh.. you must think he’s a toddler… only kids lose control!!

“You okay?” Your honey sweet voice caught his attention, eyes snapping to the other side of the room where you emerged from the bathroom.

“O-oh! (Y-Y/N).. I.. um.. I’m okay..” He felt so awkward now.. would you pretend nothing happened? Ignore him? Tell everyone he was.. a peeping tom? 

He wanted to believe you were the nicest person out there but he was so terrified of you shunning him, even after such.. licentious activities.

Besides, he wasn’t entirely sure how to act right now, after having s-sex with you. He felt clammy and nervous.

“You look pale,” you chuckled, grasping his cheeks and pulling them so he’d be distracted.

You noticed that look in his eyes, and knew it well. Self doubt. You wouldnt accept that.

“Hahah… well, I am a ghost..“

Your lips pressed against his, for the thousandth ime that night, but he didnt mind.

Sighing out his nose, he relaxed into the innocent kiss with a small smile.

You cupped his face when you pulled away, admiring him.

“Hey.. your eyes are (e/c) again!” And just like that, his face lit up, “Well, I did have a nice dinner.” Your tone was playful, yet he couldnt help but burn with a fresh blush, rubbing at his neck where no doubt a bunch of bite marks laid.

“Quite a delicious one too,”

“(Y/N)!!”

Sitting down on his thighs, you wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders, nuzzling your cheek against his, “How does your ass feel?”

“GAH!” He wrapped his arms around his head, leaning forward as practical steam came from his ears from how embarrassed he suddenly was. What a nice change of scenery.

“Hm?” He was clearly a virgin after all, you wanted to make sure he could walk.

“I-it’s… okay..”

Pecking his warm, freckled cheek, you hopped off him, diving into your closet again and pulling out a basic vampire costume, one you had purchased days before at a costume shop.

Izukus heart leaped in his chest, “You had.. the s-same idea as me?”

You nodded your head, easily slipping the attire on in front of the flushed boy, “I guess we can go as a goofy couple!”

He felt warm, so very, very warm. How you accepted him after catching his perverted act, he had no idea. All he knew was this warmth was something he wouldnt mind getting used to, monsters werent known for being warm, after all.

“Yeah.. that sounds nice.”

Here’s hoping no one spiked the punch.

[anotherbluesunday]

🍂Teaser: Myth—Chapter Three🍂

I didn't remember making it this far. My head had been such a mess--something about the fog that had been brought down on it feeling sticky. Like it had been forced. How could I have driven that far without remembering it? The last clear memory I had before the spin out that I was almost certain now had happened was the bus stop at the corner of the PCH and Temescal Canyon. The bus stop closest to the bluffs by the Palisades.

Another light flickered on as we drove up the short path to dad's--around another bend and over a short bridge haloed by small stringed bulb lights that hung in a zigzag above the bridge. Waiting for us on the other side was home. A two-floor three bedroom home with dark brown shingles and deep blue wood panels that dad had built when him and mom purchased the land months after getting married. They both worked in medicine despite being the children of hippies. Dad was in accounting and mom as pediatric surgeon. That was why I wanted to go into medicine. To be like them. I wanted to be like her because I missed her.

The rosary was moms. She used to fidget with it whenever she was thinking on something that she wasn't sure how to tackle.

Saint Jude, the patron saint of lost causes, hopeless cases, desperate situations, and hospitals.

Dad had gifted me the rosary two years ago when I became a surgical intern.

She'd be so proud of you, kiddo.

I hadn’t killed my patient. They were a lost cause from the beginning.

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__Can’t keep hanging on, to what is dead an gone.__

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Are you ready for the conclusion? Catch up here before the final chapter launches live on Ao3.

[marimo-o]

ok so im making a long ass post about Abzu (the game) within the context of mesopotamian mythology because I'm insane. It's gonna be a doozy and likely incomprehensible so <3 below the cut it goes! There's gonna be TONS of spoilers for the game, and, like, I guess for the mesopotamian creation epic, so. Play Abzu if you haven't and if you wanna read the Enuma Elish that's also cool. Good for u

(a note from afterwards: it's long. like, REALLY fucking long, holy shit. if you actually want to read the whole thing, be. prepared or something idk take breaks! the last two paragraphs (i know they're walls of text pls bear with me) contain most of the important information. like, the final hurrah of my brain after working on this for multiple hours! So if u wanna save time and avoid some of the redundancy, just skip to those last two <3)

So "Abzu" referred to two things; the fresh water people got from underground aquifers (also as the void-sea which was underneath the Sumerian underworld, Kur), and the deity; he only appeared in the creation story, Enuma Elish, because a big part of that whole thing was that oh no! He dies! And that's also a thing I'm gonna touch on (sorry about the lack of accent marks in advance, it's not available on my current keyboard^ ^;)

I'm gonna start off with a brief tale of what happened with Abzu the deity, and then move onto how both the deity and the concept relate to the game!

So like I mentioned, Abzu the deity only really appears in the creation myth. The story goes that the Primordial Soup divided into two beings, with Abzu representing the freshwater and Tiamat being the saltwater. They were married, and together birthed some of the first formative gods! Some of these gods, jealous of Abzu's power convinced Tiamat to kill him (or, I thought it was started by Tiamat growing resentful of the younger gods, one of those). Either way, Abzu was killed, and Tiamat ended up lashing out, creating the first "dragons", or perhaps becoming one herself; with "poison instead of blood". She is killed by Marduk, the god of storms and the child of Enki (one of the first gods created by Abzu and Tiamat), and from her body the heavens and the earth are formed. Imagine getting killed by ur grandson lol cringe /j

Now! The waters itself! This also brings Enki into the equation, who kinda took over as god of the waters in place of his dead father. He's also the god of creation, intelligence, crafts, mischief, and more! Very important guy.

Abzu refers to both the groundwater reservoirs that people depended on for both accessible clean water and for some agricultural work, and also to the void-sea beneath the underworld, where it is said that Enki rests. He had a temple at Eridu, a now-ruined city, and I remember hearing somewhere that he lived in a temple in an underground aquifer? But I can't find wherever I read that anymore so don't take my word for it. Anyway, the basics of Enki as a deity is: child of Tiamat and Abzu, widely worshipped in his time, god of the waters, generally a cool and important dude.

And now. Finally. We move onto the game. My head hurts.

So, for a quick (post-writing: lol it's not quick) overview of the game; you play as a funny little diver, who woke up in the middle of the ocean and, as the player, are given no clues as to who or what you are. You explore through the ocean levels peacefully at first, and with the guidance of a scarred shark (painted as a bit of an antagonist at first with the audio cues) you make your way to wells at the bottom-center of each level that revitalize the space around them; as they progress, many levels start out as barren, empty landscapes that give you a foreboding, nervous feeling going in, before using an energy from yourself to rekindle the life. Huge coral growths, seaweed, and a myriad of ocean animals spring to life. The player character can also ride on the sides of the bigger ones! The game also puts a big stress on unity between yourself and the environment; there's not a whole lot you can physically interact with, but you can play with the animals there and, like I said before, ride on some of the larger animals. There are also "meditation spots", statues where you can sit and explore the wildlife from more of their point of view, able to follow them seamlessly and see what the different kinds of fish and such are called. It's a calming experience, and really the most interaction you get with some of the more timid animals, letting you still see them up close even if you can't get there as the player character.

The story of the game is told via writings on the walls, which you can light up and access by solving small puzzles regarding connecting reservoirs of glowing waters, similar to that of the almost cosmic area you go to between levels; one thing I read described it as a kind of "rebirth area", which I can definitely see hehe!

At the end of the game, you've held the shark in its dying moments, you've discovered a strange factory that builds the weird triangular prisms that deliver anything that touches them a shock, the little flashlight dudes that you've found over the levels, and little divers that uncannily resemble yourself, and you've seen yourself disassembled to your funny little mechanical skeleton, weak and slow as you try to walk on land, before you are rebirthed from the void-cosmic-water area once again, fully yourself. There's a wonderful ending sequence where you swim through all these rivers, bringing life with you as you go, with the shark once again by your side. The whole game, you saw no land when you poked your head above water, just miles and miles of water, but you've travelled far enough to reach a reservoir. You cut the chains to a central triangular prism, and it grows over with moss. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it, really, it feels like such a... grand gesture as you play through it. It feels personal.

Okay. Theory time. Finally, we're getting into the meat of it. Fucking hell.

So, imagine that you are this being. You're wandering an oceanic wonderland, observing and caring for what you need to, doing as any good little diver should. After a bit of poking around, you discover the start of the engravings on the walls; they tell the story of the people that were here before you, who built these temples and halls and used, or at least stored, the strange blue glowing "water" that you connect and move. It's a water of life, of sorts, one that they truly valued. You come to an impasse between areas, and this massive, scarred-up shark cuts in front of you. You're gonna stay hidden, that thing is terrifying! You try not to move. It doesn't spot you, or at least doesn't move to attack you. However, once it's safely out of view, you do follow it, and it leads you to a dark, desolate, empty chamber. This is wrong, you think to yourself. This isn't how it should be. There's a well, towards the bottom, and you approach it, taking... a fragment of light, from your chest, and imbuing that spark of life into the well. And, lo and behold, that intuition proved helpful, because the world around you springs back to life. Congratulations! You did it! And you continue to, as you work past puzzles and challenges and the appearance of these strange triangular mechanisms, that shock you when you get too close. These people worshipped a shark, as well, likely the same as the one you saw; the guide, now old and scarred, that brings you to where that spark is needed. Even later in the game, you see depictions of the triangular mechanisms, at first heralded as a positive, before these things are found to be the reason for this society's collapse. As if that wasn't perplexing enough, you see a depiction of a being that appears suspiciously similar to yourself, once again treated with reverence from the past civilization. In their hand is a ball of light, similar to the one shown when you revitalize the oceanic chambers. Well, that's certainly odd, you think to yourself. Perhaps this was a being that postponed the death of the civilization, or first allowed for those small chambers of life to exist in captivity instead of the open, natural landscapes you explored at the start. Regardless, it's now a relic of something long gone; but it still gives you something to think about. Later on, that strange coincidence of your similarities to that person are explained; you find a manufacturing plant, full of the vicious triangular mechanisms in each tight hallway, and right at the center of it all... multiple iterations of yourself, running down an assembly line, a spark not unlike what you saw before imbued into each of them. My, look at that; you've been responsible for part of this destruction all along, haven't you? Borne from that same ill that has been forcibly removing that spark from each of the places you've gone to. A bit inconsiderate of you, no? And yet... look at all the good you've done. You've rebirthed, revitalized, purified these ocean fragments, is that not enough? You are the keeper of these waters, regardless of the evil you had come from, despite the terrifying empty things may have reverted to. You, who trusted and followed the shark that seemed so scary at first. You, who followed it as it tried to attack a source of the evil, of the thing that was draining the oceans of their life. You, who held and comforted that shark as it lay dying, despite any fear you may have had. You, who attempted to traverse a minefield of those triangular machines, shocked over and over again and at the final moment, unable to make it to the finish line. You, who was rebirthed in full regardless by the oceans you'd cared for, by the void-sea you always returned to, to rest. You, who traversed a now-ruined citadel, temple, all of which had been flooded and had been dedicated to you. You, who brought life with you.

I hope you see what I'm getting at here. You're serving as a figure not unlike Enki, god and guardian of the waters. In the wake of Abzu, the avatar of the fresh waters, now confined to irrigation canals so as not to kill the younger gods, Tiamat lashes out. Her husband is dead, as far as she is concerned, and she goes to those younger gods to seek her revenge. The dragon, that which sucked the life from the seas and poisoned the waters. That which Marduk killed, to carve new life from. I would say that the shark is Marduk, even; given how the shark is the only one who is openly on the offense to those mechanisms, and who comes in at the endgame to finish them off, bringing new life with it. Even in how it all shapes up with the civilization before, in connection to the constructs; Tiamat was the mother of all in existence at that time. She was surely loved; but she turned hostile and violent. She could no longer be safely loved. And Abzu, both the glowing water we use to open doors and the light that we hold and the deep void-sea we enter between levels and father to all in existence, he was confined to small canals and reservoirs and put in a deep sleep so that he would not kill his own children. And by you, no less. Enki put him there. That is why you can use that water from the start; you lived in the Abzu, you came from it, and each time, that is where you return. That temple, now submerged and decrepit, is Eridu; the place where Enki was most worshipped. The other diver clones are the other gods, or perhaps the "dragons", now, that Tiamat had mothered. The smaller prisms definitely count in that "dragon" category; purely harmful beings that seek to destroy life. And in the end, indeed, you restore life; you and your son, upon killing Tiamat, return life to the world from her body. Perhaps you could not save those who once worshipped you, perhaps those structures will forever be in ruin. But there is no more danger, now; there is space to build and replenish. There is space to grow.

Fuck ok that was long as hell. Hi if u made it this far i love u. god fucking damn im never writing anything again after this. it took about as long as a full playthrough of the game, coincidentally!!

[limelocked]

some backstory: basically look at this post then work on the assumption that phil is like Ancient/ages slower than humans/players

phil meets babyblade for the first time (brought to you largely unedited from discord messages)

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thinking about phil being a traveller, walking or flying from town to town trying to find the new place to stay for like 100 years as a cryptid, passing thought a town, well developed with electrical streetlights not yet too common for testificates or players. The day pass slowly into night and with an unwillingness to take into an inn he settles to finding a cave or tree to camp in.

Techno is at that point perhaps half Phils height but still built shockingly strong for a child and he knows well not to disturb armed people sleeping in the woods. The dew clings to his hooves and fur as he inspects the man sleeping among the leaves and his wings. Phil is already awake, watching back from under the shade of his hat, seeing this upright, scar covered, piglet inspect him. Phil slowly moves as if he's just woken up and techno scampers away

phil knows about pigmen, hes never seen one of course but he's heard plenty about them. Theres villager texts with myths about them and its generally accepted that they're the cause of ruined structures though different cultures seem to disagree on if they caused the ruin or caused the building now in disrepair. He asks in town about pigmen but they only talk about what a pest the zombie pigmen and piglins that come through the resident portal are, the undertone of hate matching that of those that theorize towards the more... evil side of the pigmen. 

 They have heard nothing about any pigmen in the area, for all the town knows, and for all that most people know. They dont exist and they might never have

So he goes back to the forest and "accidentally" leaves some food and trinkets at the food of the tree, barely getting any sleep as he waits for the little creature to arrive. And he does. And with caution the piglet studies the food and items for a while, freezing with every movment of the wind through phils great folded wings. Techno takes some of the food, not all of it, and none of the items even though a cheap dagger seemed to make him hesitate on that choice

It goes on for a few nights, phil sleeping through most of them but knowing who it was that took the gifts and left the little napkin neatly still covering what he didnt take and who he found one morning returning with a handful of berries as a return gift. Phils back fucking hurt sleeping in the tree but he'd gotten invested now so what're you gonna do yknow?

Its noon after a week and a day and phil is half nocturnal because of this little thing coming to take and give like trade under his tree. He's almost falling asleep when bushes move and he's back on (exhausted) high alert. He doesnt move. Under him theres no napkin or items or food this time, he just needed a nap, but that doesnt bother the pink spot down on the ground from moving closer and inspecting the spot.  He's disappointed but returns shortly after with more berries and a messy leg of lamb. He thinks, as phil will never find out, that he's stolen everything this stranger has in terms of food so he has to give back some that he's gotten himself right? its only polite? 

"did you get the lamb by yourself?" to say that techno jumped out of his skin would be an underestimation. 

He didnt freeze but instead, just as cautiously as he seemed to do everything, hunched down into a fighters stance knowing well that the man with wings above him could easily catch him "dont worry mate" phils tone became softer, testing the bounderies of this child "-im not going to hurt you if that's what youre worried about"

he didnt change positions other than to look up slowly to.... g- glare? was this little pig kid GLARING at him?! what was that gonna do?? who would be intimidated by this adorable little fuck?!?! Phil would admit it every time anything even remotely related came up later that he laughed, i mean who wouldnt? hed liken it to a puppy glaring you down and how could that be taken seriously its just cute if anything 

techno, covered in scars of battles both with people and with nature, looked at this winged man in almost disbelief. phil, the nicknamed angel of death who seemingly could never die himself, was almost falling off the branch he'd been using as a bed for a week clutching his stomach as he laughed.

"what?!" the impatient, small, voice piped up after a few seconds "whats so funny!?" the seriousness both stopped phil in his tracks and Didnt Help At All. the tone was serious and.. desperate. it caught him off guard and finally his balance fails and he falls, unfurling his wings to catch himself and kicking up leaves and dust from the ground before his adorable little thief 

 "you're a piglet, you couldnt beat me up so stop looking like it" this was the closest the two had ever been, still a few meters apart but it was apparent that techno had only just realized just how Tall phil was compared to him, and how imposing his wings were when stretched to their full width

"heehh i could totally kill you" fake it til you make it, a strategy that had won him many battles before and it had only failed him.... a few times....  "oh could you?" while techno sounded cocky and serious phil was playful and in the ears of this kid, taunting  "mm.. ya" but phil didnt fail to notice how easily a child had threatened murder

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A month can go quick and a conversation can go slow. A festival had been set up in the time that it took the two to finish their talk under the tree, or so techno would have you believe. There had been three weeks of food being left by both parties and playful banter countered by genuine threats becoming less so by the meeting. Phil had gifted techno, who'd in exchange given his name, the dagger he'd looked at that first night. The exchange was there sure but phil had also had to joke about techno not being able to kill him with bare hoof hand things, he'd need, yknow, a weapon

They sat then, that meeting in the woods a month after their first encounter, sharing food in relative silence. "-and you dont have any parents im guessing or else you'd not be hanging out with this stranger" phil said absentmindedly, a retort to his own lack of family

"fuck off"

stunned. he looked at techno shocked not only at the swear but at the nerve he'd apparently struck, "sorry mate- didnt mean.." he trailed off, studying the pigs reaction but there was none, he'd just kept eating... he watched for a moment more before debating taking another bite of his own food but, no, no he could be stupid "that means you can travel more though right?" a recovery, but only a stepping stone

"mm, guess so yeah" bait effective

"have you been to to the north much?" "... nah.. mostly around here and west" there was a long pause before the eventual "i think" that phil had come to expect at this point, though this time it wasnt accompanied by an equally unsure "im pretty sure"

"well im leaving town, could come with me?"

[shisui-uchiha-anon]

1. What is your favorite trope to rp?

5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

25. One thing you’d like new roleplayers to know?

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Meme for roleplay muns

@anbu-hinata

1. What is your favorite trope to rp?

Any story where a deep relationship can be built between two characters, story that builds friendship, that slow burn love. Forbbiden love. Good old questing (ignore the last I am PC game addict) I also like Friendship-Just good old platonic relationships with no romantic implications. I also like time travels. I like the idea of second life reincarantion mixed with myths and with stuff that some people rly believe in. Supernatural stuff is always something that can easy get me interested....

5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

Itachi Uchiha- I don't think I could ever give him justice. I did tried, but nah, I can't do it.

Illidan Stormrage-Just like with Itachi. It is so complex, so full of internal struggle, that I am not able to do it properly.

25.One thing you’d like new roleplayers to know?

RP is just the way to express yourself. To escape the boredom of rl. You have the right to leave the topics to say that I like this, but not that. Never give up. Never let hatred destroy your will to RP. And if you find that one person who clicks with you, then you are truly blessed by god my friend. Because that person will become your greatest joy and will probably eventually become your very good friend.

[openforjean]

thank you

Dark!king!bucky barnes x Lady!reader

Warnings: +18, dub-con, lil choking, praise, fingering

a/n: reblog? ¿por favor?

enjoy :)

“You? You killed the beast?” The king says as he leans in forward in his throne.

“Yes,” you say breathlessly. You wipe your forehead and swallow thickly.

The beast. Well...a dragon, more specifically. Has been a myth for so long and then a story everyone in the kingdoms knew. The myth started long ago, until some survivors returned from the encounters. The survivors start tell their stories and soon become a worry to all the people.

But not any longer! You slayed the dragon, took awhile though. Many days of planning and watching the beast. But you successfully managed to kill the beast, you killed it by dragging your sword down it’s throat to its heart. It’s hard for some to believe, all because you’re not as cold as the others...is what you like to think. But the real reason is because you’re a dame. Now, here you are in the presence of the king with the blood of the dragon still on your armor.

“Your actions will not be forgotten, Lady. You will be rewarded anything you’d like,” the king states.

King Barnes is a forgiving king, you know this. It’s quite scary actually, he doesn’t punish often. He gives chances, which makes him a decent king. He’s also easy on the eyes.

“A bath,” you respond. Easy enough, he can provide it.

The kingdom laughs, except the king. He stares at your appearance instead and nods. “Of course, my Lady. I did say anything.” The king signals his maids to take you to the bath.

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You stand next to the bath, peeling off your clothes. It’s falls on top of your armor. You lift your leg and step into the tub. The water sends a chill up your body, you shiver. You lift your other leg and lower yourself into the water. The water rises once you sit, you lay back and begin to relax.

It’s been long time since you’ve felt this relaxed.

“You’re not hard to please, my Lady,” a voice says. Your eyes widened and you turn around to search for your sword but you register the voice.

It’s the king.

He’s dressed in a gold robe, his hair is tied up. He struts in and you bring your knees to your chest to cover yourself.

“Is that a good thing, your highness?” You ask, adjusting your body in the water. He chuckles. You look at the king and he loosenes his hair. “Why yes, I don’t have to worry about paying you,” he answers. His robes drops. You take in his body. Very built, toned and smooth. His eyes then try to look and see through the water.

“May I join you, my Lady?” He asks. You would normally decline but he’s a king and you’re in his castle. “I suppose, you are naked already.”

He flashes a small smile as he steps into the water.

“Relax, it’s just us,” he says, looking at your covered chest. You nod and slowly stretch your legs, he hums. He eyes your breasts and he sucks in his bottom teeth.

“Let me help you my Lady,” the king says pulling you close to him.

“It’s fi-I’m fine,” you try to assure. He turns you around and you settle between his legs. His hands rub your back and then to your shoulders. He starts to massage them, a small moan slips out.

“Let me help you relax, it’ll be quick,” he says as his fingers dip into your skin. His hands go into the water and come up to massage your breasts. You gasp.

“Your highness, this isn’t appropriate,” you struggle to say. He pinched your nipples and you moan again. “Shhh, my Lady. I’m trying to help, will you let me?” He asks, his left wanders around your skin as he waits for answer. It finds your inner thigh and he rubs it.

“Of c-course, your highness.” His fingers dance around your bud. He then runs two fingers down your core, he inserts two in. Your head falls back and his head rests on your shoulder.

“You’re not a virgin, my Lady,” he says. His breath tickles your collarbone. You laugh. “You aren’t one either,” slips out of your mouth. The king wraps his right hand around your throat tightly. “Don’t talk to me like that,” he grits out. He takes his fingers out of you and starts to rub your bud again. Your hips buck on his fingers.

“So needy, your cunt is so responsive. It’s aching to be pleased. It’s what you deserve, my Lady,” he whispers into your ear as his speed picks up around your clit. No man has ever made you feel this good.

“What do you say to your king?” He asks, tightening his grip around your neck. “Thank you my king,” you respond. “That’s a good girl, you’re so good for your king,” he says, kissing your shoulder.

“You feel how hard you make me? Mhm, all because of this little cunt.”

“You’re such a good girl for taking what I give you.”

His words are becoming too much for you. You feel the ball in your stomach tighten.

“Let go, cum for me,” he says. You close your legs and your legs shake. He comes to a stop slowly. “That’s it. Now, what do you say?” He asks.

“Thank you.”

[taeyongdoyoung]

summary: you are a mermaid and you save a handsome man from drowning but little do you know it’s not his first rodeo when dealing with mermaids. seonghwa, a former prince, is currently hongjoong’s first mate and boyfriend. hongjoong is the captain, the pirate king of the most savage crew across the seas. and you want nothing to do with them. not because they’re pirates, but because they’re humans…

ship: mermaid!reader x prince/pirate!seonghwa x pirate!hongjoong

genre: little mermaid!au, pirate!au, angst, fantasy, romance, fluff

word count: 3.1k

chapter one ☠️ chapter two ☠️ chapter three ☠️ chapter four ☠️ chapter five ☠️chapter six ☠️ chapter seven ☠️ chapter eight ☠️ chapter nine ☠️ chapter eleven ☠️ chapter twelve ☠️ chapter thirteen ☠️ spotify playlist

During the past couple of days spent inside the comfortable pool Hongjoong had built with the help of his crewmates, you felt closer to Seonghwa than ever. He opened up more and shared things about his past you hadn't known before. He told you about his first meeting with Hongjoong and about his life as a prince. 

But the one part you couldn't stop thinking about was how Seonghwa asked a kind wizard (unlike the sea witch who had turned your poor cousin into sea foam) living in a lighthouse to transform his face into something different. So that he wouldn't be recognized by his parents who had ordered Ariel killed. You couldn't stop thinking about...if someone like that really existed, would he help you? But hope was a dangerous thing and you couldn't bring yourself to ask Seonghwa directly. You wanted to be certain your request would come true and only then, could you tell him. What good would it do to give him false hope? So, you decided to approach Wooyoung and San. Maybe they'd heard about this good-hearted wizard. Maybe they would be able to help you find him.

"Woo! San!" you whispered loud enough for only the two of them to hear you without waking Soojin from her afternoon nap.

"Are you sure you want to talk to us?" Wooyoung looked utterly confused.

"I called you by your names, didn't I?" you pointed out.

"Last time I checked, we're neither Seonghwa nor Hongjoong," San joked.

"Right! And you've been spending all your time with these two," Wooyoung observed.

"Aren't we friends?" you pouted.

"Sure, what's up?" San relented.

"Great, I need your help. And I also need your discretion. Can I count on you?"

"Oh, you've picked the wrong person," San chuckled. "Woo's the biggest gossip across all the seas."

"Hey!" Wooyoung groaned indignantly. "Don't listen to my boyfriend. You can trust us, Y/N."

"I'm starting to have second thoughts..." you admitted. "But I don't have another choice."

"How flattering," San mumbled sarcastically.

"I didn't mean it like that!" you defended yourself. "Okay, so, the thing is I want to find this wizard who lives in a lighthouse. But I can't get out of the pool and back into the sea on my own, so here we are."

"Hm, I've heard of him," Wooyoung replied. "But I don't get why not ask Seonghwa or Hongjoong to help you into the sea."

"I mentioned discretion, didn't I? The reason I need to find the wizard is of a very delicate manner so I can't let them know just yet."

"Don't tell me you want to give up being a mermaid!" San exclaimed.

"Shh! Not exactly. But I've been wondering if there is a way to...sometimes have legs, sometimes a tail. I know it sounds impossible, but I can't know for sure until I've talked to the wizard in the lighthouse. I've heard he's really good at transformations. I believe it's worth the try."

"Okay, we'll help you," Wooyoung promised. "But only if you let us come with you. Facing wizards on your own does not sound safe."

"Even if they have a reputation of being nice?" you reasoned.

"Wooyoung is right. Wizards are unpredictable, so we'll have to escort you," San insisted.

"Wouldn't Seonghwa and Hongjoong get suspicious if we're all missing at once?" you worried.

"Not if we return by morning. If things don't go according to plan, we can just tell them you wanted to go for a swim in the sea and we took the boat to go fishing or something," Wooyoung suggested cleverly.

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea," you nodded. "Let's go rightaway so that we can be back by sunrise!"

"Not so fast, sweeties," you suddenly heard Soojin's voice. You had no idea she was awake.

"Soojin!" you exclaimed in surprise. "How much of it did you hear?"

"Enough to know you'll have to take me with you. Unless you want me to tell Seonghwa where you're going."

"Are you blackmailing me?" you croaked in disbelief. "My own sister!"

"Call it what you want. I want to come with."

"To stop us or..."

"No, silly!" Soojin laughed. "If there is a way to keep my tail and have legs occasionally, I want to have that, too."

"Oh. Alright, then, shall we get going?"

"I don't see why not," San replied.

After he and Wooyoung helped you and Soojin out of the pool and back into the sea, the two pirates lowered the boat and the four of you embarked on a journey to find the mysterious good-hearted wizard living in a lighthouse. By the time you discovered the lighthouse, it was already night. You and your sister had been swimming for hours, while San and Wooyoung had been rowing the boat. You wondered if it was all a myth or if there was a grain of truth to the whole story. You would determine what it was soon enough. Approaching the lighthouse at a safe distance, you looked at your friends and sister, unsure what your next move should be.

"What do I say?"

"I don't know, Y/N, it was your idea in the first place," Wooyoung pointed out, completely unhelpful.

You rolled your eyes and decided to improvize. You'd gotten this far already, you wouldn't back out now.

"Oh, great wizard of the lighthouse, we have come to seek your assistance!" you exclaimed, a bit too melodramatically. But oh well, it was too late to change your words.

No response came. You sighed, not daring to hope for any.

"Well, we tried," you shrugged and no sooner had you done that than the door to the lighthouse opened.

Out of it, a very tall figure appeared. It was too dark to discern his features properly, but you could tell that he had quite the strong presence. However, you weren't scared of him. Rather, you felt curious to hear what he would say.

"You must new around here," he observed. "Those who've met me know there is no need for such theatrics."

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. "Wasn't sure how to address you."

"Yunho will be fine," the wizard introduced himself. "And you are?"

"Y/N and this is my sister Soojin."

"And we're Wooyoung and San," your friends added.

"What brings two mermaids and two pirates in front of my home?" Yunho asked.

"How did he know we are pirates?" San whispered in disbelief.

"He's a wizard, remember?" Wooyoung responded in a hushed tone.

Yunho chuckled, utterly amused by your and San’s clueless nature.

"Um, I was wondering if there is a way to...have legs at times but not lose my tail permanently," you admitted.

"Same here," Soojin murmured nervously.

"It won't be easy but it's not impossible," Yunho nodded thoughtfully.

"What will it cost?" you inquired. If it meant losing your voice or life like it had happened to your cousin, it wouldn't be worth it.

"What do you mean?" the wizard tilted his head in confusion.

"I mean, what do I have to give up?"

"Give up?" Yunho mimicked your voice. "You don't have to give up anything. Did you think I would take away something from you like that greedy sea witch?"

"Honestly? I wasn't even sure you're real," you confessed.

"Well, here I am," Yunho laughed.

"Is there seriously no catch?" Soojin was stunned.

"Why would you help complete strangers and get nothing in return?" you wanted to know.

"Why not?" Yunho reasoned. "And it's not nothing. If I ever need the help of a mermaid or a pirate, I'll know who to contact."

"I suppose that's sensible. But still, I'm amazed such a selfless person even exists."

"Not a person," Yunho reminded you. "But I appreciate the sentiment, nonetheless. As for the transformation spell, the only solution I can think of is to bind your human nature to the sun and your fish nature to the moon. In other words, you would have legs during the day and a tail during the night."

"Sounds pretty good to me," you cried out excitedly.

"I also think it's suitable," Soojin said.

Yunho sighed, as if disappointed by how quickly you'd agreed to it.

"Are you sure you want me to do this? Once the binding spell is complete, it will be irreversible. It is absolutely mandatory that you two are in the water whenever the sun sets and the moon lights up the night sky."

"Relax, we've survived quite some time in a fishnet without water. I'm sure we can handle anything."

"You don't understand," Yunho explained. "You would no longer be mermaids in the broad sense of the word. Such a binding spell may have unexpected side affects. During the day while the sun is out you would behave more like humans. During the night and especially during a full moon...you could be more like sirens."

"Are you saying there's a chance we could hurt the people we love?" you asked, worried that this whole thing sounded too good to be true.

"Anything is possible. Which is why you must be absolutely certain this is what you want."

You and Soojin exchanged a meaningful glance. You already knew you were on the exact same page.

"Even if it is dangerous, our decision remains the same. We will do our best not to hurt anyone and we'll warn those close to us of the possible side effects."

"I don't know you well enough, but something is telling me to trust you," Yunho admitted reluctantly.

"I could say the same thing about you," you teased. "Oh, great wizard Yunho of the lighthouse."

The tall man simply chuckled.

"Are you ready?"

"Are you?"

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Seonghwa's POV

I woke up to Hongjoong's arms around me. Despite the foolish deal he'd made with some demon, I could understand the logic behind his decision. I probably would do the same thing if it meant saving one of our crewmates. They were all like family to me and I would rather die than let anything bad happen to them. So I was glad that Hongjoong was still here. And determined to make sure he stayed exactly where he was. I didn't care what it would take. I would face the demon myself or come up with a plan. I had finally gained so much. Hongjoong and Y/N - my two loves - were finally getting along. I would be a fool to lose it. I gave Joong a quick kiss and gently removed myself from his arms. I smiled at his sleeping figure and started dressing up for the day. The first destination I wanted to visit was Y/N and Soojin's pool. I hoped they slept comfortably and was looking forward to talking to them.

The minute I walked out onto the deck, I realized something was wrong. The pool was empty. And the whole ship was uncharacteristically quiet. I told myself not to panic but that didn't help much so I hurried towards Yeosang's room, hoping he knew what the hell was going on. I disturbed his sleep in vain, for he seemed just as clueless as I was in connection to Y/N and Soojin's current location. Which was extremely troubling, to say the least. After that, we entered Wooyoung and San's room, hoping they would have an answer. Imagine my distress when I couldn't find them either.

"Should we wake Hongjoong up?" Yeosang suggested.

"We don't seem to have a choice. Two missing mermaids and two missing pirates is quite the disaster."

"I just hope they're alive," Yeosang sighed.

"They have to be."

Once we informed Hongjoong of our disturbing discovery, we were disappointed, but not surprised to find out he also had no clue of these four's whereabouts. We were getting a little desperate, so we went to Mingi, our prisoner, to see if he'd heard anything. Being locked away had made him surprisingly cooperative and pliant so he simply replied that he wished he could help, but had unfortunately, no knowledge on the issue. Him being so nice to us was a little suspicious but we still left him some food and water. We were pirates, but not monsters, after all.

As soon as we returned to the deck again, the three of us saw that the sun had already risen. And in the middle of the sea, a small boat was advancing towards the ship. Inside, there were four figures. It was too far to tell their faces apart but something inside me ignited a flame of recognition. It was them.

"We were so worried that the four of you had disappeared without a trace," I scolded them as soon as the boat was in earshot.

"Aren't you going to congratulate me on my fresh set of legs?" Y/N exclaimed.

"Please, don't tell me what you had to give up," I sighed.

"Absolutely nothing. You'll have to thank your wizard friend for that."

"You met Yunho? Why didn't you just ask me to take you to him?"

"She wanted to surprise you, dumbass," Wooyoung interfered.

"Say another word, Woo, and I'll beat your ass!" I vowed angrily.

"Relax, honey," Hongjoong put his hand on top of mine. "The most important thing is that our friends are safe."

"You're beautiful, Soojin! With or without a tail" in the meantime, Yeosang was gushing at his girlfriend.

"So are you, Sangie! With or without a hand!"

"Ah, young love," San lamented wistfully, abandoned the boat and started climbing on the ship's ladder. "Remember when we were like that, Woo?"

"What are you talking about? We're still like that," Wooyoung pointed out, following him right behind.

"He's right," Hongjoong chuckled. "You guys are so in love it's gross."

"And if it isn't the pot calling the kettle black," San murmured.

"I will kill you both for sneaking out without telling us! We thought you got kidnapped or something!" I insisted, pointing a finger at Wooyoung and San who had just boarded the ship, while Hongjoong and Yeosang were trying their best to hold me back.

"Hey, this was Y/N's idea! Why are you attacking us for simply escorting her and Soojin?" Wooyoung complained.

"Because Hwa is a perfectly refined gentleman. He wouldn't harm a lady," Hongjoong defended me.

"Oh, so I'm a lady now?" Y/N giggled. She had just successfully made use of her legs to get on the ship. And as angry as I was, I couldn't resist the temptation and embraced her tightly.

"You're lucky you're so cute," I whispered.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Hwa," she mumbled into my chest. "Don't get mad at Woo and San, they just did what I asked them to."

"Next time you need anything, just turn to me, okay?" I begged her. "No more surprises."

"I'll have that in mind. Speaking of, I have to tell you something."

"Shall I ask the guys to leave or...?"

"No, it's fine. Wooyoung and San already know, but I think it's sensible to tell all of you."

"Sure, what is it?"

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Hongjoong's POV

When Y/N and Soojin were finished telling their story of their encounter with the wizard of the lighthouse, silence reigned over the deck. While I was happy that they had achieved their wish to have legs during the day and tails during the night, I wasn't very fond of the implications of such a decision. Yunho had warned them of possible side effects and they had decided to go for it anyway. Naturally, I wasn't scared for myself. I'd had my fair share of adventures and facing actual sirens was one of them. And on top of that, I had sold my soul to a demon. So, it couldn't get any worse for me, could it? But I was a bit worried of what these side effects could mean for Seonghwa and Yeosang, in particular. Wooyoung and San were perfectly immune to feminine charms. But Hwa and Sangie’s affections for the mermaids were so strong I feared they wouldn't be cautious enough around them, especially during a full moon. A siren's nature was too captivating and dangerous to control. I had grown used to Y/N and Soojin's presence, but as mermaids. I couldn't picture how they would behave as sirens. As long as I was around, I was confident I could protect my crewmates. But one day the demon would come to collect...And my friends would be on their own. I wouldn't be able to do anything to save them. And that terrified the hell out of me.

"I know what you're thinking," Y/N was the first to interrupt the silence. "But I swear, Soojin and I will learn how to control our siren nature. And if you don't trust us enough to let us remain in the pool at night or during a full moon, we will return to the sea and come back to the ship with the sunrise."

"I'm with her on that one," Soojin added. "We'll do anything to make sure you feel safe around us. The last thing we would want is for you to feel threatened."

"I trust you both," Seonghwa replied in a most serious tone. "But can he say the same?"

Without even looking up, I knew he was referring to me. It was clear that Wooyoung and San didn't worry much about these potential side effects. Yeosang hadn't spoken his mind yet, but I was fairly certain he shared Seonghwa's opinion on the matter. Which left me, of course. I had to weigh in my next words very carefully. I didn't want to put my crewmates' lives in danger. But I also didn't want to lose the fragile friendship I had somehow formed with the mermaids despite all my shortcomings. And last but certainly not least, I didn't want to do something that would mess up things between me and Seonghwa.

"Honestly? I don't even trust myself," I admitted darkly. "But we're all on the same team now. You're welcome to stay for as long as you wish. We'll deal with whatever comes our way together."

Way to go, Hongjoong. That's one hell of a speech that would undoubtedly end up in a disaster. But what was I supposed to say? It would be too cruel to kick them out considering the possible reasoning behind their decision.

To my surprise, Y/N ran towards me in gratitude, landing on my lap and attacking my neck with kisses.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! We won't let you down," she promised.

"You gotta stop doing things like that unexpectedly," I joked, even though a small (okay, that was a lie, maybe it wasn't that small) part of me wanted her to do the exact opposite.

"You kinda like it, though," Y/N observed. And damn it, she wasn't wrong.

To be continued…