#Spotify

[soloh]

I hate when I say things like "oh I want an ipod classic but with bluetooth so I can use wireless headphones" and some peanut comes in and replies with "so a smartphone with spotify?" No. I want a 160GB+ rectangular monstrosity where I can download every version of every song I want to it and it does nothing except play music and I don't need a data connection and don't have to pay a subscription to not have ads and don't have popups suggesting terrible AI playlists all over the menus.

Gimme the clicky wheel and song titles like "My Chemical Romance- The Black Parade- Blood (Bonus Track)- secret track- album rip- high quality"

[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 6

A/N: Y’all are not ready for this. And yes, there will be another part after this. I’ve also been getting a few requests for little side skits so I’ll do those as soon as I wrap up the series itself so please be patient with me if I haven’t responded!

I tried really hard on this part so please tell me your thoughts in the comments!

Disclaimer: I don’t any of the songs or anything in this series.

TW: Death, heartbreak, grief, etc. toxic parental figures.

Word Count: 4,987

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 7

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

The time had come.

The Saja Boys’ final performance.

Just one more performance and then they could spend the rest of their existence with you.

For now, they were on the other side of the crumbling barrier, standing before Gwi Ma as they watched the space fill with people carrying the red glow of their light sticks. You were there too. A succubus among humans, beautiful having fully accepted your demon side. You were quickly coming into your new abilities, having teleported there with them and now floating above the stands, over the heads in the hypnotized crowd directly across from the stage. The best view in the house. Even from there, they could see the warm amber glow of your eyes.

They were worried about you, of course. But selfish beings could only ignore the call of their desired one for so long. You had chosen to join them, to love them. Flaws and all. And that was the sweetest addiction of all. So they would follow wherever you beckoned and they would protect you and love you with the entirety of the wretched tatters that remained of their souls.

Just for you, they had decided to perform this last song in their demon forms, forgoing their human guises.

“Well done. Ready to forget it all?” Gwi Ma’s voice rumbled as he looked hungrily out at the crowd of fans gathering in place for the performance.

Jinu looked over them as well, memories of the moment he left his mother and sister behind flashing in his mind and then Rumi, their moment of peace found within their friendship, and then you. The soft moments together of you two beneath the stars, you sharing modern music with him. Your face in joy. And then your face in despair. The face when you joined them. His expression steeled. He would do this for you. He didn’t care if Gwi Ma went through with the deal or not anymore.

“Good,” Gwi Ma purred. “Glad that girl is useful for something. And she’ll be singing with you, correct? Perfect. I’m ready to feast.”

The Boys grimaced, their fists tightening at the way the tyrant talked about you. But they all agreed on one thing.

They would do this for you. To protect you.

The Saja Boys had tried to change your mind when you said you would be helping with their final performance, it was a huge jump to go from just letting them feed Gwi Ma all these souls, to actively being a part in feeding them to him yourself.

But you had remained stubborn. “I refuse to be a passive supporter any longer. From now on, I’ll make my own path. Even if it leads me to Hell,” You had said with a sweet, content smile. So they agreed. And incorporated you into their performance with the ease of elite professionals.

Derpy the tiger mewled, nudging Jinu’s arm with the bracelet from Rumi offered in his mouth, shaking Jinu from his thoughts. But Jinu hesitated in taking it. Rumi had been his… friend. But he betrayed her. And she had turned her back on you, the girl he had grown to love. Jinu’s fist clenched.

It was an odd feeling, sitting as you floated in the air, the repeated monotonous chanting of ‘Saja. Saja. Saja,’ sounding below you over and over again. And it was strange seeing your reflection whenever you passed it. Your skin had taken on a dark lilac hue, the electric magenta glow of your patterns contrasting sharply. Your eyes glowed an amber, your pupils slit like a cat’s. Your fingers had lengthened, your nails grown into claws, and even your teeth had sharpened. But you kinda liked it. It was badass in a way.

Your mind lingered on them. Mira, Zoey, Celine, and… Rumi. Yes, they had left you. Turned their backs on you. But… you had loved them for so long. For years, they were your entire world, taking care of them and watching them grow. It would be hard to let them go from your heart.

However, that didn’t mean you would save Mira and Zoey from being part of this crowd.

It would be hard to let them go from your heart, but you wouldn’t forgive them.

You perk up when the Saja Boys logo flickers on screen, the image of Jinu’s demon eyes flashing for a brief second before the logo returns, the crowd coming alive with raucous cheers as a haunting tune begins, the boys rising to the stage. The boys floated, solemn looks on their faces as the song began. You were immediately enraptured just by the presence of them.

“I'll be your idol~��

The boys burst into motion, landing on the stage with their movements hypnotizing and magnetic.

“Keeping you in check (Uh), keeping you obsessed (Uh)~ Play me on repeat, endlessly in your head~ Anytime it hurts (Uh), play another verse (Uh)~ I can be your sanctuary~” Kwan opened strongly, drawing the crowd in with his movements and his charm easily. His eyes were on your figure floating above though, peering up at you from below the brim of his hat.

“Know I'm the only one right now (Now)~ I will love you more when it all burns down~ More than power, more than gold (Yeah)~ Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm hеre for your soul~” Chungae and Hyeon joined in, putting their all in this performance because you were watching. Their first and last performance with you. But, hopefully, not the last time they would sing with you.

You were so drawn in that you couldn’t even sway along to the song. You knew this song was meant to gather souls for Gwi Ma, layered with layer after layer of demon charm and hypnotism. But, it feels like they’re singing just for you.

“I'm the only one who'll lovе your sins~ Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin~”

Maybe it's because they are.

“Listen 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir~ Can I get the mic a little higher?~ Gimme your desire~ I can be the star you rely on (You rely on)~ You're lost in my daze, yeah, you can't look away (Hey)~ Don't you know I'm here to save you~ Now we runnin' wild~ Yeah, I'm all you need, I'ma be your idol~”

The boys’ eyes glowed at you as they danced and sang. Their focus was on you the whole time. This last song was for you, not a message directly to you, but it was all for you. You were entranced, not by their demonic charm and hypnotism, but by them. The way they moved, the way their expressions drew you in.

The boys teleported in a burst of demon magic, reappearing in different places on the stage walkway. Gwi Ma appeared behind them, beginning to come through the barrier.

“Uh, shining with my fame, keep on shout my name, I'm your idol~ Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral~ Uh, yeah, endless is my fever, makin' you a believer~ I was born for you, only your idol~” Jum rapped to the crowd of charmed fans, but his thoughts were completely on you. He couldn’t help but love performing, something he hadn’t expected when Jinu came to him with his plan. But it led him to all these new experiences and it led him to you. These words were meant for the fans but this performance was for you. Gwi Ma’s fires flared around them as more and more of him came through until he fully manifested behind them.

“Don't let it show, keep it all inside~ The pain and the shame, keep it outta sight~ Your obsession feeds our connection~ So right now give me all your attention~”

Then the lights of the stage and the light sticks went out, even the screen with the Saja Boys’ logo on it. The only light being the fires of Gwi Ma. The song abruptly cut off with a glitch effect. And then a new song sounded.

Your cue.

You teleported on stage as the first line of the song left your lips in a haunting melody, your voice enhanced by the demon charm you layered over it.

“Insane, inside~ The danger gets me high~ Can't help myself~ Got secrets I can't tell~” The boys teleported around you, moving and sweeping around you in a circle as you sang, striding forward towards the crowd with confidence you didn’t know you had. The crowd was cheering even more enthusiastically at the surprise voice of a female voice, one they had never heard before.

“I love the smell of gasoline~ I light the match to taste the heat~” The six of you spread out to different points of the stage, reaching enticingly to the crowd with sweet smiles.

“I've always liked to play with fire~”

As the beat dropped, it shifted back to ‘Your Idol’ but you sang with the boys this time as you all beckoned the crowd forward.

“Living in your mind now~ Too late ‘cause you’re mine now~ I will make you free~ When you’re all a part of me~”

The six of you teleported back onto the stage. You floated up first, the boys following you up as you harmonized with the boys. Looking down, it was a crowd of faceless figures bathed in red, drawn in by Gwi Ma’s flames and you guess… yours and the boy’s demonic powers. Why was it so easy? These people were mindlessly marching to their deaths and you couldn’t find yourself feeling terribly guilty. Maybe later you will, when the hurt and the anger at them will fade, but right now? Your heart was cold to these people.

“(Listen 'cause I'm) Preaching to the choir~ (Now) Can I get the mic a little higher? (Play with fire)~ Gimme your desire~ Watch me set your world on fire (Play with fire)~ You're lost in my daze, yeah, you can't look away (Hey)~ No one is coming to save you~ Now we runnin' wild~ You're down on your knees, I'ma be your idol (Play with fire)~”

Everyone stopped. You, the boys, the people all stopped as the music cut out and the sound of a voice came from the back entrance to the stands. The crowd began to part.

“We are Hunters. Voices strong.” You frowned as Rumi came into view. The boys and you slowly descended, landing on the stage with Gwi Ma at your backs. The boys closed ranks around you, protective of you and weary of the demon Huntress. You narrowed your eyes at Rumi, scanning over her form. She looked just as bad as when you had last seen her but her face was blank, numb.

“Slaying demons with our song. Fix the world and make it right. When darkness finally meets the light.”

“You come here like this?” Gwi Ma mockingly questioned your sister. “You think you can fix the world? You can’t even fix yourself.”

“I can’t.”

“And now everyone finally sees you for what you really are.”

“They do.”

“And the Honmoon. Is. Gone.”

“It is.” Even from all the way up on the stage, you could see Rumi’s eyes change as she looked up at Gwi Ma sharply, her amber eye disappearing. “So that we can make a new one.”

~~~

Rumi had many regrets in her life.

She wasn’t perfect, she always knew that. But the golden image of perfection in her mind that she had always strived for was nothing but a pretty illusion. And when the illusion broke, she had hurt you. You, her precious twin sister. The sister that all she wanted to do was protect.

After her talk with Celine, Rumi had to face the hard truth that Celine had poisoned their minds. You and her used to be so close but when did that stop? She had to ask herself what happened to the times when you would laugh together over the stupidest little things? The times you would try to cook together only to end up chasing each other around the kitchen with food stained hands? The times when your giggles would fill the grassy clearing in the forest, your secret spot just between the two of you?

And Rumi knew it was her fault. She didn’t protect you like she should’ve, protected you from Celine’s harsh demands and her shoving the two of you into too tight molds of their parents.

And now there you were. The image of their father come to life, standing before Gwi Ma, your back to his flames as the Saja Boys stood on guard in front of you. You looked demonic, with dark lilac skin, clawed hands, black clothing, and the glowing amber eyes she could see from there. But you were beautiful. You were standing with a confidence she had never seen in you—or perhaps never noticed you had. And you had sung. She hasn’t heard you sing in years and she didn’t realize how much she missed it until she heard your voice again.

Rumi swore she would protect you. She had already broken that promise. But she would hold what remains of that promise in her weary hands with all her strength.

Although, first? She would need her girls.

“Nothing but the truth now~ Nothing but the proof of what I am~ The worst of what I came from, patterns I'm ashamed of~ Things that even I don't understand~ I tried to fix it, I tried to fight it~ My head was twisted, my heart divided~ My lies all collided~ I don't know why I didn't trust you to be on my side~”

You watched blankly as Rumi walked forward, her patterns beginning to glow in a rainbow iridescence as it spread up her legs and to her arms and face. You couldn’t help but think it was just like Rumi for her to take her flaws and make them pretty.

Looking to each side of the arena, you could see Mira and Zoey making their ways down to the stage, their chests glowing blue faintly. It seemed like Rumi’s voice had reached them. ‘It was a song for them, after all,’ you couldn’t help but think bitterly, your fist clenching.

“I broke into a million pieces, and I can't go back~ But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass~ The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony~ My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~”

Zoey joined the song as she reached the stage, “Why did I cover up the colors stuck inside my head?~”

Mira reached the stage as well. “I should've let the jagged edges meet the light instead~”

Together, they sang their song of hope, “Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ The song we couldn't write, this is what it sounds like~”

The three were glowing. This must be what it looks like for their souls to connect to their song. You had never seen it before.

But Gwi Ma had.

“Stop this song!” He roared behind you. He summoned a hoard of demons, flooding the stage in three directions as they charged at the girls to try and keep them from singing.

You knew the power of the girls and their voices. You knew as soon as Rumi started singing that this was a losing battle. Which meant that they would more than likely end up killing you here, with the boys…

“We're shattering the silence, we're rising defiant~ Shouting in the quiet, you're not alone~ We listened to the demons, we let them get between us~ But none of us are out here on our own~ So, we were cowards, so, we were liars~ So, we're not heroes, we're still survivors~ The dreamers, the fighters, no lying, I'm tired~ But dive in the fire and I'll be right here by your side~”

The girls embraced as they finally reunited after getting through the hoards trying to keep them apart. It sent a wave of light out over the crowd, beginning to form a new Honmoon as Mira and Zoey’s once black accents on their outfit turned to pure white. You couldn’t help but feel bitter. Rumi had come for Mira and Zoey. And the lyrics they were singing? It felt like a kick in the chest.

But they were right in a way. You weren’t alone. You had the boys. Rumi and you were both exactly where you belong at that moment.

“We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back~ But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass~ The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony~ My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~”

The girls turned and marched steadily towards you and the boys. A shiver of fear went up your spine, waiting for them to summon their weapons so they could kill you and the boys. But they didn’t.

‘I’m sorry, (Y/n). Please. Hear me,’ Rumi mentally pleaded, her eyes on yours as she marched towards you, Zoey and Mira at her sides.

‘Please come back to us, (Y/n). I’m so sorry we… I didn’t stand with you,’ Zoey smiled at you, soft and apologetic. The pit of guilt in her stomach that had formed as soon as she had chosen to follow Mira instead of trying to listen to you pulsing in her chest alongside her soul.

‘It’ll be hard but… we love you. Please come back,’ Mira marched with determination. ‘They’ll share the patterns together.’ The iridescent patterns on their purified clothes glimmered in the light the same as Rumi’s.

‘Protect (Y/n),’ was the only thought in the Boys’ heads. They couldn’t shake the memory of you crying in their arms. You had said that they threatened to kill you if they saw you again. Their hearts shuddered in their chest at the thought of you dying with them. No. They refused to let it happen, they promised you that they wouldn’t leave you and they promised themselves that they would protect you.

Kwan, Jum, Chungae, and Hyeon charged forward, leaving Jinu with you to stay back and protect you as they faced the girls who summoned their weapons.

“Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head?~ Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead~ Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~”

Despite Rumi’s determination to reach you, Gwi Ma interrupted her, summoning the horde of demons back to him to boost his power as he grew in size, gaining enough energy to manifest more of his features. It startled the girls, distracting them as they held Hyeon, Chungae, Kwan, and Jum back.

“Your voices cannot defeat ME!”

Gwi Ma roared, sending a blast of power from his mouth at Rumi. Your eyes widened as Rumi stumbled under the force of Gwi Ma’s blast, straining under the weight on her sword. Mira and Zoey cried out for her but couldn’t reach her as the Boys held them back.

Your heart was pounding as Rumi screamed, trying to muster all the strength she could to hold Gwi Ma back. But she could only buckle under the force, falling to her knee. You unconsciously took a step forward. Would you really be able to watch your sister die?

‘Why?’ Rumi questioned herself. ‘Why am I never strong enough?!’

She stumbled when the force against her sword suddenly disappeared. She blinked, looking up.

‘No…’

Your human eyes looked back at her.

You hadn’t even registered moving. You couldn’t even remember if you had teleported or used your demon abilities to fly. But it didn’t matter. You were there now, holding back Gwi Ma’s power with your own body. Protecting Rumi.

“(Y/n), no…” Rumi’s voice cracked as she stood, her hands hovering uselessly by your shoulders. ‘What could she do? Why wasn’t there anything she could do?!’

‘Guess old habits die hard…’ You thought to yourself. You smiled sadly at your sister as her eyes welled with tears, despair in her eyes. But also guilt and regret.

“I’m still angry at you, y’know,” You told her softly.

“I know. I know…” Rumi cried, her voice wobbling. “I’m so sorry, (Y/n), I never should have turned my back on you. I never should have left you behind! I just… I wanted to protect you…”

“I know. I wanted to protect you too,” You told her. You could feel your skin flaking away into ash, the heat of Gwi Ma’s power eating through you slowly and yet all at once. It hurt. But you still had things you needed to say. “I’m still angry at you, but I’ll always love you, Rumi. After all, you’re the other half of my soul, remember?”

Yeah. She did remember. She closed her eyes, pressing your foreheads together as she remembered. Her tears wet your faces as she felt you fading away.

When the two of you were little, you would dance in by the ancient tree. Perfectly in sync with childish giggles in the air and happiness in your souls.

“You’ll always be the other half of my soul, (Y/n),” She had promised.

“And you’ll always be the other half of mine, Rumi!”

Nights spent under the stars, trying to find shapes and wishing on the shooting stars that streaked across the night. Celine would come scold the both of you for staying up so late but the two of you hadn’t cared.

“We are Hunters, voices strong~ Slaying demons with our song~ Save the world and make it right~ When darkness finally meets the light~” The two of you would sing together, your voices fading together.

She remembered when you had proudly showed her your first attempts at writing a song. The two of you had spent a week finishing it together to show Celine, who had politely clapped over it before dismissing you.

You at her side when the two of you first met Mira and Zoey.

You staying up for several nights in a row just to get their debut outfits just right, making sure every detail matched their personalities, were comfortable for them to wear, made them feel confident and strong.

You in the wings with Bobby or backstage during every single one of their performances.

You cooking their favorite foods for their birthdays, making sure to make the cake their favorite flavor from scratch.

You helping them to their beds when they spent hours into the night working on a song when inspiration struck.

Your voice when you were happy, when you were frustrated, when you were giddy, when you were tired, when you were comforting her.

“You’re gonna do great. You’ve got this.”

Your face when she had hit you and then left you behind without a second glance, numb to your cries.

Your smile.

Your laugh.

Your anger.

Your joy.

You.

And then you disappeared beneath her touch and all that was left was your soul. Rumi choked back sobs as the orb circled around her, humming in a way that reminded her of childish giggles and little voices singing in a clearing. “I love you too…” She wanted to fall to her knees right there and start sobbing, grieving her sister. But she couldn’t because she wouldn’t let your death… be in vain.

Rumi summoned her sword but it was different this time, heavier and yet lighter all at once. It was bigger than it had been and she could feel your soul humming through it. The two of you were always stronger together, that’s how it was meant to be…

The Saja Boys’ chest felt like a gaping maw as Gwi Ma roared, Rumi cutting through him with your sword. This was unlike any pain they had ever felt before in their centuries of existing. Were they even still alive? Was this death? Was this agony? Was this hell?

Jinu fell to his knees, his hand falling from its raised position, kneeling defeatedly halfway between Gwi Ma and where you had once stood. Biting his lip, not caring as it began to bleed, tears welling in his eyes.

Chungae stumbled, his hands to his chest as if he was trying to hold his heart together without all the pieces. His mouth was agape as if a name stood on the tip of his tongue but his lungs couldn’t give them the air to cry out.

Hyeon stood frozen, his arms limp at his sides. He stood like a gaping wound, succumbing to its fatalities. He was open and vulnerable to an attack but he didn’t care. He stood like a puppet waiting for its strings to be cut. Giving up on living.

Jum took a staggering step toward where you once stood and faltered. He didn’t want to believe his eyes, wanting to go to that spot right there to make sure you weren’t really gone. But he didn’t want to see if you really were either. A single tear trailed down his cheek, leading the way for the others to follow.

Kwan faltered, tripping over his feet and landing on the ground. He pulled his fist back and struck the stage with all his strength, leaving a small crater where he hit but the pain was nothing in comparison to the pain in his chest. He hadn’t been fast enough to help you. Stuck in a stalemate with one of the Hunters, neither letting the other get away from the fight. He cursed as he lowered his head.

Mira shuddered, turning her head away to swallow back her grief. She cursed fate for never letting her have the family she wanted. For letting her build this little family with her own two hands only to keep taking pieces away from her. You were her sister. There would be time for grief later.

Zoey’s arms went limp by her sides, the grip on her knives slackening until they faded away in her shock. She couldn’t process what had just happened. They were going to save you. They were going to apologize and talk it out so everything would eventually be okay again. She wanted to give up. Go back to the days where you would listen to her lyric ideas, always listening to every line no matter how odd or strange. Please.

The Saja Boys and the girls were almost swallowed whole by grief and despair. But the girls still had a job to do.

Mira and Zoey turned to the boys, their glares watery as they readied their weapons. They were intent on finishing their fights quickly so they could go support Rumi.

The boys looked at each other.

They would follow where you beckoned.

The girls were shocked when the boys made no move to attack them. Instead, they seemed to… surrender. Their heads bowed and they closed their eyes. Maybe it was their grief, their heart’s having broken, or their love for you, but… Before the girl’s eyes, the boys began fading away into ash.

One by one, they faded away with acceptance. They faded until all that was left was five aching souls, battered and broken, but whole. And they followed where you led. They danced around Mira and Zoey who watched in shock as the souls raced toward Rumi to circle around her sword trailing behind her.

Their souls led the way as the crowd joined in their song of hope and acceptance, their souls empowering the girls as they raced after Rumi, letting them run faster and faster than they ever had before as all the colors of the rainbow danced around them. The power of all the souls connecting with them were enough to lift the girls off their feet as they continued the song with determination.

“We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back~ But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass~ The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony~ My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~ Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head?~ Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead~ Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~”

The girls came together before Gwi Ma, soul energy dancing around them endlessly as Rumi held your sword out and the girls held the offered hilt together. They could feel your soul humming through them, and they closed their eyes. They felt all the souls connecting with their song, connecting with each other and with a flare of light, Gwi Ma was banished and the rainbow Honmoon was sealed.

“My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~ Truth after all this time, our voices all combined~ When darkness meets the light, this is what it sounds like~”

The girls looked out over the world that they had saved. That you had saved. The crowd was cheering, the sky was clear and bright as the rising sun finally shone over them. The rainbow Honmoon pulsed with power. They descended, gently landing on stage. Mira and Zoey released the hilt of your sword, letting Rumi hold the sword gently by its hilt and the blade. She could see her tearful eyes reflecting back at her as her grief filled her heart. For a moment as the sun glinted across the blade, she thought she saw your human eyes reflected back at her, surrounded by five other pairs of eyes.

She held the sword close to her chest, falling to her knees before the crowd of cheering fans who were none-the-wiser. The fight was over.

And you were still gone.

Outtakes:

You: *Looking at your new demon form* “Wow. How snazzy.”

The Saja Boys: *Drooling over you* “Yeah…”

…

You: “Why don’t you just make another hat for Derpy so he and Sussie can match?”

Jinu: *Shook like you just gave him the answers to the universe*

…

Rumi: “(Y/n)! I’m here to protect you!”

The Saja Boys: “Thank you for your services, but you are no longer needed.”

…

The Saja Boys: “We have only known (Y/n) for a day but if anything happened to her, we would kill everyone in this room and then ourselves.

*Five parts later*

The Saja Boys: “…”

…

Let me know if you have ideas for outtakes or side skits! And think about checking out the playlist I made for this little series!

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More Demon Hunters content! Here’s Jinu aura farming from the funniest scene in the movie.

[naariel]

Alucard 🖤

obvious song choice must be attached

[badly-drawn-doflamingo]

GO ON! SAY IT!

Texture difference I can’t pick from..

[bxunyx]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧

Pairing-SmokexStack x Shy reader

MDNI

Summary-A shy, untouched girl finds herself between Smoke and Stack—two dangerous men who’ve been watching her for a while. One night, they finally make their move, promising to be gentle…but teaching her everything but soft.

A/N- Hello it’s been a while 😼

You weren’t supposed to be here.

You weren’t supposed to be sitting on Smoke’s bed between him and Stack, thighs squeezed together under your little sundress, fingers tugging at the hem nervously while they looked at you like a snack they’d been starving for.

“Tell the truth,” Smoke murmured, voice deep and quiet, like he didn’t want to scare you — but still sounded like a threat. “You wore this for us.”

Your eyes dropped to the floor. “N-no…”

Stack laughed, low and smooth. “You always lie that soft?”

You shook your head.

“You ever let a man touch you, baby?” Smoke asked, brushing his knuckles against your bare thigh.

Your voice barely came out. “Not really…”

“Not really,” Stack repeated, grinning. “That mean yes or no?”

You swallowed. “No…”

They looked at each other.

Then Smoke leaned in and kissed your neck, slow. Soft. “You scared?”

“A little.”

He smiled against your skin. “That’s alright. We’ll take our time.”

Now you were in Stacks  lap, facing Smoke, thighs shaking as they slowly touched all the places you never let anybody else touch before. You were already half-naked, your pretty little sundress bunched up around your waist, and your panties shoved to the side.

“You ever let somebody see you like this before, baby?” Smoke asked, dragging his fingers down your belly.

You shook your head.

“Nah,” Stack murmured against your ear, hands gripping your hips. “She’s too fuckin’ good for that. Ain’t that right?”

“I… I’ve never done anything like this,” you admitted.

Stack smiled like the devil. “That’s alright. We gon’ teach you.”

Stack’s hands ran up your thighs, pushing your dress up as he kissed along your collarbone.

Smoke sat in front of you, watching the way your chest rose and fell faster.

“You so pretty like this,” he whispered. “All nervous and sweet.”

“I’ve never… with two people,” you admitted, voice trembling.

“We know,” Smoke said. “You ain’t gotta do nothin’ you don’t want to.”

“But you want it, don’t you?” Stack added. “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

You hesitated. Then nodded, cheeks hot.

Smoke slipped your dress off your shoulders, slow and gentle like he was unwrapping something fragile. “Lay back for us, baby. Let us take care of you.”

You obeyed — shy, trembling — lying on your back while Smoke kissed down your stomach and Stack sat beside you, playing with your hair.

“She’s already shaking,” Stack murmured, brushing your lip with his thumb. “You ever had your pussy licked before, sweetheart?”

You looked up at him wide-eyed. “No…”

Smoke grinned from between your legs. “You ‘bout to.”

“You wanna be a good girl for us?” he asked softly.

You nodded.

“Then let me taste it.”

He leaned in and kissed your inner thigh—soft at first, then open-mouthed, hot. His tongue licked the string of slick that had soaked your panties.

You whimpered and tried to close your legs.

Stack held them wide. “Uh-uh. Let him eat it. You owe us that much.”

His tongue slid up between your folds, slow and warm, making you jolt.

You gasped. “Oh—”

Stack hushed you, hand stroking down your chest. “It’s alright, baby. Just relax. Let him taste it.”

Smoke groaned into you. “She sweet as hell. All this for me?”

He spit on your clit and rubbed it in with his tongue. It was wet, messy, loud — and so much.

Your hips jerked. You moaned, embarrassed, but couldn’t stop it.

already pressing his tongue to your clit. “You walk around all cute and quiet like you don’t know what you do to us. Been wantin’ to ruin this pussy for months.”

He moaned into you, eating you like he needed it, tongue lapping at your folds, fingers rubbing slow circles right where it hurt. You started shaking fast, overwhelmed, hips jerking.

Stack held you still and just watched. Watched Smoke drag his tongue all the way up and spit on your pussy again before going back down for more.

 “You cummin’, baby?”

“I— I think I’m gonna—oh my god—”

“Cum on his tongue,” he ordered. “Let him taste it.”

You fell apart right there, legs trembling, toes curled, crying out. Smoke didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.

“I-I can’t—it’s too much—”

“Yes you can,” Stack whispered, cupping your cheek. “Be a good girl and let it happen.”

You came hard again, thighs clamping around Smoke’s head, eyes squeezing shut. He just licked you through your orgasm until your whole body went limp.

They flipped you over gently, laying you on your stomach with your hips lifted just enough.

“Still want it?” Smoke asked from behind, tip of his dick dragging between your folds.

You nodded fast. “Please…”

“Good girl,” he growled, pushing in slow.

You gasped. It was thick. Stretching you in ways you never felt before.

“Breathe,” Stack whispered, holding your hand. “You takin’ it so well.”

Smoke was deep inside you, groaning low, hands on your hips like he couldn’t help himself.

“This pussy so fuckin’ tight,” he muttered. “She grippin’ me like she was made for it.”

He started to move, slow but deep, letting you feel everything.

Your little cries made him fuck you harder.

Stack leaned down to kiss you. “That feel good, baby? You like bein’ used like this?”

You nodded, tears brimming. “I-I love it—”

“Yeah?” Smoke thrusted deeper. “Say it again.”

“I love it. I love it—please don’t stop—”

Stack stroked your hair. “You’re takin’ it, baby. You’re doin’ so good.”

“Please,” you whined. “Too sensitive—”

Stack kissed your temple. “Shh, mama. We not even halfway done.”

“You ever suck a dick before, baby?”

You looked up at him, wide-eyed. “Not… all the way.”

“Gon’ teach you.”

Smoke thrusted into you—hard, fast, deep—and you moaned around Stack’s tip as he pushed gently into your throat.

It was overwhelming. You were drooling. Shaking. But your pussy was clenching like you were starving for it.

Stack held your head with both hands, letting you breathe, praising you between every inch.

“That’s it, baby. Pretty mouth takin’ me so well.”

“Just like that. Good little thing.”

Smoke slapped your ass and growled, “She tryna milk me already.”

The sound of skin slapping, your muffled moans, and their filthy talk filled the room.

Smoke pulled out, stroking himself until he came on your back, groaning your name.

Stack kissed your cheek and whispered, “My turn next time, yeah?”

You nodded, ruined and soft and shaking.

They cleaned you up, tucked you into Smoke’s bed between them, and turned the lights down.

“Still scared?” Smoke asked.

“No…”

Stack smiled against your shoulder. “Told you we’d take care of you.”

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[ekkiart]

This is for @wereville ‘s #jayvikbop DTIYS thing :)

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Okay okay, so I don’t actually know what songs they’d listen to, I came up with a bunch for each of them individually but in the end “Battle Cry” by The Family Crest is the song that I think of most when I think of them as a whole. It’s so Jayvik imo.

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Under Cover of Darkness

Pairing: Soft!Void/Bob/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry x Mutant!Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader

Summary: You are facing an array of questions about what happened between you and The Void from the rest of the team. (Continuation of The Darkside (PT1), Only Human (PT2) )

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Fluff, Smut, Reminder Reader has the ability of Power Negation (rendering them unable to be Voided or sent into a shame room) and Telekinesis, Supernatural Elements (of course cause The Void being in love is in here lol),

Smut Warnings: Unprotected P in V Sex (y’all I’m not the sex police or anything but…wrap it up lol), The Void is still super clingy and touch starved in this, Oral Sex (fem! Receiving), Sensual Touching/Intimacy, Praising/Dirty Talk

Author’s Note: I loved writing this final part so much, so scandalous lol. Absolutely adored writing Soft!Void it’s always interesting to make a character like him gentle and stuff. Fanfiction is just where it’s at for that lol. Anyways! I hope y’all enjoyed <3 It’s a Void type of update weekend to be honest.

Word Count: 7,265

You stirred slowly to the feeling of something cold and icy tracing circles across your lower back. At first, it felt like the brush of a breeze–barely-there, ghosting over your skin in lazy spirals that kissed your bare skin. But then you felt the weight beneath it: a hand, steady and firm, fingers moving like they were gliding across water. Then the tendrils followed, licking up your spine in short sweeps, mapping the beat of your pulse wherever they went. Soft and measured, mirroring the gentleness they had last night when they wrapped around you and pulled you in close. It was a devotion born from silence,

Your eyes slowly blinked open, lashes brushing against warmth, as the blurriness in your vision slowly disappeared, and everything came into focus.

The first thing you saw was him…The Void. Pressed flush to your side, his arm wrapped around you, his face nuzzled into the space between your collarbone and shoulder like he had claimed the spot, like he owned it–like he had always belonged there. He wasn’t asleep–you could tell by the way he was shifting slightly, by the rhythm of his fingers trailing up and down your skin, by the tilt of his head as if he were listening closely to something–but his eyes were closed to really sharpen his focus on your heartbeat.

His breath fanned against your skin in slow waves, cool but not biting in anyway. He was still made of darkness of course–obsidian, vantablack and impossibly formless around the edges–but his body was more grounded to the room now. Less smoke, and a bit more shape. A man molded from shadows rather than an all consuming void that ate away at it.

You couldn’t help but smile at the image in front of you, the domesticity of it, the beauty of the moment that meant everything encompassed in one small action of being held by something that was seen as violence incarnate.

“You’re still here?” You murmured. Immediately you felt his body tense up a little at your voice, before he nodded.

”Of course.” He replied, his voice rumbling softly against your skin. He lifted his head then, his white eyes gleaming faintly in the golden wash of morning light that poured through the half-open curtains of Bob’s bedroom. He was still all darkness–still a silhouette made of starlit ink–but the freckles were still there. The tiny white constellations you had left all over his face.

They glittered like frost in the sunlight. A map of where you had kissed him, the little markings of you that he now permanently held and displayed to the world. They trailed over his cheeks, his temple, his lips–especially his lips–and over his shoulders like scars, but they were things of beauty.

You could see the shape of his smile forming under your gaze. Not fully though, but the curve of his mouth was barely visible to you, like moonlight grazing soft charcoal. It was a smile made more of intention than form.

“I didn’t think it would be the best idea to have Bob waking up to you looking so…” He paused, searching for the word as he stared at you, “Wrecked.” A laugh caught in your throat, kissed with a hint of tiredness that plagued your mind.

“You’re not wrong…You made a very good choice.” You whispered.

You reached up and touched his cheek–your thumb dragging slowly across the edge of one of the pale little stars that clung to the darkness of his skin. His form remained cool under your fingers, but it wasn’t as frigid as the night before. It had seemed like the mingling of your body heat had softened him in some way, providing a sort of blatant contrast between temperatures. He leaned into your hand with a sigh, lashes lowering and fluttering closed.

”You look so…Beautiful in the sun.” You commented softly, which earned a soft hum from him.

”Could never look as good as Sentry,” He said, almost teasing, “But…I’m glad you look at me that way.” You traced your fingertips over his mouth, feeling the way his lips curved under your touch–still unfamiliar with the softness of your little ministrations, but wholly aware of how much he needed it. He pressed a kiss to them, quietly displaying his devotion to you. Then he sighed.

”When do you want me to…Go?” He asked softly, like the question physically hurt him to say. His hands continued to move–one still stroking slowly up your spine, the trandrils tracing your ribs like music notes on a staff. But now everything paused, unsure. Bracing for an answer. You could feel your lips slowly tilt down at the way he sounded, but you let your touch trail back to his cheek again, brushing his silky skin, feeling him chase your warmth.

”Let’s just relax together for a few more minutes,” You whispered, “Then we can make those decisions…Cause I’m the one that’s going to need to explain this, remember?” You gave him a wry smile, “So I need some peace before the chaos.” He nodded against your palm.

”Okay.” He replied, focusing on the way your thumb traced a slow arc that followed the glowing little novas scattered along his cheek.

Maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was something deeper, something boundless–but he shifted up then, just a little, until he was face to face with you. His arm tightening around you to pull you closer towards him, your bare skin pressing against his. You could feel his breath brushing against your lips, almost like he was waiting for you to close the space between the both of you, and you instantly took the hint.

You leaned forward and gave him a soft, warm, and quiet kiss, drowning in the stillness of the morning. He let out a loud breath–less of a moan and more of a huff of disbelief, like your affection was still catching him off guard. He pulled back just enough to murmur.

��You’re radiant in the morning, by the way…” Your cheeks warmed at the comment, attempting to fight off your smile from growing wider as he reached up, his cool fingers grazing your jaw, while his thumb swept across the heat that radiated off your cheekbone.

“I understand why Bob dreams of you like this,” He continued quietly, “Why he looks at you all the time when you’re in the sunlight. Why he checks on you at night when he wakes up and you’ve accidentally fallen asleep, even when you’re the one keeping watch over him…It all makes sense…” You let out a small laugh.

”Remind me never to tell you any of my secrets…” His head tilted slightly in amusement, like he didn’t quite understand what you meant, “Because all you’re going to do is blurt them out to everyone.” You continued, teasing now. He chuckled lowly–just a breath of a sound–and leaned to the side, his mouth finding the love bite that he left on you the night before, pressing a gentle kiss on top of it, feeling a snip of pain inch to the surface. His breath chilled the soreness, and it made you inhale through your teeth–but not from pain, just from the memory that it stirred up inside of you.

”I’m allowed to speak the truth,” He claimed, “I am part of Bob, and he is part of me. Technically, his secrets are my secrets too.” You snorted at his words.

”Great. So you’re double snooping.” He kissed the bruise again at the comment. Slower this time, with the kind of deliberate gentleness that made your breath hitch. Then, with no real warning except the cool sweep of air that gusted over your collarbone, he trailed down, nipping at the soft flesh there–just once–before murmuring.

”I promise I’ll keep your secrets…I don’t have many people to tell them to anyways.” You laughed, quiet and fond of the unexpected kisses and nips he began to place on your skin. You pulled back slightly with a grin tugging at your lips, but the shift of your hips brought a dull ache between your legs that hadn’t quite registered until just then. The soreness bloomed like heat, reminding you of just how intense last night had been.

You winced, and immediately he stilled.

“Are you okay?” His voice dropped, no longer teasing–just concerned, genuinely, and deeply, which was something you had never heard from him before to this degree. His tendrils froze mid-air, and his hands pulled away from your skin almost like he thought he had done something to you unknowingly. You nodded quickly, cupping his face as if to reassure him physically.

”Just a bit sore from last night. Moved a bit too fast, that’s all. Don’t worry about it.” You explained. He gulped, letting out a small hum, like he was processing your answer carefully, scanning your face to see if he could tell if you were lying or not. You reached down to his arm and moved it back to your skin, to tell him to resume touching you, feeling his hand returning to the warmth of your back.

“Maybe I can help a bit.” You raised an eyebrow, suspicious of how his voice sounded like he was planning something.

“Yeah? And how are you planning to do that?” He leaned forward and kissed you softly, earning another glowing freckle that bloomed on his bottom lip, warm and silver-white. He held the kiss for a second longer than necessary, then pulled back, his voice dipping into a tone that could’ve passed for flirtation if it wasn’t so soft and slightly hesitant.

“I could…Go down and check if everything’s okay?” You stared at him for a beat, then you snorted, laughing so hard you had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep it from echoing off the bedroom walls. You could see the way his eyes widened at you and your reaction that he wanted to probably crawl into himself.

”Oh my god,” You wheezed behind your palm, “If you’re asking to go down on me Void…Just say it. You make it sound like I’m at the doctor’s office.” His head tilted to the side at first, not really understanding what you meant at first, then the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. If he could blush in those moments, he probably would’ve combusted.

”I…I was trying to be polite,” He muttered, his voice carrying a hint of flustered warmth, a rare crack in his otherwise measured cadence. You grinned, completely endeared and enamoured by his demeanour.

He cleared his throat, then tried again–more deliberately this time, “Alright…Can I go down on you to ease the soreness?” You bit your bottom lip, the heat in your stomach that had been cooled down from last night warming up again, almost in anticipation.

“Only if you want,” You whispered, hand brushing through the shadows of his hair–silky and cool, like clouded moonlight.

”I want to try you,” He replied quietly. His voice dropped into something heavier, something nearly holy in tone, “So yes. I want to.” His hand traced down from your back to your side, his fingers skating lightly over your hipbone, as if memorizing the way you fit under his touch.

”I want to know the shape of your pleasure,” He continued softly, shifting forward a bit, “How it tastes. How it lingers.” You shivered at the words, feeling his lips press against your jaw, then to the hollow just beneath your ear.

”I want you etched on my tongue,” He whispered, his breath fanning over your skin, bringing up little goosebumps across it, “So I’ll still remember you even in the parts of me that forget time…Or self.” You could feel your heart pounding in your chest now, as you swallowed hard, your throat tightening slightly.

“I want the first thing I learn fully to be you,” He added, voice barely more than a breath now, “And the last thing I taste, when I disappear again…” Your hand trembled slightly as you reached for him, tracing the glowing freckles on his shoulder, the star map of your tether to him, “Did that convince you enough?” He asked, a bit breathless already, you didn’t know if it was due to nerves or excitement, but you nodded.

”Yes…” His lips pressed to your neck again–barely there–as his body began to shift, the cool weight of him moving with deliberate grace. His hands mapped a slow, unspoken permission along your sides before guiding you gently onto your back. The mattress dipped with the motion, and you allowed him to move you, your body yielding beneath the soft pull of his hands, your legs parting just enough to cradle him between them.

He settled there, cushioned between your thighs, one arm wrapped loosely around your hip while the other steadied himself just above your ribs. You could feel his breath hitch slightly–like even now, even after last night, the intimacy of this moment made him pause, made him take it in and drink up every minute.

Then he dipped down again.

Gentle, deliberate kisses began at your collarbone. Then lower. The swell of your breast, the hollow of your sternum, the curve of your belly. Each kiss was slow, placed like a blessing, like each patch of skin he touched was a line from a sacred text that he was committing to himself and to memory. You felt like a holy scripture beneath him, a verse he didn’t want to misquote. A prophecy he’d been waiting to fulfill.

Your hands rubbed up and down the slope of his shoulders, grounding yourself with the feeling of his form–cool, strong, fluid under your fingers. His hair was slightly disheveled from the night before, strands standing on end and hanging forward over his face, and you swept them back gently, revealing the shine of stardust freckles dusted across his cheekbones and temple. He looked…Peaceful. No less inhuman, but deeply softened by presence. By purpose.

And just as he reached the point where he wanted to be–where he could feel the heat of you pressed close and trembling–your fingers pushed the comforter down to your waist. You wanted to see him. To see all of him in the light.

Golden sunlight spilled across the room, painting your skin in warmth and his in faint glitter. It caught on the sharp edges of his face, on the fainter points of his silhouette. And when he glanced up and saw the way you’d pulled the covers away, his lips parted into a small smile. It was shy, almost boyish–if shadows could ever look innocent–and you swore his teeth caught the light like diamonds for the briefest moment.

He kissed your thighs, both of them. Once. Then again. Then a third time. Nuzzling his cheek against the soft flesh there like it soothed him just as much as it did you. You could feel his fingers adjusting your legs, repositioning them until you were fully open to him–utterly exposed and glistening beneath the morning sun.

It was vulnerable in a way that startled you. Not from fear, but from awareness. Awareness of how raw and real and unhidden it all was. There was no hiding in candlelight here. No veil of night to protect your insecurities. Just you. Bare, radiant, and shaking slightly under the watchful eyes of something born from eternity.

He noticed it immediately. The way your breath caught. The subtle tension in your thighs. His head lifted just enough so that he could meet your gaze again, the glowing galaxies in his eyes suddenly soft.

“You okay?” He asked gently, voice low, as if trying not to break the quiet intimacy that had settled around the two of you like a fog.

You let out a short breath, heart hammering just slightly harder now. “Yeah…Yeah, you’re just…Staring.”

His lips curved as he leaned in and kissed the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

“I’m staring because you’re beautiful,” He said plainly. “Not for any other reason.” You swallowed hard at that. The words were so honest, so direct, that they unraveled some small knot inside your chest. He wasn’t gawking. He wasn’t objectifying. He was simply… Beholding. His eyes never left yours, even as his lips brushed the inside of your thigh again–lower this time, closer. You could feel the cool, steady warmth of his breath fan against the slick heat of you, and your hips twitched instinctively, a small motion that didn’t escape him.

“Can I continue?” He asked, voice low and velvet-smooth, like he needed you to invite him in.

You nodded–slow, breathless, a tremble in your jaw. “Yes… please.”

His hands found your stomach, large and careful, palms splayed flat against your skin like he was grounding you and himself at once. You watched the way his fingers settled just beneath your ribs, thumbs tucked softly along the dip of your waist as his shoulders nudged higher, easing between your thighs. The backs of them pressed firm and steady to your skin, anchoring you in place as he lowered himself with slow precision.

He kissed right beside your core–just to the side of where you ached for him most–and you felt the low, deep thrum of desire pulse in your belly, blooming warm and eager. The anticipation alone made your thighs tense slightly, your breath catching at the way he paused there, lips pressed to the delicate skin like it was a vow. A beginning.

Then his tongue met you.

Slow. Careful. Reverent.

He licked through your folds with a gentleness that stole the air from your lungs, tasting the way your body still held the remnants of him from the night before. You heard the breath leave his throat–not a groan, not a growl–just a sigh. Pure and content, like he’d been craving this for centuries and had finally been allowed to have it.

His eyes fluttered up to you, heavy-lidded, already looking intoxicated by the taste of you, and his mouth curved against your flesh.

“You taste like every galaxy encompassed into one…I could live forever between these thighs of yours.” Your grip tightened on his thumbs where his hands still rested on your stomach. You didn’t even realize you’d been holding them so delicately until your fingers curled tighter, the pressure grounding you as his mouth returned to you–licking you slowly, firmly, with long, languid strokes that made your spine arch without thinking. His eyes fluttered shut like he was savoring a wine that had aged since the birth of time. He moved like he meant it, every lap of his tongue drawn out with divine patience, the kind that could make someone lose their mind.

You let out a few breathy gasps, soft and trembling, and you felt him hum against you like he could taste the way his pace unraveled you.

His tendrils–cool and alive–began to lift off his back and curl underneath you, sliding beneath the arch of your spine, gently coiling to support you. They helped you lift just enough into him, so that his mouth could stay exactly where he wanted it, where you needed him. Your back arched higher, involuntary, chest rising with each panting breath, and you could feel his rhythm settling into you, molding to the way your body pulsed and moved.

“Fuck…” You whispered, barely audible as your head tipped back. “Void…Oh god…”

It was so quiet–barely more than a moan-shaped breath–but it made him groan low against your core, and that vibration made your hips jerk in surprise. He adjusted to it, licking deeper, more intent now. Your fingers released one of his hands to grab at the edge of a pillow, tugging it toward you and shoving the corner into your mouth just in time to muffle the noise threatening to tear from your throat. Your body shook with the effort of holding it in.

His body shifted more heavily into the mattress, weight sinking with purpose between your thighs as he buried his face deeper into you. You felt it instantly–the change, the surrender of his control. It amazed you that this cosmic force of destruction and shadow, was beginning to unravel just from the way your body responded to him. From your taste. Your breath. The sacred warmth he had found between your legs.

And he moaned again.

It wasn’t measured or calculated this time–it tore from him unbidden, low and needy and aching with reverence. The vibration of it rippled through you, seizing something deep in your belly. His lips were wet and swollen now, his jaw flexing as he sucked your clit gently into his mouth and circled it with the tip of his tongue. Soft at first. Then firmer. Then faster.

You gasped around the pillow, fingers twisting in the sheets as your thighs trembled around his head. His tendrils moved in tandem with your mounting pleasure, curling up your arms, sliding around your shoulders, cradling you in places his hands couldn’t reach in that moment. They felt like silk and shadow, kissing your skin like they were worshipping every inch of you they could find. As though your body was a temple and they had come to pray, and worship.

Your eyes welled with tears.

You hadn’t even realized how close you were–how overwhelmed you felt–until your throat tightened with the emotion of it. His hands had left your stomach, now gripping your hips, rubbing slow, grounding circles into the flesh there, steadying you, encouraging you. His mouth stayed fixed to you, tongue swirling faster now, messier, wetter, more desperate.

He wanted this.

He wanted you like this.

His tongue flattened and dragged across your clit in firm, deliberate strokes, then flicked in quick succession, a pattern that had your entire body jerking with each pass. You let out another muffled moan into the pillow, your hips bucking against his face as his moans deepened, louder now, uninhibited. He was losing himself, humming like he could barely breathe from how much he was consuming you, how badly he wanted all of it.

And then–you felt it.

The final shift.

The tendrils coiled tighter behind your back. His grip on your hips firmed just a little more. And his mouth latched onto you, driven by a divine hunger that only he could hold, sucking your clit between his lips while his tongue fluttered and lapped with devastating speed.

Your back arched even more.

“J-Jesus Christ–Void–Oh my god–” You whimpered, voice shaking, the pillow slipping from your mouth as your cries escaped unfiltered now. He groaned against you again, as if your voice alone could make him come undone.

Your orgasm crashed into you like a breaking wave–sharp and all-consuming, stealing the air from your lungs. Your thighs clamped around his head, your hands flying to his hair, gripping tight as you sobbed his name. Your body pulsed against his mouth, twitching with every aftershock as he licked you through it, devouring everything you gave him, like he needed to make sure you finished completely.

You felt how wet his face and lips were as he pressed himself into you more, moaning like it was a blessing. Like he had waited an eternity to be marked by your pleasure and was finally baptized in it.

Your body quivered violently, overstimulated but still desperate for every lingering touch, every flick of his tongue as he slowed his pace, now pressing languid, open-mouthed kisses to your swollen clit–soothing, and full of longing. His tendrils unwound slightly, loosening their grip like they sensed you were drifting down from the heavens again.

He didn’t move immediately. Didn’t speak. He just held you there, mouth resting gently between your thighs, hands stroking your sides, eyes closed as he breathed you in.

And for a moment…There was only silence.

Silence and the echo of your heartbeat ringing in your ears, pounding out a rhythm only he seemed to know. Your chest rose and fell in sharp little waves, like you couldn’t quite catch your breath, body still trembling in the aftermath. You reached up, blinking hard, and swiped your fingers under your eyes–wet. You let out a shaky, stunned little laugh that broke the silence like sunlight through a stormcloud.

That laugh caught his attention instantly.

The Void’s eyes fluttered open–those soft, shimmering galaxies blinking up at you from between your legs. His brow furrowed ever so slightly, and his voice came out low, gentle, like it didn’t want to disturb the fragile peace that had settled between you.

“…Are you okay? You’re crying.”

You let out a long, breathy sigh, chest still fluttering from the aftershocks, and reached down, fingers brushing into his hair–those strands of living darkness softening under your touch.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m okay,” you whispered, your voice hoarse with emotion, “That was just…Wow.” He let out a quiet huff of a laugh through his nose, the sound warm and disbelieving.

“That good?”

You nodded, hand trailing from his scalp to his cheek, feeling the dampness there–your own slick and sweat from him and tears from your fingers mixed on his skin, and he leaned into it, kissing your palm once like it was a thank-you.

Then he pressed a few more kisses to your inner thigh–slower, softer now, like he couldn’t help himself–before finally shifting up your body. He crawled up with measured grace, his body blanketing yours as he braced himself with one hand and cupped your face with the other.

“No more soreness?” He murmured, eyes scanning you carefully. His thumb brushed across your cheek like he was checking your temperature, memorizing the softness of your skin. You shifted your hips slightly beneath him, stretching your legs out and curling them back again, testing. There was still a little warmth there, but no pain. No sharpness. You shook your head slowly.

“No… I don’t feel anything…But…” You paused. Just long enough for him to notice.

“But?” He asked, tilting his head, his voice laced with quiet teasing. “You want to ruin my work that quickly?” You rolled your eyes at him and reached down, brushing your thigh deliberately against the firm, unmistakable weight pressed against you.

“I can literally feel you Void.” He grinned faintly–barely there, but enough to show in the dim curve of his mouth. Then he leaned forward and kissed the point of your chin.

“It seems like you’re stalling the return of Bob.” His voice softened a little more, brushing against your ear like a confession. “Nervous to talk to him?” You shook your head.

“I just want to feel you one more time before you go.”

He froze for a second. Then his shoulders rose and fell with a breath–steady, quiet, like he was gathering himself–and he nodded slowly.

“Okay…” He whispered. “Okay.”

He shifted again, his lower body sinking more heavily between your legs, and you felt one of his hands slide down, fingers curling around himself. He kept his eyes on you the entire time–those white-gold pupils glowing faintly in the light–as he guided his length down, dragging it slowly through your slick, your body already wet and open for him.

You both gasped–him with a trembling exhale, and you with a sharp breath that hitched in your throat. It wasn’t just physical–it was something more. A moan shaped like a prayer. A breath that came from somewhere deeper than lungs. Like relief, and awe, and surrender all at once.

And then he started to push in.

The stretch made your thighs twitch, your hands flying back up to his shoulders–scratching, clinging, needing something to hold onto as he began to fill you with aching slowness. His jaw clenched with restraint, eyes flickering down to where your bodies met, then back up to your face like he couldn’t choose which sight he wanted more.

Your hips lifted slightly, just enough to welcome him in deeper, and you leaned up to kiss him—hungry, desperate, breathless. Your lips met his like you were sealing something sacred, your moan swallowed into the heat of his mouth as he sank in further.

He pulled back slightly, only to rock into you again–slow, deliberate, the kind of thrust that made your whole body jolt in place from how precise it was. You both let out those quiet, breathy gasps–small and intimate, the kind of sounds no one else was ever meant to hear. The kind that felt like you were in a confessional booth whispering your sins to one another.

And then–

SLAM.

The door cracked open fast. Too fast. A voice, loud and sharp and absolutely not part of your dreamlike haze, tore through the room like a bullet through glass.

“Hey I was just coming to ch–OH MY GOD–“

Void’s head whipped towards the door, your legs instinctively snapping together against his waist before raising your hand and pushing Walker out of the doorway and slamming it shut, locking it this time.

”Fuck.” You whispered, your hand slowly dragged up your face in sheer horror. The Void turned his head back to you.

”…I better bring Bob back…Right?” And you nod instantly.

——————————

The tension in the kitchen was like static–thick, buzzing, just waiting for something to spark.

You and Bob stood beside each other, not quite touching but not apart either, like the gravity between you hadn’t quite settled yet. You had thrown on a random bathrobe that you had found in Bob’s closet, and you were clutching the edge of it. Bob was in a plain t-shirt and shorts, his hair still a little messy, a faint pink hue still riding high on his cheeks. His fingers tapped nervously, rhythmically, against the surface of the granite countertop, like the movement alone could save him from combusting under the weight of what just happened.

Across from you, the rest of the Thunderbolts sat in stunned silence, coffee mugs and half-eaten protein bars abandoned. Yelena leaned forward slowly, her elbow on the counter and her chin resting in her hand, her eyes locked unapologetically on the dark bruise on your neck. She didn’t even try to hide her smirk. Walker looked like death. Pale. Jaw tight. His hands clenched like he was ready to punch a wall or rip out his own eyeballs. Bucky leaned against the fridge, arms crossed, a single eyebrow raised like he was already halfway through processing the absurdity of it all.

And then Bob spoke.

“I th–thought I was having…A sex dr–dream.”

The silence broke like glass.

Your head whipped toward him. His voice was so tentative, so innocent in comparison to the gravity of what had gone down, that it nearly made you choke. He looked…Genuinely hopeful. Like maybe–just maybe–that tiny piece of honesty would land gently enough to break the tension. As if opening with awkward vulnerability might pad the inevitable crash.

It didn’t.

Walker let out a noise somewhere between a gag and a full-body shudder.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “That wasn’t a dream, man. I saw it. I walked in on it. You –he was–you were both–” His voice cracked and broke off entirely, like just recounting it would put him into cardiac arrest.

You sighed, loud and heavy, and braced both palms on the counter. Your whole body sagged a little, the exhaustion from both pleasure and stress catching up all at once

“Listen,” You started, voice hard, addressing the entire group, “What Walker saw…Was something he shouldn’t have seen at all.” You glanced up at the table, jaw tight. Walker’s eyes snapped to you, wild with disbelief.

“It shouldn’t even have been happening in the first place, what the hell are you thinking, Y/N?!” You flinched–not from shame, but frustration boiling to the surface like steam from a cracked pipe.

“Can you just hear me out for once, Walker? Instead of listening to your own fucking voice on repeat?”

All eyes were on you.

The weight of it burned against your skin–Bucky’s steady gaze, Ava’s calculating silence, Yelena’s amusement now tempered with curiosity, Alexei’s raised brows, Walker’s barely-restrained rage. And Bob. Bob stood beside you like a shadow trying to turn into something solid. Nervous, but holding.

Then Bucky broke the silence.

“Well…” He said, slowly, voice even, “Can you at least explain yourself? Because from what Walker is telling us…” He flicked a glance toward Walker without finishing the sentence. “It sounds like you were having sex with The Void.”

Bob shifted beside you. Visibly uncomfortable now. His lips parted slightly like he wanted to step in–to protect you, defend you, say anything that might ease the blow–but he didn’t interrupt. Not yet. His presence, though, was enough. The concern in his eyes was carved into every inch of his face–etched into the tightness of his jaw, the dip of his brow, the way his shoulder leaned just slightly toward yours, like he wanted to shield you from the weight of every stare.

You glanced at him–at the man you had grown such love for, and the power that haunted him–and then back at the team.

“Yes,” You replied clearly, firmly, like you weren’t ashamed, “Yes, I was having sex with The Void.”

Walker sucked in a breath like he was about to explode again–but you raised a hand to cut him off, voice unwavering.

“But it wasn’t the one you’ve encountered. He wasn’t out of control. He wasn’t monstrous. He was…” Your voice faltered only slightly as you looked back at Bob, your hand reaching to gently gesture toward him. “He was like him. Just with Void powers. That’s literally it. He wasn’t hurting me. I promise you–he was soft. He was careful. He wasn’t the threat you all think he is.” The group went quiet again, the air so thick it was hard to breathe. Bob had inched closer to you–so close now that his shoulder brushed yours–and for the first time since you walked into the kitchen, you saw him stand a little straighter. Not out of confidence, but out of instinct. Like if anyone moved toward you too fast, he’d put himself in the middle.

Walker, of course, didn’t back down.

“And how do we know that he isn’t going to turn and void us into our shame rooms again?” His voice sharpened, stabbing through the tension like a blade. “You’re playing a sick, twisted game, Y/N. And one day it’s going to get someone hurt.” There was a pause so long it felt like the Earth stopped rotating. Then–

“Walker,” Bucky said flatly, eyes narrowing, “shut the hell up for a minute.”

Walker’s jaw clicked shut.

Yelena, ever the disruptor, swiveled her stool slightly. “Well…If you have control over him,” she said, tapping her fingernail against the counter, “if you’re really able to coax him out like you say…Then do it right now.”

You blinked at her. “Right now?”

She shrugged, smirking a little. “I’m curious. I want to see what version of The Void you’re describing. Let’s meet your…Other boyfriend.” Alexei snorted into his coffee. Ava muttered something that you didn’t quite catch, though she didn’t look away. Everyone’s eyes were glued to you.

You turned to Bob.

He was already looking at you. Nervous. But not scared. Not of you, at least.

“I–If it’ll help you explain,” He murmured, voice a bit hoarse, “I–I can try to have him come out…”

You reached for his hand without hesitation. The contact was grounding. Solid. Your thumb rubbed slowly over the top of his knuckles, skin soft against the calluses there.

“If you can…” You said gently, “That would be good. Please.” You squeezed his hand, your voice low and quiet just for him. “I’ll explain everything afterward. Okay?”

Bob nodded once.

There was a moment of stillness as Bob closed his eyes.

He didn’t move at first–just stood there, your hand still clasped in his. His breaths were deep and even, like he was meditating. Preparing. Then, slowly, the light in the room seemed to shift. Darker–not in color, but in sensation. Like the gravity had shifted an inch to the left and no one could quite stand the same way anymore.

It started at his fingers. Shadows creeping up his wrists like ink spilled into water, rising with a slow, elegant hunger. You felt the air cool between your bodies as the blackness licked up his forearms and bled into his neck, coating his skin in smooth, gleaming obsidian. His muscles tensed slightly beneath your fingers, but he didn’t let go. The sparkles appeared then–soft glimmers, starbursts of light blooming along his throat and cheeks and jawline. They shimmered over his skin like constellations mapped across a dark sky, forming in the exact places your lips had touched him.

You felt the moment shift behind you. The scraping of a stool. The subtle click of someone’s finger grazing a weapon.

They were readying themselves.

You didn’t let go of his hand.

Within minutes, he was fully transformed. Where Bob had stood moments ago, now stood something else–taller somehow, darker, and dripping with restrained power. The Void.

He let out a slow sigh, the breath cool and steady. His white-gold eyes blinked open–and immediately found you.

“I’m back alrea–”

He cut himself off, mid-word, when he realized it wasn’t just you standing there anymore. His head tilted slightly, eyes sweeping the group. You could still see the flicker of surprise cross his eyes, but it was dulled–tempered by your presence, your touch grounding him like an anchor.

“…Is this show and tell?” He asked, looking back at you with the faintest smirk, the little glimmer of teeth catching your gaze. His voice had that unmistakable timbre to it–low, deep, impossibly smooth.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a small, playful push. “Look at them and introduce yourself, please, before they open fire at you.” He blinked. Then gulped. You could almost laugh at how human the gesture was–how unsure he suddenly seemed with all those eyes on him. He turned slowly, facing the kitchen island, where the rest of the Thunderbolts were staring at him like they’d just seen a ghost…And then watched that ghost crack a shy smile.

“Hey…Everyone,” He said, raising a hand and giving them a slow, uncertain wave. “Uh… Good morning.”

There was dead silence for a beat, then all heads swiveled toward you.

“What’s wrong with his face?” Ava asked, her brows furrowing.

You frowned a little, confused. “What?”

She motioned to his cheeks and lips, squinting. “Does he have…Stars on him?” The Void glanced sideways at you, like he didn’t quite know how to answer that himself.

You looked at her and nodded. “Yeah, they’re…From me,” You added after a pause. “It’s everywhere I kissed him.” That seemed to only further stun the group. The Void cleared his throat, taking a tentative step forward–just enough to stand at your side again.

“I am not the same thing you faced in New York,” He said softly, his voice carrying with unnatural ease across the kitchen. “I’m changed. I’m–”

“Rehabilitated?” Yelena cut in, her voice dry.

The Void hesitated. Then let out a breath of something that might’ve been a laugh. “Not exactly. But…I’m different, I know it may not seem like it, but truly…You guys just haven’t given me a chance.” Bucky’s arms were still folded, his posture tense and unreadable—but his eyes were locked on The Void with the kind of hardened suspicion that only came from seeing too much.

“And how can we trust,” He said coolly, “that you’re not just trying to get in good with her so she lets her guard down–and you take advantage of the situation?”

The words landed like a slap.

The Void didn’t flinch, but he did sigh–long and slow, like he’d expected it, like he didn’t even blame Bucky for asking.

“I’m not going to do that to her,” He whispered, quieter now. “She’s… She’s my–”

He stopped.

The word sat there in the back of his throat, heavy, unspoken. Everyone seemed to hold their breath.

His jaw tensed, eyes flickering shut for just a second like the confession pained him somehow–too large to say out loud, too raw to release fully. And then he exhaled and muttered, almost like he hated how serious it made him sound:

“She’s my soulmate.” The silence was deafening. All oxygen in the room seemed to vanish for a moment. “I won’t harm her,” He added, more firmly now. “And I’m not going to hurt any of you–because you’re her friends. And also…” He glanced down slightly, like he was still trying to wrap his head around the feelings threading through him, “Because Bob cares about you guys. So I… I have to care too, and I’ve been trying my best to care.” His glowing eyes scanned them again, this time slower. Less wary. More human.

“Can you guys just…Trust me? Please.” There was another pause.

A long one.

And then, finally–

“You two are soulmates?” Alexei asked, like he had misheard what was said. You sighed, dragging a hand down your face.

“It’s very confusing, I know. Just…Don’t overthink it. Please. For your own sake.” There was a beat of silence where no one moved–until Bucky finally turned to you, one brow still raised in that infuriatingly calm, world-weary way of his.

“So basically,” he said slowly, “we need to get used to seeing this guy around more often, then?”

You shook your head quickly, hands lifting in a light defensive gesture. “No. No, it’s not like that–at least, not yet. You’ll probably just…See him about as often as Bob. I guess.” You glanced up at the Void, whose glowing eyes were still quietly watching the team like he hadn’t blinked once. “I really don’t know for sure because this literally just happened. We’re figuring it out too.”

There was a pause as the team looked at each other–some with uncertainty, others with resigned confusion. Yelena leaned toward Ava and whispered something that made her snort. Alexei just kept blinking like someone was going to eventually shout gotcha! and reset the universe.

Then Walker finally muttered, “We don’t really have a choice, do we?” He motioned toward the Void, his face still pale. “He’s staring us down.”

“I’m just looking, and judging very very quietly on how I can get out of this a little less embarrassed.” Yelena smirked.

”I could get used to him actually.” She muttered, motioning to him, causing everyone to collectively groan.

[magnusbae]

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Feathers & Fangs

𐦍༘⋆Warnings:Remmick being a creep(still a munch though dw),reader is a spicy southern gal,sexual harassment rizz,stalking behaviors,possessive sex,blood drinking,slight religious trauma,slight drinking,slight smoking,desk sex,coercion,squirting,manipulation,reader undresses herself for money and slight breeding kink.MDNI.

𐦍༘⋆Dark!Dom!Remmick x Burlesque Dancer!Reader

𐦍༘⋆ A/N: Oh my God! i cant believe i got 100 notes from my last story i am so glad y'all liked it.Here is another smut piece.Enjoy!

𐦍༘⋆Brief Summary:In the thick, sticky heat of a 1930s Mississippi summer, you'd finally landed your first gig,just a small corner bar tucked into the edge of the city, but it felt like salvation. Getting there hadn’t been easy, but patience had finally paid off. You’d run from your overbearing preacher father and the suffocating silence of that godforsaken town, chasing freedom and fresh air. And for a while, it felt like a fresh start… until Remmick began showing up. He never sat close, but you felt him,always. Lurking in the dark with eyes like a storm coming in off the Gulf. He never clapped. Never smiled. Just stared, like the songs you sang belonged to him... Like you did. And deep down, you were starting to wonder if he was right.

On a Saturday night, the moon had never shone so bright. Folks came from all around the city to crowd into the small, cozy bar,not just for the whiskey, but for the show.You’d dreamed of being a burlesque dancer for as long as you could remember,drawn to the glitter, the power, the way a woman could command a room with nothing but a glance and a slow sway of her hips. It wasn’t just about the tease; it was about being seen, truly seen, on your own terms.

Now, standing backstage in pink frilly garters and feathers, the low hum of jazz vibrating through the walls, you felt it: that electric buzz just before the curtain parts. Your name was on the lips of strangers. Your silhouette lit up in stage-lights. And for once, you weren’t someone’s daughter or someone’s shame...you were her. The woman with the stage, the spotlight, and all the attention.

But as the lights dimmed and the crowd hushed, your gaze flicked to the far corner of the room...and there he was again.

Remmick.

Watching.

Waiting.

Like he’d come to collect something he already considered his.

Taking a last drag from your cigarette and one last sip of that throat-burning whisky,you quickly swallowed your nerves,the alcohol slowly settling in.

You stood under the flickering glow of the vanity bulbs, making the final touches to your costume,a sinful but delicate vision of lace and temptation. The soft ivory fabric clung to your curves like it had been made for sinning, kissed with pearls and stitched with feathers that shimmered like fallen halos. Your wings, fragile and wickedly white, trembled slightly as you adjusted the straps, the sequins catching the light like stardust. A crooked halo perched atop your tight curls, just enough to mock the innocence you were never really trying to sell.

You could hear the muffled chatter of the crowd just beyond the curtain, their laughter bubbling with liquor and expectation. Jazz spilled lazily through the floorboards, slow and sultry, pulsing through your ribs like a second heartbeat.

You exhaled slowly, steadying yourself. The cue was coming. And when the curtain rose, you'd step out as something more than a girl in costume.

You’d become the fantasy. The fire. The fallen thing they all came to worship.

At the call of you're stage name and the recited song leaked through the bar, you waltzed on the platform,wolf whistles and hollers filled the vicinity.Your slow, deliberate hips swayed with a hypnotic grace, captivating every eye in the room...men and women alike, utterly spellbound."Well… hellooo Mississippi. It’s a pleasure to bless y’all with my presence tonight. Y'all ready to get a little naughty with this fallen angel?"

The crowd whooped, clapped, a few catcalls echoing from the back,but you kept your smile slow and deliberate, the kind that made hearts skip and mouths go dry. You took your time crossing to center stage, pastel heels clicking like a countdown, wings swaying with every sultry step.

The lights dimmed to a golden glow, casting halos across the smoky room. The band struck up a slow, devil-may-care rhythm,something that crawled under the skin and curled its fingers around the spine. You rolled your shoulders back, lifting your arms as the feathers unfurled behind you, graceful and ghostly.

Fingertips danced down your bodice, teasing the curve of your waist. A single garter snapped against your thigh, drawing a chorus of sharp, appreciative gasps. You winked, turning slowly to show off the full sinful silhouette of your so-called angelic self.

And then...just before your first layer dropped,you felt it.

That gaze.

Not like the others, hungry and cheering.

No, this one ignited.

You didn’t have to look to know who it was.

Remmick was quite the regular,a looker as well...with onyx black hair and that crooked smile that always spelled trouble.The other dancers have their hearts soar whether he comes in spilling his charms with that Mississippi-slick accent with Irish tones.And yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he came only for you. That suspicion quickly turned to certainty,he never stayed for drinks, never watched the other girls. He only ever showed up when you took the stage.

Your first encounter with Remmick was anything but pleasant. He didn’t offer a name or a handshake,just stood outside your dressing room door, murmuring his twisted devotion like a prayer. His voice was low, reverent, almost worshipful… and entirely uninvited."C’mon now, Songbird… don’t make me wait. Let me in, darlin’. I got a kind of love for ya that don’t fade, that clings to the bone. Fellowship, love… the kind ya feel all the way down. Just open the door, and I’ll show ya how good it can be...how good it can feel."Even though security herded him away.

Those words still burned you to the core.

Later…

The lights had dimmed, the crowd had roared, and now the stage sat quiet...scattered with glitter and discarded satin. You stood at its edge, breath still shallow, skin dewy with sweat and spotlight. Nothing left but your pasties, a sliver of satin underwear, and the hum of adrenaline still crawling across your skin.

You could feel their eyes on you still… but only one gaze mattered.

A cold shiver dragged across you're naked spine at the dark haired regular at the edge of the bar,sitting alone...always.Announcing your departure for your well deserved after performance break, you thankfully say "Y’all have been a divine little crowd tonight," you purr, sweeping a teasing glance over the room. "But this angel’s gotta take her leave,wings don’t spread themselves, sugar."

As you were taking your leave off the platform, you dared to lock eyes with Remmick, now standing like a shadow carved from moonlight at the back of the room. His expression was unreadable, but his stare was relentless,hungry, fixed, like it was tethered to your skin.

You gave him a slow, sultry wink, letting your lips curl into the kind of smile that could bless or damn a man. A final tease. A warning. Or maybe… an invitation.

The moment hung between you like a pulled thread.

Then you turned, letting your hips sway with purpose as you disappeared behind the velvet curtain, the echo of your heels clicking like a countdown.

But even offstage, out of the light, you could still feel him watching.

And something in you knew,you hadn’t seen the last of Remmick tonight.

Backstage, the lights were dimmer, cooler, but the air still clung heavy to your skin,thick with sweat, smoke, and the faint perfume of desire. You leaned against the vanity, wings slung half-off your shoulders, your chest still rising and falling with the high of performance.

“Damn,” you breathed with a laugh, dragging your fingers through your hair. “They ate it up tonight.”

You peeled off a glove with a practiced flick, tossing it onto the chair beside you. The mirror caught your reflection,flushed cheeks, lipstick slightly smudged, eyes glittering like mischief. You tilted your chin up and murmured to yourself, half-joking, half-wary:

“And there he was again. Lurking like a ghost with a hard-on.”

You stepped out of your heels, groaning softly in relief, and padded across the dressing room in nothing but your satin underwear and pasties. A shimmer of glitter still dusted your thighs, catching in the light.

“He’s got that look like he’d carve my name into his ribs if I asked nice.” You chuckled to yourself, but it didn’t quite reach your stomach. That same cold little flutter stayed there, coiled like a secret.

Then... The floorboard creaked outside the door.

Your voice dropped, quieter now, breathier. “You always watching, sugar? Or are you finally gonna knock like a gentleman?”

A pin-dropping pause came… then, like molasses slipping through cracks in old wood, that familiar Mississippi drawl oozed through the closed door.

“Ya gon’ keep talkin’ to the air, or ya finally ready to let me in, Songbird?”

His voice was low,smooth, smoky, and just a little too calm. Like a man who already knew the answer. Like he wasn’t askin’ for permission… just bein’ polite.

You didn’t answer right away. Your hand hovered near the doorknob, heart thudding against your ribs in a rhythm that was part fear, part thrill.

He chuckled on the other side, the sound deep and warm like bourbon gone bad.

“I watched ya up there tonight… all that lace and temptation, shinin’ like sin under those lights. Lord help me, ya make a man ache just watchin’.”

You swallowed, throat dry.

“You call that dancin’, or was that somethin’ just for me?”

There was a scrape as he leaned in closer,so close you could hear the whisper of breath against the crack in the door.You retreated to your vanity,hairbrush in hand,plopping down in your satin chair with a huff.

“Ya keep winkin’ at me like that, darlin’, and I’ma start thinkin’ ya want me to come in.”

You set down your hairbrush with a sharp scoff, turning towards the door,twisting half your body, head locked at the decorated wooden door that separates an angel and the devil.

"You don’t know a damn thing about me, Remmick. But I know plenty about men like you,always showing up with sweet talk and chains, tryin’ to tame a woman who’s finally learned how to fly."

Then Remmick went quiet.

The sudden silence unsettled you,he was usually all charm and chatter, a man who filled every crack in the room with his voice. But now... nothing.

And then, low and unexpected, his voice slid through the door like a blade:

“That what your daddy taught ya, huh?”

Your thin rose-colored robe flared behind you like smoke as you stormed to the door, yanking it open with a fury you didn’t bother to hide. And there he was,Remmick, leaning lazy against the door frame, that same damn sharp,sinister smile curling at the edges of his mouth like he’d already won.

“You smug, twisted bastard,” you spat, eyes blazing. “You don’t get to stand there throwin’ Daddy’s name at me like it means a goddamn thing. You don’t know shit about what I’ve crawled through to get here.”

You stepped outside into his space without hesitation, close enough to smell smoke, cologne, and a faint tint of iron.

“You think watchin’ me dance gives you the right to talk to me like you own me? Keep dreamin’, bloodsucker.”

Even in your anger, your eyes swept over him taking him in whether you meant to or not. A gold chain glinted against his pale skin, resting just above the exposed muscle of his chest, framed by a pale blue button-down left teasingly open. His sleek suede slacks hanged by suspenders hugged his frame with an effortless confidence, like he’d stepped straight out of a blues song and into your damn doorway.

Remmick raised his hands slowly in mock surrender, that devilish grin never quite leaving his face.

“Easy now, Songbird,” he drawled, voice smooth as molasses. “Ain’t tryin’ to start a war. Just makin’ conversation.”

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with something darker...something knowing.

“I mean, it’s not exactly a secret, is it? Small town, big pulpit. Everybody knew ya daddy was the fire-and-brimstone type,screamin’ about sin on Sunday while his daughter snuck out the back in red lipstick and heels.”

He let out a low chuckle, slow and thick with wicked delight.

“You forget, sugar...I been watchin’ ya longer than ya think.”

Speaking of his eyes,through the storm of everything he seemed to know about you, you couldn’t help but stare. Up close, they were unnerving: pupils dilated wide, almost unnaturally so. For a moment, you wondered if it was just the dim, flickering light playing tricks, but then a chill ran down your spine,were they… red?

You were taken aback at first,his boldness, the way he knew things no stranger should. But then a slow smile crept across your face, fierce and unapologetic.

“Big whoop,” you said, voice steady and dripping with attitude. “You think just ‘cause you know my daddy’s a preacher, you got me all figured out? Honey, I’m more than that. I’m not ashamed,never was, never will be.”

You squared your shoulders, meeting his gaze head-on. “So go ahead, stare all you want. You’re gonna have to do better than creepy little tricks and half-remembered rumors to rattle me.”

He snickered,not at your fiery words, but at the way you’d forgotten to close your robe, leaving your supple, sweat-slicked skin on full display. The delicate pasties barely contained your breasts, and the thin satin of your underwear clung to your hips, shimmering faintly in the low light.

His voice dropped, thick with slow, dangerous seduction. “Careful now, Songbird… don’t want ta make it too easy for a man to get lost in all that.”

He stepped closer, eyes roaming openly, drinking in every curve you’d left exposed. “But I gotta say, ya wear that wildness...those delicate pieces,like they were made just for sinning. It’s wicked. And damn near irresistible.”

Your breath hitched at his words, heat blooming low in your belly. Instinctively, your thighs pressed together,slow, subtle, as if that tiny movement might ease the aching throb building between your legs. Or at least, you thought you were being subtle.

But Remmick’s gaze dropped, hungry and all too aware.

“Mmm…” he hummed, eyes glinting like embers. “There she is.”

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until the toe of his black boots brushed your bare toes. His tainted fingers ghosted along the edge of your robe, not touching...not quite...but close enough to make your skin burn.

“All that fire in your voice, but your body’s tellin’ me something sweeter,” he murmured, Southern drawl with a hint of Irish curling around the words like smoke. “Tell me, darlin’… ya gonna keep pretending ya don’t want me, or are ya ready to stop playin’ holy when we both know better?”

A sharp breath hitched in your throat, and you spoke before you could second-guess the desire laced in your voice."Door’s open, Remmick. Let’s see if your mouth matches your hands."

He didn’t wait for another invitation.He backed you through entry to the dressing room.The door clicked shut behind him, sealing you both in a room thick with heat, sweat, and unspoken hunger.

He looked at you like you were something sacred...and already his.

His hand rose, fingers brushing your jaw so gently it made you ache. Calloused thumbs traced the corner of your mouth, then dragged slowly down the side of your neck like he was memorizing the shape of you. Your breath caught.

“Ya sure, Songbird?” he murmured, voice rough and low, barely more than breath against your lips.

You didn’t answer with words,you didn’t need to. Instead, you leaned in and kissed him.

At first, it was soft,just a brush of mouths, hesitant and unbearably tender. But it cracked something open. Remmick growled low in his throat, and suddenly his hands were in your hair, pulling you closer, crushing your body to his. The kiss deepened, turned desperate, hungry. Your robe slipped further off your shoulders, forgotten, baring more of your flushed skin to the chill of the room,and the heat of his touch.

His lips moved like he was starving for you, tasting every part of your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. Tongue, teeth, breath,everything syncopated, everything burning. You whimpered into him, arms wrapping around his neck as your bodies molded together.

His hands roamed...down your back, gripping your hips, pulling you against the hard press of him. You gasped as he ground into you, the sensation enough to make your knees threaten to give.

“Ya feel that?” he breathed against your mouth. “That’s what you do to me.”

You kissed him again, fiercer this time, fingers clawing into his shirt, wanting more, needing more. The air between you was thick with sweat, lust, and something deeper,something possessive, dark, and dangerously tender.

And still… neither of you pulled away.

You pulled back just enough to breathe, lips swollen, your chest rising and falling against his. His eyes flicked down to your mouth, then lower to where your robe had slipped halfway off your shoulders, hanging like a whispered promise.

Remmick's voice was a low rumble, thick with desire.

“Look at ya,” he murmured, brushing a knuckle across your collarbone. “All fire and fight, but underneath it… you’re burnin’. Ya know how long I’ve waited to feel that heat?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you met his gaze,steady, unashamed,and slid your hands down the rest of your flowing robe. The silk loosened, falling open like petals. Your bare skin gleamed beneath the dim vanity lights, dewy with sweat and stage heat, still adorned only in your glittering pasties and barely-there satin underwear.

His breath hitched this time.

“Goddamn, darlin’…” he muttered, eyes devouring every inch of you. “Ya stand there lookin’ like temptation made flesh. Ya really want me to believe ya ain’t been wantin’ this?”

You shrugged the robe from your shoulders and let it fall to the floor, pooling at your feet like a quiet surrender.

“What I want, Remmick,” you said, voice low and sultry, “is for you to stop talkin’ and touch me.”

He stepped into you like he’d been unchained, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gripping your waist with just enough force to make you gasp. His mouth was on yours again,hotter, deeper, and far less patient. Your back hit the vanity as his tongue slid against yours, and the world narrowed to the taste of him, the weight of his body, and the rough edge of his voice growling against your lips:

“You’ve got no idea what you’ve started, Songbird…”

You pressed your lips to the hollow of his throat, kissing your way down slowly...tasting salt, heat, and something ancient humming beneath his skin. He shivered under your touch, like even he wasn’t prepared for how much he wanted you.

“You burn too easy for a monster,” you whispered against him, breathless.

But it was you who trembled when Remmick sank to his knees.

His hands slid up your thighs, rough palms warm against your skin as he looked up at you through hooded lashes. Something in his gaze made your breath catch. His eyes,normally dark, smoldering,were glowing now. Deep, unnatural red. Lit from within like embers waiting to catch flame.

Still, you didn’t pull away.

Your thin robe had already slipped from your shoulders, leaving your skin exposed, glittering with sweat and stage dust. The soft glow from the vanity lights made you look otherworldly, your pasties and delicate panties clinging to your curves like remnants of some sacred costume. A halo once worn now forgotten.

You were still an angel...but there was nothing pure left between you now.

Remmick’s lips found your inner thigh, pressing reverent, open-mouthed kisses higher and higher. You whimpered, thighs tensing around his shoulders, your body already strung tight with anticipation. A low, dark chuckle vibrated against your skin.

“Ya feel that?” he murmured, voice hoarse with hunger. “Even angels can ache. Even angels want to be ruined.”

Then came the sting.

You cried out, not from pain, but from the way the sharp scrape of his fangs blurred straight into pleasure. A warm trickle followed the bite, and Remmick groaned, tongue dragging across the wound like he was tasting something divine.

Your breath hitched. Your head lolled back against the mirror. You moaned...long, low, and broken.

Somewhere in the haze, you registered the blood, the burn, his red eyes gleaming up at you like a predator halfway through a prayer.

But you didn’t stop him.

“So sweet,” he growled against your skin. “Like heaven tryin’ to forget what it was.”

You could’ve pushed him away. Could’ve screamed. But instead, your fingers tangled in his dark sweat-soaked hair, pulling him closer.

And in that moment, you weren’t falling.

You were offering yourself.

His fingers curled around the waistband of your thin,soaked, panties, dragging them down in one slow, reverent motion. You gasped, hips lifting slightly to help him, your breath coming in soft, shaky waves.

"Remmick..." you whispered, the name falling from your lips like a prayer caught between guilt and longing.

The fabric slid over your thighs, your knees, down to your ankles. He helped you step out of them, hands grazing your calves, your skin electric under his touch. When he looked up at you,eyes still glowing that unnatural red,you whimpered softly, thighs trembling from the way he looked at you. Like a man starving for salvation but choosing sin instead.

"Please..." you breathed, not even sure what you were asking for.

His hands smoothed up your thighs again, this time gripping you with more intent. His thumbs pressed gently into the soft skin just beneath your hips as he leaned in, his mouth hovering just inches from where you needed him most.

"Say it again," he rasped. "Say my name like that again."

You swallowed hard, breath hitching as your fingers dug into the edge of the vanity for support.

"Remmick," you whimpered, voice trembling. "God, you’re driving me crazy... I-I need you."

He let out a low, hungry growl in response, and kissed the inside of your thigh again,closer this time. So close you gasped, your hips jerking forward as a moan escaped you, high and breathless.

"You're shakin'," he murmured, voice like velvet and smoke. "Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mouth keeps tryin' to argue."

You moaned again, louder now, head falling back as heat pooled deep in your core.

"Shut up and touch me, Remmick," you breathed, voice half-sob, half-command.

He chuckled darkly, hands tightening on your hips.

"As you wish, Aingeal. But once I start… I ain’t lettin’ ya go."

He then descended himself on your quivering,soaking cunt.You yelped as he used his tongue with quick precision,shaking hands urging to hold on to something found his sweaty onyx locks.He hungrily used his tongue to find your clit,his right hand inserting two fingers in your velvety heat,pushing in and out in a slow rhythm.His dark stubble tickling your inner thighs mixed in with the slight pain from his bite.

“Mmm… ya taste like sin, Songbird,” he growled, licking deeper, “and I swear,I’ll never get enough of this sweet little pussy.”

Remmick groaned against your soaked flesh, the vibration sending shock waves through you. His tongue worked faster now,more ravenous, more desperate...lapping and sucking like a man starved for divinity.

You cried out, back arching, hips rolling down against his face as the rhythm of his mouth and fingers pushed you higher.

“F-fuck—Remmick!” you gasped, fingers clawing into his hair. “Don’t stop—please, don’t you dare stop—”

He moaned at your plea like it fed him, fingers curling inside you just right, his lips locked to your clit with unrelenting purpose.

“That’s it,Aingeal ,” he growled between licks. “Let go for me. Cum on my tongue—I want all of it.”

Your breath came in broken gasps, thighs trembling around his head, that sweet pressure building fast,too fast,until it snapped. You came with a loud, shaking moan, crying out his name as your walls clenched around his fingers, your body shuddering beneath the weight of it.Squirting out your nectar which he so gracefully licked up,drool cascading his lower jaw.

But even as you collapsed back against the vanity, dazed and glowing, he didn’t stop.

“Told you,” he murmured against your sensitive, soaked folds, voice dark with satisfaction, “once I start...I don’t stop.”

You were still trembling...slick, flushed, breathless,your legs barely able to hold you up against the vanity. But Remmick didn’t give you time to come down.

He rose slowly from between your thighs, licking your release from his lips with eyes still glowing blood-red. The sight alone made your breath hitch again.

“Mine,” he growled, voice rough with lust and something deeper. “You understand me, Songbird? This pussy—” his fingers dragged through your wetness, making you whimper, “—this body, these sounds you make? They all belong to me now.”

You could only moan in response, thighs trembling at the sheer force behind his words.

Remmick stepped back just slightly, only to begin undoing his shirt,slow, calculated, like he wanted you to watch. Each button slipped free with the sound of rising anticipation, exposing the strong cut of his chest, his defined collarbones, and the sharp lines that dipped toward his waistband.

“You’re not the only one that’s been aching,” he muttered, pulling the shirt off and tossing it to the floor. “Ya walk around in those little costumes, dancin like ya don’t know what ya do to me. Like you don’t feel my eyes on ya.”

You swallowed hard, still breathless, gaze locked on the defined muscles of his torso, the low trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his slacks. He watched you watch him, and smirked like the devil he was.

“Ya keep lookin’ at me like that,” he said, undoing the button of his slacks with one hand, “and I’m gonna ruin ya right here. Right now. Ain’t nobody comin’ to save ya, Aingeal.”

His pants hit the floor, and your mouth went dry at the sight of him throbbing,hard, heavy, and already leaking for you.

He stepped forward again, grabbing your waist, and pulled you flush against him,skin to skin, heartbeat to hunger.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered against your lips, voice dark and trembling with control he was seconds from losing. “Say it, and I’ll make ya feel it everywhere.”

“P-please… Remmick, I’m yours...all yours… just… take me…”

That was all he needed. His smirk deepened, devilish and dark, as he bared his full set of fangs,a silent promise of both danger and desire. The air between you crackled with tension, thick and electric, as he pressed closer, hands framing your waist with possessive strength.

His eyes locked onto yours, burning with an ancient hunger as he whispered against your lips, “You belong to me,Aingeal.”

Slowly, deliberately, he aligned himself with you, the heat of his body pressing into yours, every nerve in your skin alight. The world fell away,the only sound your ragged breaths and the steady beat of two hearts colliding.

Then, with a careful yet urgent motion, he entered you.

The sudden force of his thrust made the entire vanity jolt, the edge biting into your lower back as the mirror banged sharply against the wall. The rhythmic pounding echoed through the room, each brutal movement sending a jolt of pleasure so deep it made your breath break into ragged moans.

Your hands fumbled behind you, trying to hold onto anything...him, the slick surface of the vanity, your sanity,but it was slipping, slipping fast. The wood banged again, louder this time, in sync with the rhythm of his hips, every thrust a violent declaration.

“Remmick—oh, God—yes, yes!” you cried out, voice wrecked, your thighs trembling, nails dragging down his back as your body surrendered completely.

“Say it again,” he demanded, breath hot and heavy, “Say who ya belong to while I’m buried inside this perfect fuckin’ body.”

Remmick moved with purpose, each thrust a declaration, each touch a vow. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer, as he buried himself deeper into your core. The ache in your hips was fire and desire wrapped into one, and your moans filled the space between you,raw, desperate, unrestrained.

“You’re mine,” he growled, voice thick with lust and possessiveness. “Every inch of ya.”

His eyes darkened to a stormy crimson as he claimed you with a force that stole your breath away. Without hesitation, Remmick thrust deep and hard, the sharp heat of him filling you completely, setting every nerve ablaze. Your body arched instinctively into his relentless rhythm, breath catching in ragged moans that spilled from your lips.

“That’s it,Aingeal ,” he growled, voice thick with hunger and need. “You’re mine to take, mine to claim,mine to keep.”

You whimpered, lost in the fierce collision of pain and pleasure, the way his possessive hands gripped your hips like he was never letting go. His movements were brutal, demanding, like a predator marking his territory,unyielding and fierce.

His voice dropped lower, filled with a dark promise that sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’re made for m-me...to carry my mark, my blood, my legacy.”

Each thrust pushed deeper, more urgent, as if he was determined to bind you to him forever. Your moans grew louder, mingling with his low growls, filling the room with the sound of a desire that was as ancient as it was overwhelming.

Your breath hitched with every brutal thrust, your body trembling beneath his relentless rhythm. You clung to him, nails digging into the hard planes of his back as waves of pleasure and need crashed over you.

“Remmick,” you gasped, voice trembling but fierce, “fuck—don’t stop. I’m yours… take me deeper, make me yours.”

Your moans spilled out,loud and unrestrained,as the fire inside you burned hotter with each movement. Your hips pressed back against him, chasing that impossible edge, begging for more.

He growled low in response, eyes blazing with possession.

“That’s my Aingeal ,” he snarled, voice thick with raw hunger. “Made to bear my mark, to be mine in every way.”

You shuddered as his hands gripped you tighter, pulling you flush against his pounding heat.

“I want you to scream my name when I’m inside you, Songbird,” he demanded, voice a dark promise.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, breath ragged, voice urgent and dripping with desire:

“I will, Remmick—I’m yours. I’m all yours. Don’t stop. I need you to claim me.”

The room spun around you, the only truth the fire burning deep inside,the fierce, unbreakable bond forged in breathless moans and desperate whispers.

His thrusts grew more urgent, each one driving deeper, harder, setting your body aflame with need. You gasped and moaned, fingers clutching at him like a lifeline as waves of pleasure built in your core.

“Remmick,” you cried out, voice trembling with desperation, “please… don’t stop—I’m so close.”

His grip tightened, holding you firmly as he matched your rhythm with unrelenting passion. The room echoed with your gasps and his low growls, the heat between you rising to a fever pitch.

With a final, shuddering cry, your body tensed and released, a flood of pleasure crashing over you that left you breathless and trembling.Slick,white cream coats both of your inner thighs.

But he wasn’t finished.

Drawing back only slightly, Remmick’s eyes burned with dark desire as he pushed deeper, filling you completely, claiming you with a fierce possessiveness that stole your breath away.

“Mine,” he growled, voice thick and raw, “every last inch of ya.”

You trembled in his arms, the intensity of his presence overwhelming, the dark, hungry love of the vampire marking you as his forever.

As your climax began to ebb, Remmick’s fierce grip didn’t loosen. His breath was hot against your skin, his lips trailing a path up your neck with slow, torturous intent.

You shivered as his sharp fangs grazed your skin,then sank in, sending a jolt of fire pulsing through your veins.

The world blurred, your breath hitching in a mixture of pain and overwhelming pleasure. His crimson eyes locked onto yours one last time, filled with an ancient hunger and dark promise.

“Sleep now, my Aingeal ,” he whispered, voice soft and possessive, as the shadows pulled at the edges of your vision.

A/N:thank you for reading i'm gonna have at least 5 more smut fic released about Remmick and then soon start taking requests heheeh.Also fic was inspired by this song so listen while ya read my lil sinners tehee

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