#and if the mark was somewhere hard to cover up that would explain why he gives up swimming in senior year. bc he doesnt want devi to see

[heycoyotegirl]

the soulmate au where your mark is the first thing your soulmate says to you would be so funny for daxton because paxton would have devi’s entire proposition ramble and devi would just have “Yeah. Okay.”

[silv3rswirls]

Sweet Thing

Requests are open, desperately in need of some more Yandere/dark requests <3

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Summary: Sweet thing; mourning lamb. Believe him good or evil, or somewhere in between. He doesn’t care, what’s done is done.

warnings: dark yoongi, cults, religious themes, abuse of power, sex, mentions of virginity, corruption kink, mentions of mental health, manipulation, coercion, dead animals, blood, carcass. Can you tell I love a good sacrificial lamb theme

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note: Requested by an anon, I hope you like it <3

You covered your mouth with your hands, your stomach churning and your dinner threatening to come back up.

You didn’t mind the role you played here, enjoyed it even. Until it was time to clean up the mess left behind. Why make the ones who raise the lamb clean its remains? You looked at the table, watching the slow drip of blood fall onto the floor. The room is empty and dark; earlier it had been filled to the brim and bustling with followers. Everyone seemed to like watching the sacrifice, listening to the father rant and rave all night.

You swallowed, filling tears threatening to brim your eyes as you forced your body to approach the animal’s body. 

You loved taking care of the animals. It was your job, along with a few of the other young girls and older women. Everyone had a job. Everyone in the father’s flock contributed. It was one of the many rules you had been presented when coming into their group. You had only been a part of the flock for about a year now, maybe a little less. It was hard to keep track without phones: no television, no internet, and no socializing with the outside world. Only the trusted members of father’s council could. There was a man that ran the organization's webpage, he had the only computer in the compound. The rest of the men that Father surrounded himself with also had phones, allowance to leave, and other perks for being more devoted, you supposed? 

All you really knew was that you didn’t, and likely never would have those kinds of gifts here. You were new, too young, and didn’t know enough about father’s words. You weren’t sure if you ever would. You liked it here, but it was confusing sometimes. Maybe you just needed to pay more attention. 

You hadn’t been looking for the word of father at the time. You had been heading home after another failed job interview. Anxiously waiting for the train home, watching the crowds of city goers weave around each other. 

You didn’t attend college, and your marks in school had never been the best. It was getting harder to find jobs to apply to now. No one wanted you. Not educated enough, and seemed to demure and slow to think in your interviews. At least, that’s what one particularly rude man had told you at the end of one. You didn’t even want to work, your family was pushing you. You couldn’t make them understand what was happening inside you. You couldn’t even explain it to yourself, let alone articulate the abstract happening in your head. 

Your train was running late, you looked down at the folded flier in your hand. A man had practically forced you to take it from him. You were used to seeing it; crazy people out this time of night trying to recruit people to their schemes.

You unfold it, looking at the paper that spared little information on their group. Not a cult, they insisted with a laugh. An organization for those who felt lost, and needed help and guidance. 

“We take care of each other, we’re family.” 

There was a code hidden on the flier, if you could solve it you would gain access to their website. You went home that night, and two days later you had solved it. Not long after you found yourself wandering out to meet with them. The rest had unfolded so fast, so smoothly. You pretend, as we often do. You were pretending to be an ignorant cynic. Terrified of waiting, or wanting something that you may never get. Daring to dream for anything more than what was on the platter life presented to you at birth. You hardly noticed the change, and soon the remnants of your old life faded. Father’s words set in, rooted inside your being. You liked him, and everyone here. You had never heard of Father’s God, but you didn’t mind turning to him just to have someone to take care of you.

You closed your eyes and scooped up the lamb, setting it in your wagon. You turned back to the blood smeared over the stone table and began to scrub.

It took a long time. Your arms felt like jelly and your back hurt from hunching over. It was washed and dry for the most part, but the past stains of blood remained. Faint traces left over from years of the same ceremony. You looked around the empty, dark room. Everyone else had left by now; your tasks always took the longest. The windows here were stained so dark even during daylight you couldn’t tell if it was light or dark out. It was late though. Most of the candles stacked around the room had burnt out, a few stays remained flickering.

You stood up, giving a big stretch and turning back to the lamb's body. When you saw the dead little lamb you could feel yourself starting to cry again. Too wrapped up in your woes, you hardly noticed the gentle click of the room’s door closing. Soft footsteps slowly make their way towards you. A comforting hand brushed against your back, murmuring slowly about how your tears should be of joy. Their sacrifice would make your life better, this would lay yet another small stepping stone to the future Father was building for everyone here.

The voice, so smooth and quiet, you recognized. Min Yoongi, a man you had never spoken to before about a month ago. He seemed to be good friends with father and was one of the higher-ranking members of the organization. He had taken notice of you on one of his many walks through the meadows you and the other girls watched over the lamb. He had come, snaking through the thick grass and wildflower, stopping just to look down at you. Asked about how much you liked the animals, made small talk, and came back every day afterward to keep talking.

It was odd at first. You were never sure of what to say or do in his presence. He seemed a bit untouchable during the rare moments you caught sight of him. Standing up there with father, and six other men. Men who felt like gods at his side. But he was persistent, and he liked you. 

“We’ve talked about this” he smiled at you, his thumb tracing your cheek to push the tears aside. You nodded, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Did you miss me?” He asks, his smile a bit cheeky as he waits for you to nod. You do. You missed him the past few days and have grown used to his presence. You weren’t sure about the feelings you held for him though. It was confusing, as was everything else in your head. But you liked him, liked the way he would kiss you just out of sight of everyone else. How he would guide you to his room some nights and spend hours basking upon you.

Yoongi moves in to kiss you, to which you meet him and return it. He smiles again, “have you thought about what I said the last time we met?”

You hesitantly nod. “I’m just not sure…I mean, father wouldn’t be happy if we were caught, right?”

Yoongi scoffs, laughing a bit as he looks around. “Baby, he doesn’t care what I do.” 

“And what about what I do?” You frown. You hated the way Yoongi could insinuate that he was above everyone else. Maybe he was, maybe father didn’t care what he and the other higher ranks did. Maybe they were favored, you just didn't want to think about it. But there were rules. Rules everyone here was expected to follow. Did father rules apply to him, you wondered for another moment. He would decide who got together for marriage; God would tell him. But, did it matter if it was him? Did it matter to who he chose to be close to? 

Would Yoongi marry you?

You looked up at him when he stood, peering through your eyelashes nervously. You liked Yoongi, he made it hard not to like him. 

“Just lay down here, come on.” He coaxed. Yoongi wet his lips, his eyes fixed on you. He wanted you. Wanted more than kissing and holding you, he was getting bored of it. He wanted you to lay back for him, let his hands roam your body, peel back your clothing, and trace every soft inch of your skin. 

Your will tetters and grows tighter as you lay back for him, finally snapping when he gives you one last reassuring smile. You try to relax, ignore the faint stain of lamb blood under you. “Exciting, right?” He asked and you nodded, your stomach swirled with excitement for him and anxiety for the room surrounding you. You wanted him, you had never felt such an urge for someone before in your life. Guys never looked at you before, and when you joined Father’s word it was far from everyone’s mind here. But Yoongi had been trying, peeling away every reserved and anxious layer on your body. He poked and prodded, his interest was never a secret.

He got close and kissed your cheek rather than your lips again. Then your jaw, just under your ear, then your neck. The way he moved, feverish but restrained, his breath hot and lips tracing your neck. He would stop and peck, and bite. It felt like he was trying to get to your throat, bite it open to listen to your secrets and hushed words spill out. Everything goes blurry when you experience him, you aren’t sure why or how. You wanted him, but here? Your eyes scan the room again. A sacred place like this, laying on the same table the pierced lamb on. Yoongi wanted it to be here, were you his lamb now? 

You unbutton your blouse for him, growing meek under his hard stare. His hands are cold as they run up your ribs, stopping just at your breast. 

Yoongi's breath hitched in excitement. How long had it been since he’d been with someone? A few months maybe. While you, he knew, had never been with anyone. He wouldn't admit aloud that that was what attracted him to you. The meek, reserved vibe you gave off. He liked women like that, he liked walking the fields and searching for his next. 

He loved it. Watching you shrink under him, turn away, try to cover yourself up in embarrassment under his hungry eye. The noises you made, noises you likely hadn’t made before. Your legs around him, pulling him closer. His hips pressed against yours, how eager you are, how you would look back at him. 

“Thank me for picking you. Come on say it again, thank me.” His breath hitched hearing your voice. So perfect for him at this moment.

“Thank you” you managed to get out between breathy moans. Your arms around him, tight and desperate to hold on. His face pressed into the crook of your neck. Teeth sinking into your skin, soft violent marks left in his wake. 

Was it poetic in some odd way to be taken on an altar of sacrifice? You’re head lulled back, your throat exposed for him to press hot kisses to and nip at. You looked up at the ceiling. The same stained panes of glass circled above you. The faint spears of moonlight leak in. The candles burned out as the seconds passed. 

“My sweet lamb.” He hissed, “So perfect for me.” His body dropped closer to yours. His mouth latched to your shoulder sucking marks onto it. “You’ve been waiting for me to come, right?” His fingertips press into your hips, kneading the soft flesh, nails pricking your skin. 

Was that all you were? An animal, standing alone in a clearing waiting for its mother to return. Fawns do that. A young doe placed among flowers to wait for her mother, or anyone really to return for it. Placid and waiting, like now. Waiting for him, or someone else? Your mother, when was the last you had seen her? Talked to her, was she waiting still? Did she know about you, what you were up to? Had she left or had someone taken you, you couldn’t tell anymore. Your memories were blurry. How have you found your way here again?

What had you thought when you first met the recruiters? You couldn’t remember. And when you were sentenced to the farm, slaving away for the lamb. Was that better than your old life at home? What had been your old life anyway? And him; what of him? When he walked the fields until finding you. You looked at him, and you knew he wasn’t the one you were waiting on. But everything was cold, and warmth was warmth. Had you been left there, but by who? God? Fathers God, or God himself? What had he done to find you; why had you sat patiently waiting.

“Sweet thing, little lamb” Yoongi’s breathless, eyes clouded as he looked down at you. Your chest rising and falling, your breath still trying to find you again. He gets off of you, but you take a second to lay there to soak up the feeling. Yoongi, how good he had felt, yet how much anxiety weighed your stomach. You could feel him on you, sticky against your inner thighs. Dripping from you, onto the altar. Thick and sticky, you would have to scrub the table off once more tonight. 

Yoongi finishes fixing himself up and moves back to you. Standing over you, eyes piercing your being once again. He twirls a piece of your hair gently between his fingers. “Sweet thing” he grinned, more to himself than you. “Finish up here, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You feel him tilt your head towards him. His lips pressed against yours one last time. You watch him go, and the stark silence of the room rings in your ears.

What fear a man like him, and those around him brings upon those like you. A woman like you and the unfortunate circumstances thrust upon you in early childhood. You didn’t want him to look at you anymore, and he could see it. In your eyes, he keeps looking. Eyes so dark, yet bright. You can see them, even through the thick darkness of the room. He was there when you spilled your first blood, and now your second. Standing, looking. No good, no evil, he was simply him; man, being, animal, serpent- whatever he was and would continue to be well after you.

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[megukins]

Naughty Mischief

𓆩♡𓆪 Katsuki x satan's daughter!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre: smut

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n: I wrote this trash a while ago so I'm sorry if it's bad. Also you guys are like 18-19 here and you participate in it too so your bf won't be the only one.

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: You tease the fuck out of you boyfriend during NNN to see how long he can last before he cracks.

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings: smut, dubcon, mentions of cum, dry humping, marking, masochism, rough sex, public sex

𓆩♡𓆪 words: 1.9k

You knew what you were doing was tormenting him. Which is why you got a kick out of it. You told your boyfriend about the challenge No Nut November where you go a whole month without cumming or masturbating.

You knew it was a lunch break right now, so it was your chance to send a bold message. You run to the bathroom, pull your shirt down a little to show some cleavage and stick your fingers in your mouth back and forth, sending a "I wish this was your fat cock instead." 😩 You shake with anticipation to await the hot head's reaction. Five minutes passed and still no response.

"The fuck is he doing, taking a shit?" You mumble.

You tap your foot impatient, finally receiving a response after around 10 minutes, which read "Wtf, you didn't even give a warning! Two can play at that game"

You roll your eyes which was typical of him since he's so competitive.

You've been sending your boyfriend daring messages all of yesterday through today, knowing the impact it had on him. He avoided making eye contact with you as it would only make it worse. His friends were worried about him trying to ask him what's up.

"What's the matter, Bakugo? I've noticed you've been avoiding Y/N. Did you two get into a fight or something?" Kirishima asks, Kaminari standing over his desk too to see what's up.

"It's none of your fucking business!" He scowled.

"Typical reaction from him..." Kaminari mumbles.

Mr. Aizawa walks into the class with his usual expression and monotonous tone.

"All right, everyone settle down. We'll be having a training course today, so get your hero gear on."

Everyone rushes to get changed.

You take this time to tease him again, which was perfect. Your outfit was quite revealing, almost more revealing than Momo's since your quirk is demonic powers and you're the daughter of satan.

It didn't help the situation at all. All the boys were staring at you, a few either having nose bleeds or blushing red. You always wore a cloak over your hero costume so they had no idea what you truly looked like underneath. The costume accentuates your curves.

"Whoa, I had no idea Y/N was that sexy without her cloak on." Mineta practically drools.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing wearing something revealing like that!?"

He wraps his arms around you to cover your exposed flesh.

"It's part of my hero costume, Katsu. Is that a problem?"

"Hell yeah it's a problem! Take it off!"

"Mm, what happens if I don't?" You place a finger on your chin.

"Then I'll fucking take it off myself!"

"And let everyone see me naked? I thought only you could see me exposed."

"Enough you two." Aizawa speaks up, you two break apart.

He then explains how today would go and what to expect from you all. Everyone had to split up in pairs. It's 5 groups because the number is uneven, Todoroki, and Momo, Deku, Mineta and Uraraka, Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari, Tokoyami, and Shoji, You and Bakugo, Iida, Tooru, and Ojiro, Tsuyu, Jiro, and Mina, and Sato, Aoyama, and Koda.

You two wander off in the woods somewhere, afraid you're lost.

"Uhh, Katsu? Are we lost? We probably should've stayed close by." You say, receiving no answer.

He shoves you up against a tree, pinning your wrists.

"Now we're alone. Listen here you little shit, I'm tired of your bullshit! It's driving me insane!"

He grips your wrists harder.

"Katsuki stop gripping my wrists so hard! The little messages you gave me made me on edge as well!" You confess, biting your lip hard trying your hardest not to look at his muscular figure.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to ya!" He grabs your chin. "This is all your fucking fault. I've had to endure so many hard ons and couldn't relieve myself because of this damn challenge." He spat.

"You don't have to do it if it's too much for you~" You tease.

You narrow your eyes towards his crotch seeing that he has a boner right now. He cups your left asscheek hard, eliciting a moan from you.

"I should punish you for not covering up, letting them see you like this. That damn nerd got a nosebleed and I saw Icyhot staring too. Shit, even Shitty hair had a nosebleed. I bet you enjoyed the attention being on you." He starts.

His large hand cups your other cheek, activating his quirk. You push your head into his chest to muffle your moans. He lifts your head up, pulling on your tail.

"If I were to just pull on your tail-"

"KATSUUU NOT THE TAIL!" You squeal, beating on his chest.

"So that is one of your weak spots." He gives his signature shit eating grin.

He rubs it up and down slowly.

"S-seriously, stop! What if someone catches us!"

"Then I wouldn't give a fuck. The poor fucker would just have a nice show." He says bluntly.

He continues pulling on it, enjoying the face your making.

"Ka-tsu-ki stoppp..."

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll make you cum right now so you can lose this stupid challenge. Be ashame if that were to happen. I mean, it is only the sixth day." You say hoping it works.

"I'm not losing that fucking fast, if anything you are!" He retorts.

"How so?"

"Your sex drive is higher than mine! Your fucking horny every single time you look at me!"

"That's so not true at all!" You fold your arms.

"Oh yeah? Then look at me right now. Go ahead, prove me wrong which you can't, you never can."

He puts his hands on his hips waiting impatiently.

"Uhh I can't because um-"

"Because you proved my point! Every time I'm near Shitty hair and the others you tug on my arm so we can go into the bathroom to either make out or so I can eat you out!"

"What about when you want me to blow you hm?"

"It occurs every once in a while! With you, you always expect me to eat you out which ends up messy then they wanna know what the fuck I was doing all this time." He finally finishes.

"It's not my fault you're so damn fine."

You don't dare look him in the eyes knowing it would boost his already huge ego even more.

"That so?" He smirks, cupping your chin forcing you to make eye contact with him.

Your eyes shut tight not wanting to succumb to him.

"Fine you win! Asshole." You mumble the last part.

"Of course I did. I always win no matter what." He flaunts.

"Give me your hand right quick."

He raises his brow but doesn't question and complied anyway. You make him grab your breasts, tweaking your nipples and start to grind against his crotch, moaning.

"Fuck!" He nearly chokes, letting go of your nipples.

"What's the matter, my 'big' explosive king?" You say in a tone trying to sound innocent yet seductive.

"If you wanna make me cum, you gotta try harder than that, babygirl~"

He pins you against a tree again. He bites your neck hard to leave noticeable hickeys so they know you belong to him and only him. He discards his costume, yours following soon after.

"Katsuki..."

You look at him with lust in your eyes, licking your lips. He smashes his lips against yours, the kiss starting out passionate but soon getting sloppier and spicer. You ruffle your hands through his spiky locks, your tongues doing the salsa.

"I can't handle this shit anymore."

He bends you over, slamming his cock slowly into your asshole while pulling onto your tail. You hiss at the new feeling but then gets used to it.

"Wait Katsu, w-we're doing this right now?" You bite your lip trying not to moan.

"You need to learn your fucking lesson. The only way I can do that is by fucking you since your so horny all the time." He explains, speeding up his thrusts.

He flips you around to face him, placing his hands on your shoulders and rams his fat balls inside your pussy.

"A-ahhh~ do it harder..." You practically drool as your masochist natures starts to kick in.

"Tch, fucking masochist."

"Well you're fucking this masochist." You say back smoothly.

He ignores you, adding more force into his ramming. He rams into you at a more animalistic way, your ass, thighs, and boobs jiggling uncontrollably. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head as you felt like you were in heaven.

"Fuckk me faster daddy~" You say desperately, knowing that got him for sure.

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into you if you fucking call me that again."

He rams faster, sweat dripping all down his face and arms. Your tongue hangs out, you end up moaning his name louder and louder for everyone to hear. You felt he was close, as he tries his hardest to hold it in, but ends up failing and pulls out of you quickly, his cum dripping over your tummy. The sight was too much for you to bare, as you cum right after him, both of you all sweaty and panting hard.

"Looks like we both lost." You chuckle.

"I'll win next year for sure!"

"Good luck with that... Let's hurry and put our clothes back on before someone sees us." You rush to put them on, admiring his nude body.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He says, eventually putting his clothes back on.

"I could say the same thing to you earlier." You roll your eyes.

"Damn I probably should've nutted on your ass instead." He cups both cheeks again, squeezing them roughly.

"Leave my ass alone!" You squeal while puffing up your cheeks.

You two were the last ones to return back to the location Aizawa requested.

"What took you guys so long?" He folds his arms, tapping his finger on his arm.

"We got lost and almost got ambushed!" You blurt out.

"Is that why you were screaming earlier?" Bakugo asks, smirking.

"Yes, it was." You glare at him.

"As long as you guys are back then everything is okay." Deku sighs in relief.

"It's not like anything could happen as long as Bakugo is with her." Iida says, relieved nothing happened to you two.

"What exactly were you two doing?" Tsuyu asks, curious.

"N-nothing at all!" You immediately get flustered at the memory.

"Judging by the stuttering I'd say it was something naughty." Mina smirks, nudging your arm.

You walk up to Bakugo whispering something that would get him riled up.

"Next year I'll go above and beyond, this was just childs play." You whisper to him, seeing how it's still November but it's no point since you both lost on the sixth day.

"Then I'll make sure to have you cum the first day!" He says confidently, everyone staring at him weirdly.

You hide your face in your arms from embarrassment.

"I feel like living under a rock for the rest of my life..." You groan trying to erase the embarrassing vibe you're feeling off.

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[thatanimewriter]

THIS, IS A WORK OF ART.

➳ request: Hello, can I request some headcanons for Free! boys' reaction when they see their s/o wearing revealing clothes? Soft or suggestive it's up to you. Thank you for doing my request 💘

➳ character/s: nanase haruka, tachibana makoto, ryugazaki rei, hazuki nagisa, matsuoka rin

➳ warnings: swearing, suggestiveness, dumb tiktok references

➳ notes: i decided to tell this through stupid tiktok audios and then jump into what they actually do. this is fluff, crack, and suggestive so beware for chaos. this post will expose my tiktok fyp..

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

── 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐊𝐀.  

‘what on earth, is going on... in the house of commons?’

he probably came back from, like

a swimming practice

n he’s tired

he doesn’t have the mental capacity to comprehend this

and just... stares

like

you’ve genuinely broken him

but when he does return to earth

he puts his team japan swimming jacket over your shoulders

and continues to stare at you before asking you to just come to bed with him

with a small pout on his lips

and you can’t say no

so this outfit remains for his eyes only

though idk how much sleeping you’ll be getting tbh

── 𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐎.  

‘i am calm... i am relaxed... i am a happy tree... YOU ARE MAKING IT VERY HARD TO BE A HAPPY TREE >:((’

he’s trying just to keep it together

and you’re making it difficult

for him not to freak out

and ask you - very panicked - if you plan on going out like that

he’s not gonna stop you if you were

but he’s concerned for creepers on the street

and he doesn’t want you feeling uncomfortable ;v;

he’s very much worried for your safety because he doesn’t trust others

you are indeed making it hard for him to be a happy tree

because you’ll send him into a spiral of anxiety

he can’t deny you look absolutely fucking amazing

so he does give you a lil extra attention

just a lil bit

to convince you to stay with him and the cats in the neighbourhood

── 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐈.  

‘it can get weirder. i just washed my hands, that’s why they’re wet... no other reason.’

THIS BITCH WAS READING SMUT

he looks between you and the book over and over again with a bright red blush

covers his face with said book

and is conflicted about whether he try to cover his crotch

or not draw attention to it

when you do point it out

S T U T T E R I N G

he cannot explain it to you coherently

if he does

it sounds so sketchy

and entirely unbelievable

because he failed to keep anything undercover

so here you are, wrapped in blankets he draped over you

lookin like a gremlin

── 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐒𝐀.  

‘on a scale of one to ten, my friend, you’re fucked :))’

he will 100% join you

playing dress up is his JAM

he comes back wearing a crop top and mini skirt

some thigh high socks (you don’t know where he found those-)

and takes his phone out to take photos with you

then he pushes you away to the bedroom-

to cuddle you to keep you from going out looking too good for the people

get your mind out of the gutter

but if you do want to go out somewhere like that

he’ll come with

just so he can say

‘they’re staring at US, babe’

what an icon

he would never let you do anything on your own

── 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍.  

‘MOMMY DON’T KNOW DADDY’S GETTING HOT-’

the most sexual one

you’re not walking the next day

the FATTEST smirk you’ve ever seen

and a very husky murmur in your ear

plus some roaming hands

‘where do you think you’re goin?’

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

you’re done for

sorry not sorry

your neighbours hate you

he will ask you to wear it again

especially after you guys get a thorough session in

because he can see all the hickeys and marks along your skin

and this bitch is PROUD

what an attractive asshole

[natasha-in-space]

Hi! I noticed that your requests were open and I really love your writings! I was wondering if possible could you do a Jumin and Saeran x reader (separately) Soulmate AU if you can? It’s fine if not but if you do thank you! And I hope you have a good day/night!

So, funny story: this was supposed to be done by the start of this week! Turns out I love the concept of soulmates way more than I originally thought, so I hope you don't mind this being pretty long ':D

Jumin

Soulmate concept: You have a mark of the first letter of your soulmate’s name on your wrist.

Jumin never liked looking at the small single-letter mark that was forever etched onto the underside of his wrist. It's not that it looked weird or unpleasant to him, quite the opposite actually. It was almost frustrating just how perfectly it fit in there, no matter how hard he would try to ignore it. No, the reason why he would always cover his wrists up with long-sleeved business suits was that he absolutely refused to accept the idea of a soulmate. At least, in a traditional sense that his father would explain it to him.

And how could he not? With the way his father would latch onto anybody whose name began with that cursed letter that was embedded onto his wrist, the idea of doing the same was borderline sickening to Jumin. In some ironic sense, by trying to find your soulmate so desperately, you would lose all sense of authenticity in your relationships. It was all about finding that so-called 'the one'.

Why would he care about that? He had Jihyun: his childhood friend of many years with whom he shared countless of precious memories to reminisce about. His memory was so precise, he could write an entire book about their friendship if put his mind to it. He had Rika, before tragically losing her along with everyone else in the RFA. If there really was such a thing as a soulmate, he thought Rika was the closest thing he ever got to it. Her name did not begin with the same letter as the one that could be seen on his wrist... But, he foolishly hoped that her real name would surprise him. Rika was the first woman in his lifetime who saw the tangled mess of threads that he had so meticulously hidden away in the deepest parts of his conscience. She saw it. And, she accepted it.

Of course, Rika was happily engaged to another. His precious best friend, nonetheless. The last thing Jumin would do is ruin the happiness of those few he holds dear. He's not his father. Besides, he has Elizabeth the 3rd. She's all the company he needs at the end of a particularly stressful day. She never judges him, and she would never go somewhere he couldn't find her.

He was fine with his current life.

By the time you came into the picture like a hurricane, Jumin was certain he would go through his entire life without worrying about that mark ever again. Surely it was just a coincidence that your name began with the very same letter as his mark. And, of course, your lovely personality and good heart were the only reasons behind his growing attachment to you the longer you two talked through your first days in their organization. What else could it be? You were a thoughtful and compassionate person. That's all there is to it.

Oh, how mortified he was when he first saw your uncovered wrist with the visible 'J' etched onto it.

You were asleep at the time, looking way too adorable for your own good as you curled into your blankets like Elizabeth the 3rd would often do as well. He didn't mean to look. Truth is, he had no idea what pushed him to gently take hold of your hand and gaze upon your wrist.

There were a lot of things he couldn't understand. And you were in the center of it all. He wanted to understand you. He wanted to understand the strange and captivating effects your every action would have on his conscience. And... most of all, he wanted to understand his own heart.

Maybe it's because, much like Rika once did, you saw the tangled threads of his heart: weaved together so tightly, it was practically impossible to discern where each thread would begin, and where it would end. He stopped trying to untangle them a long time ago. But, you were different from Rika. Ever since you met him face-to-face, you started trying to untangle those threads of his. With every kind word of yours, with every caring touch and patient gaze, you would gently detangle each tiny knot one by one. And, what shook him most of all is that...

It didn't hurt.

Was it really you helping him figure out his own detached heart, or were you just motivating him to search for those answers on his own? Jumin didn't know. All he did know at this very moment, as he stared at that single letter visible on the soft skin of your wrist, is that he felt strangely... hopeful. Just because both of your names fitted the letters of your soulmate marks didn't mean anything... It could be a mere coincidence. And yet, he couldn't logic his way out of this. Not anymore.

"Jumin...?"

He almost jumped as you suddenly opened your eyes and looked up at him with a groggy look crossing over your features. Damn it. He shouldn't have disturbed your sleep like that.

"I apologize." He swiftly let go of your wrist, absent-mindedly rubbing his fingers together without even thinking about it. "I didn't mean to wake you."

You let out a small sleepy groan, slowly sitting up in bed as you let your blanket clumsily fall from your shoulder. He tried his hardest to ignore the unfamiliar warmth in his cheeks as he took in your slightly disheveled appearance and drowsy eyes.

He wanted to touch your hair... Was it soft? It looked soft. Even when it was all messy like that.

"What were you looking at?" You asked, shifting your attention to your wrist. Some part of him wanted to change the subject, but no words came out. When was the last time he found himself so frozen on the spot? You momentarily met his gaze, a sense of understanding flashing through your eyes. Ah, so clever, as always. "Oh... Was it this?"

You caressed your soulmate's mark with the tip of your thumb, a thoughtful hum emitting from your throat. For some reason, this one simple action made his breath get caught in his throat. Before he could even think about it, Jumin reached out with his own hand, gently taking hold of your wrist again. You didn't seem to mind, just raising your eyes back up at his face as he crouched down in front of the guest bed. He let out a breath. "Yes. I just..."

He trailed off, not really knowing what he wanted to say. He decided to change the subject instead.

"...Do you believe in it?"

"In what? Soulmates?" You asked, sounding a bit puzzled as you tilted your head to the side. He drummed his fingertips against your wrist, finding this action to be oddly comforting.

"Yes."

A moment of silence passed, one that felt way longer than it actually was. Finally, you shrugged. "I don't deny it... But, It's not like finding a soulmate is all that matters in life. I'd like to believe that I will find my soulmate, whoever it is, once the time is right. Until then, I will focus on flourishing in my own way."

The smile you gave him made his chest fill up with ticklish warmth. You were truly such an admirable person. He couldn't help but be so very enamored by you. You shone so brightly, both on your own and with other people around you. Your heart was open to the world, but it was strong enough to sustain you independently. You didn't need anyone to be fulfilled, but you knew the importance of meaningful connections, and you cherished every single one of them. In Jumin's eyes, you were perfectly imperfect in that way.

"Do you believe in soulmates, Jumin?" You brought him back from his thoughts with your question, one of your hands now lightly pressing atop of his. Almost like you were testing the waters. He let it stay there.

Still, your question made him suck in a breath and look away, despite his every cell practically screaming at him to keep on looking into your eyes. "...I don't know. I never understood why everyone around me was so obsessed with finding their soulmate. My father would jump at every person whose name would begin with that cursed letter, no matter what it meant for me or anyone in the company. I think... love should be voluntary, not forced on you by some invisible force."

He could see you nodding out of the corner of his eyes. And then, he felt your thumb gently caressing the palm of his hand, this single touch making him shiver. God, what were you doing to him...?

"You have a very good point... But, I don't think a soulmate bond means that you will instantly be head over heels towards each other." You mumbled. Your words made him pause as he mulled over your point of view. Eventually, he turned back to look at you, feeling more comfortable discussing this touchy subject. He wanted to hear your thoughts. Talking to you was always so insightful and comfortable. Another thing he appreciated about you.

"Then... What do you think it means?"

You hummed. "I think... It just means that this person is your perfect match. But, this doesn't mean that just meeting them is all there is to it. You still have to learn and grow together... work on loving and understanding each other one step at a time. Does this even make sense?"

Another long pause followed as he let your words sink in for a moment.

"What if... I was your soulmate?"

Saeran

Soulmate concept: When one soulmate feels pain, the other does too

Your soulmate had to be the saddest person on this entire Earth.

It started out from such an early age, you were sure your parents were deeply concerned for you at the time. For as long as you could remember yourself, you felt it. Your soulmate would get hurt almost every day, and you had no choice but to adapt to it. At first, you were confused, upset, frustrated. And, who could blame you? You were just a kid. You couldn't possibly comprehend what you were feeling or why. You just knew it was bad, and you didn't like it.

At first, you were angry.

While your parents explained to you the concept of soulmates in the simplest way they could to someone so terribly young, you still found it so very unfair. Nobody around you seemed to struggle as much as you did. Maybe one of your playmates would suddenly start crying over an uncomfortable burning in their knee, or a stomachache, but... for you, it was very different. You felt uncomfortable and sickly almost every day. And, you had no choice but to adapt to it, whether you wanted to or not. All you could find solace in was the comforting touch of your parents as they would share a worried look, while you would curl up on their lap, whimpering about feeling so hungry and thirsty, but not actually wanting to eat or drink yourself, because it wasn't your hunger or thirst you were experiencing.

With age, came understanding.

As you grew up, you learned about how the soulmate bond would work in a more complex way than what you thought of it before. You understood that your soulmate was hurting. That they were probably very sad. And unable to do anything to change that. Your anger was replaced by sympathy. How could it be that your soulmate was growing up like this? How can that be fair? Or unchanging for so many years? You found yourself being very careful about getting hurt as you grew up. Your soulmate was already in so much pain... You didn't want them to suffer any more than they already did.

And then, came acceptance.

As years passed by, you learned a certain pattern of sorts. You learn to work around it. You learned to expect it. Your soulmate would get hurt every other week it seemed, although you couldn't really figure out if someone was hitting them, or they just were very unlucky in terms of coordination. In your teen years, something new came. You hated when something new would happen. You couldn't really figure out what it was. It was dizzying and confusing, almost like having a very mild migraine of sorts, but very far from it all the same. You would feel your head get all foggy, your throat tingling like you accidentally swallowed something very hot and spicy, and your stomach would feel achy and uncomfortable for the entirety of that day. You didn't like when that happened. But, it was something new you had to get used to now.

Just when would they finally stop hurting...?

Soulmates would share their pain with each other. It's something that was supposed to bring comfort and solace to those suffering from it. Knowing that, no matter how hard it would get, they were never truly alone. That sentimental concept, however, would shatter completely once you start thinking about other things than just mundane types of pain a perfectly healthy human being would deal with. You knew you were not alone in your predicament. Lots of people shared the similarities of your situation. But... it didn't make it any easier. Of course, you would never be able to feel the direct pain your soulmate was going through. It was just an... uncomfortable dulled out reflection of it.

When your soulmate would get hit, you would feel a sharp jolt in that same area, making you stumble a bit. Sometimes, it would even knock the air out of you, particularly whenever your soulmate would get hit in the chest. Every few months, your scalp would itch uncomfortably, making you huff and curse as you tried to ignore the irritating burning feeling the best you could. It reminded you of that one time you accidentally used too much bleach on your hair in an unfortunate hairstyling accident. You wondered why it reminded you so much of it. Surely your soulmate wouldn't fry their hair off every single time they wanted to dye their hair, right?

With how observant you've grown over the years, it didn't take you long to realize that Ray was, in fact, your soulmate. Actually, you figured it out on the third day of your stay in this place. It was obvious. Your head would ache annoyingly at the same time as him mentioning a migraine, and your fingertips would itch as you saw him nervously biting at his gloved fingers when he thought you weren't looking. That, topped over with the way you felt naturally drawn to him, made it fairly clear what was really going on here. Still, you decided not to bring it up with him.

Not yet, at least.

You cared for Ray, both because of him being your soulmate and because of your genuine affection towards him. Your affection, however, never clouded your logic. You knew that he was hiding something from you, that there was more to this place than he let on. And... you weren't sure how he would react if he found out about your soulmate bond to each other. He seemed rather attached to you... Sometimes, it was sweet and lovely. But, sometimes, it would make your heart ache as you wondered... just what did he have to go through to think so lowly of himself? To grow so desperate for companionship?

Desperation would often lead to rash decisions. Which is exactly why you were being patient. You would tell him, eventually. You just needed him to trust you more, and you wanted to grow to know him on a deeper level. You wouldn't leave his side, of that you were certain.

But... things didn't quite... went according to plan.

Yesterday, you accidentally tripped over the carpet and hit the edge of the bed with your hip quite badly. You wouldn't be surprised to see a huge purple bruise on that very same spot, to be completely honest. Surely, Ray felt that. You felt a bit bad for causing him this discomfort. This is exactly why you were being extra cheerful to him on your walk through the garden today, trying to conceal the way you would occasionally limp once you put your foot in the wrong way. It wasn't painful or anything... but, it was uncomfortable. Sadly, Ray didn't seem to buy it. Or, at least, judging by the worried look in his piercing mint eyes.

He suddenly stopped walking, just staring you down, a whole mix of conflicting emotions swirling in his gaze, making it hard for you to distinguish what is it that he was feeling at this moment. It made you a bit nervous, quite frankly. But, you tried not to make your soft smile falter. "Is something wrong?"

"You're hiding something from me."

You blinked, a bit taken aback by just how blunt he came off. He didn't sound angry or suspicious per se... You couldn't really figure out what he was thinking. You haven't seen Ray like this before. Or, at least... without him trying to hide it. You let out a breath before giving him your reply, picking your words carefully as you did. "What do you mean?"

You could see him pursing his lips, his fingers twitching as he mulled over his thoughts. He seemed a bit frustrated. Like he didn't really know what he wanted to say. It definitely made him look a bit paranoid, and you couldn't blame him. "I just... Please, you must tell me if there's something on your mind. You must. You trust me, right?"

...Did he not know the reason behind his suspicions himself?

"Of course I trust you... Ray, is something bothering you?" You tried a softer approach, hoping to get to the source of this.

He darted his eyes around the garden, not really focusing on anything in particular. Yeah, he was definitely feeling nervous. "I don't... You didn't answer my question. You're not hiding anything from me, are you?"

It seems like both of you were just going in circles. But, what else could you say? You were starting to feel a bit confused yourself. What was this about, exactly?

"Not that I know of... Say, how about we talk about this back in my room? Maybe we'll figure something out. I don't like seeing you so nervous."

You didn't mention the fact that there would be fewer ears listening in on your conversation in there. Either way, he seemed to consider your suggestion before nodding and offering you his glowed hand, which you quickly took.

"...Yes, that sounds wonderful. Thank you, Y/N." He gave you a small but genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat for a moment. He looked so pretty when he smiled...

But, as your thoughts drifted somewhere far away, centered only around Ray's delicate facial features, you completely forgot about your hip. One clumsy step and you instinctively winced, quickly placing your foot into a different position. This, however, made Ray freeze again, his hold on your hand tightening. You didn't know whether it was due to him automatically trying to hold onto you in case you would trip, or... Well, the other option concerning that special bond of yours.

"...Are you hurt?"

This time, it was your turn to avert your gaze. You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. "Ah, it's... it's nothing. Just a bruise."

"A bruise?"

Oh, God, he sounded rather... intense. You didn't know how to respond to that. You felt him take a step closer, your breath getting caught up in your throat as he did. "Where is it?"

...Should you tell him? That didn't sound like a question, more like a demand. You hesitated, unsure whether or not you should just make up some excuse. Was this really the right time to reveal that you were, in fact, his soulmate? You didn't know. You weren't ready for this turn of events at all.

"I, uh... It's nothing. I just tripped over the carpet yesterday. It's not serious, I'm just a bit sore." That was vague enough, but truthful nonetheless. You hoped your answer would suffice. Judging by the deeply troubled look on Ray's face, your hopes wouldn't be met.

Geez, he was acting like you broke your leg or something!

"Let me see." His grip on your hand tightened again as he took yet another step closer, bringing your bodies together in a way that was definitely beyond just colleagues or friends hanging out. You gulped. Again, he didn't sound angry, but... firm. A side of him you were not used to whatsoever. Still, strangely enough, it made your cheeks burn. Especially when you remembered where this bruise was exactly.

"N-no..." You shook your head, averting your gaze from him nervously. Well, there's no winning this. You'll just have to come clean. You certainly did not want Ray to get even more paranoid than he already was. "It's... It's on my hip, alright? So, it'll be... a bit embarrassing to show you, if you know what I mean."

A choked gasp was all you heard, his fingers quivering where they grasped onto your hand. Did he figure it out? You were too anxious to ask.

"Your... Your hip? You said you... you got this bruise yesterday?" He muttered, sounding both nervous and hopeful at the same time. He gently nudged you a bit closer, tilting his head to presumably take a look at your eyes. "Please... Please look at me, okay, Y/N? This is... This is important."

Of course it was important. You swallowed, feeling your heart picking up the pace as you did turn to meet his gaze. Honestly, it made your knees feel weak with just how many emotions he was looking at you. He looked like he was about to cry or laugh, or faint, and you were not sure which one of these options he would take.

You decided to just be upfront about it now. "...Did you feel it?"

His eyes widened, another strangled breath falling from his lips as he began to tremble, overwhelmed with so many different emotions. You didn't have to spell it out to him. It was obvious. This time, it was your turn to hold onto him. You had no idea what would happen after you utter those words... But, you knew there was no way around it. You were meant to meet one another. You were determined to see it through, no matter what secrets this boy kept hidden in his heart.

"You're my soulmate, Ray."

[viilpstick]

Choose your fighter

No but fr this was way too funny to me bc I realized somehow all of these are my oc x canon and I'm wondering if u think they apply to urs bc if so that's gonna be so funny to me

RAMBLE ALLERT!! I AM BORED. AND YOU GAVE ME SMTH TO DO. RAMBLE AHEAD.

1- Forehead kiss: Viuna

Vil would take his hands place carefully on Yuuna’s forehead and with that give her a kiss in her forehead with his lips curled into a smile, and she doesn’t discourage any bit, she places her hand on his waiting for more than just one kiss. May he forehead be covered in lipstick! She will be willingly to do this sacrifice… But, Yuuna would reattribute whenever he is sat down somewhere not too public, she would stay in her tip toes and “muaw!” his forehead. If he is busy, she will wait on his side; until he turns to her and ask if she needs anything. In my head forehead kisses are a way to display a sweet and somewhat elegant affection <3

2- Neck kiss: Malline & Felcy

Neck kisses are like your face fitting into the person’s neck. You start to smell the intoxicating scent and then place a soft kiss.

When Adeline does it, it means she had a long day. And all that can make her feel better is placing her head in Malleus’ neck, and then her lips curl up into a tiny smile and then: kisses all over his neck marked down by her lipgloss. Of course, the prince won’t let her go until he give her the same treatment, the kisses may trail off to her shoulder, but because she is too damn perfect. Is nothing perverted. Is just a display of lipstick and lipgloss art in your partner’s neck!

For Lacy and Fellow, is more like during a cuddle session. Something that happens when he wake up after a short nap, but, uh-oh! Lacy still not awake. What is he supposed to do? Wait, he found the solution! Why not plant thousands of kisses in her neck until she feels tingly and wake up. Yep, seems about right. He may occasionally bite if she still don’t wake up, but meh. He also does it when she is cooking and he hugs Lacy from behind. Lacy does reattribute? Of course she does. With a devious smile and everything, she does it when they are cuddling on the couch awake. Is sweet in general.

3- Hand kiss; Maizul & Adriano

For wrist kisses is something close to a prank… Wait, let me explain. To take other’s wrist and brought it up to your lips you must make it not seem clear what your first intentions are, maybe you pretend on going to a hand shake and then, a kiss is placed in their hand. How sweet.

Azul would do it quite often with the princess. Every time she leaves work, he can’t forget to knowledge Maizie for her hard work, after all, so he comes up to her and pull her for a hand shake. What the mermaid didn’t expected was her partner to pull up her hand so gently and kiss it and then kiss her knuckles. He could do it a million times, she still would feel dizzy. How or when she does it? Well, a princess like her was taught manners. So, when they go on a date, she kisses his hand immediately, and then she pulls his arm so Azul can get closer for a lips kiss. Young love, hm?

Although, Adriano does not have a canon partner yet. The gentleman is a charmer. He would do it, whenever he gets the chance to hold hands with them. He pulls their hand awhile walking with fingers intertwined and kisses the soft skin of his partner, only to turn to them with a grin and a lovefool look and tease his own partner as if not completely head over heels.

4- The knife thing; Floyce <- Of course

Well, maybe is not an actual knife in the room with us. But the tension has the sound of a clear cut. The tension hangs in the air with a thin rope, to worsen things… Is impossible to not stare at each other’s lips.

Floyd teases, annoys, make Grace’s life ACTUAL hell. But, when she gets mad and confronts him, some switch turns up on him and out of nowhere in the worse moment, in the middle of the silence and staring at each other’s eyes… He gets dizzy at how pretty she is. Of course he has noticed before, but those moments where he can only hear her breath; something changes. Floyd stares at her, as if he just lost his words… Well, not quite, he is more unsure how to deal with the urge to pin her down and kiss her. And his eyes don’t let him hide that. Whoever, when is Grace in his position is a little more hard to know if she wants or not. She doesn’t stare at his lips, she looks to his eyes, Floyd’s eyes. As if encouraging him to have the actual guts to kiss her even when mad. She needs him to do so. And you quite don’t know how, but he does ends up pinning her against a wall and kissing her. The urge needed it’s relief…

feel free to reblog it and give ur interpretation of your oc x canon mah <33 I would love to read it. Sorry, ik its long :,)

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Year of Whump: Dusty Attic

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

Altair and Elze’ith are called in to investigate some strange noises in a local’s attic.

Contains: Monster hunting (but no killing!), minor injury, mild hypothermia, magical exhaustion

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“You said you were hearing some strange noises up here?”

The man— an older fellow by the name of Russel— nodded. “Yeah. No one’s been up here in ages, but towards the end of fall I started hearing things. There’s a strange chill over the house, too, even when I have a fire in the hearth. Could never find anything whenever I checked, but it’s unsettling. Makes it hard to sleep at night.”

Altair surveyed the dark, cluttered attic. Nothing immediately struck him as out of place, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. “We’ll take a look.”

Russell nodded. “Thank you, lads. I’ll get some tea going while you work; it can get mighty cold up here. Let me know if you find anything.”

He disappeared down the small ladder, leaving Altair and Elze’ith alone.

Altair gave a small grin. “What are the odds that it’s just a raccoon or something that was looking for somewhere to spend the winter?”

“Fairly high,” Elze’ith replied lightly.  “But it could be something else. We should be careful.”

“Of course, love.”

They split up to cover different sides of the room. Most of the things in the attic obviously haven’t been moved in ages, and Altair wasn’t about to go rummaging through a stranger’s belongings. But he still gently pushed some crates and chairs aside, looking for tracks in the dust or other signs of life. In his peripheral vision, he was aware of Elze’ith cradling a magical light in his hand and shining it in the corners of the cluttered space, trying to see what he could find.

At first, it seemed there wasn’t anything to find. No tracks, no remnants of fur or other things left behind, no trace of a creature in the attic. But then Altair heard a startled yelp from Elze’ith. When Altair whirled around, he saw Elze’ith kneeling in front of the brick chimney, cradling his hand to his chest. 

Altair rushed over to him. There were deep scratch marks in Elze’ith’s hand that were giving off an ethereal blue smoke. Next to the chimney, tucked away in a dark corner, was a small, semi-transparent spirit, appearing to be something between a cat and a fox. It was phasing in and out of visibility, seeming to flicker between being half-stuck in the chimney and being fully exposed on the floor in front of them. Altair��s approach caused it to bare two rows of teeth in a weak threat display.

“It’s just scared,” Elze’ith said softly, already making the scratches on his hand close up with a wince. “I think it’s stuck here.”

“Wonder why Russell never found it.”

“It might just be too weak to hide anymore.” His hand healed, Elze’ith tentatively reached for the spirit again. It snapped its jaws at him, and he pulled back. “From what I know about spirits, I think this one might be related to fire elementals. Not enough to have its own fire, but in the sense that it needs heat to live. That would explain why it’s gravitated towards the chimney, and why it’s so weak. The winter is too cold for it.”

Elze’ith’s words made Altair smile; he always loved hearing his partner talk about the various things he had learned through his years of life. But still… “Heat, huh.” He sent magic into his hands, making them radiate warmth like a campfire. He cautiously reached out for the spirit, trying to convey his nonaggressive intent. The spirit eyes him warily, but when it sensed the magic and warmth Altair was giving off, it leapt into his arms.

The spirit was freezing. It seemed to draw all of the heat out of his body and into its own. The sudden shift in energy caused him to sit down hard where he was crouching as he attempted to comfortably get his arms around it. Tiny claws dug into his arms for purchase, causing pinpricks of pain that made Altair hiss. It soon settled, its head tucked against Altair’s chest, Altair’s arms under it like he was cradling a child.

Elze’ith looked at him, gaze soft. “I wish I could see you like this more.”

Altair huffed a fond laugh. “There aren’t that many opportunities. Maybe once we’re across the sea.”

“Yeah.”

The more time went on, the more the spirit’s shaking and shuddering faded as it regained its grasp on its physical form. A chill had settled into Altair’s bones as the spirit claimed almost all of the heat and magic he could put out, but he just let it take what it needed. After a minute a deep rumble started as the spirit began to purr. Eventually, though, the glow the spirit emitted began to brighten, and the spirit vanished gently into the ether.

A wave of dizziness immediately washed over Altair. He swayed where he sat, blinking as the room spun. He was suddenly exhausted, and so cold. Elze’ith immediately noticed his unsteadiness and put a solid hand on his shoulder.

“It’s gone home now,” he murmured. “You did well.”

“Yeah,” Altair replied, voice soft. “That— that took more out of me than I was expecting.”

Elze’ith’s other hand came up to cradle Altair’s face. Altair instinctively leaned into the warmth of his hand. “You’re freezing, love. We need to get you warmed up. Let’s go downstairs, get some of that tea Russel was making, okay?”

“Yeah. That sounds nice.”

Elze’ith stood, pulling Altair up with him. With how drained he was, Altair just let Elze’ith guide him to his feet. He leaned on Elze’ith as they made their way downstairs, where the promise of warm drinks and good company was waiting for them.

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 53 // Girls Day Out // Day Off

Contents (Warnings): How bad can a girls day be? (vore mentions, angst, vore attempt, slight teasing, some action, and as always character/monster info).

Wordcount: 4800+ (Sorry it took a while!)

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Day 42 (Ending of the Halloween Party)

We only got a little explanation as to what happened. Someone started a fight inside the mansion. When most of our group got a hold of Alexander, he refused to give details. He simply told us not to worry and to make our way home, much like Viola and the two others helping her did to the rest of the crowd. 

Elliot and June walked me to my car. It mainly was June sticking onto me and Elliot steering our direction. 

Not that I felt I had to say anything, "I hope you two drive home safe too."

June giggled and tapped on his face, "Elliots driving! I don't have my glasses. I can't drive without them."

Oh, right. Tristan explained he only sees energy without them. It works the same with June too. 

I told them to both have a goodnight and drove off. I wish I had more time. I finally felt safe with protection. As I drove home, I made a mental check mark, another reason the morning crew seemed the way to go besides Beatrice being there.

I got home a little after one in the morning. I texted Wenna about her costume and texted Drake to thank him for the invite. I didn't do much besides be... my throat forged a grumble out of frustration. 

The thoughts at least forced me to recheck all the windows and locks on the doors. Everything's on lockdown, I thought. I made it back into my room and slipped into the shower. The touch of the cold water jolted my body. It wasn't ice cold but not warm either. It was hard, especially now, to feel anything warm and wet, even without the gooiness. 

I pushed my thoughts to the end of the party. What happened? Alexander seems involved, along with Wenna and Drake. They weren't around after it. If something happened with Drake, I'd expect Alexander to be pissed. That's his best friend.

I scrubbed thoroughly and let the wild theories scurry into my mind. I let them. I wanted a distraction.

After another ten minutes, I left the shower, got dressed, and looked back at my texts. None of them replied except Drake with a simple thumbs-up emoji. 

What are you doing out this late anyway, Wicks? I asked. Why couldn't he tell me if he's dating someone and out with them? 

I wasn't mad at him for needing time alone if that was the case, but it'd still hurt if he lied to me instead.

I sat back on my bed and sat cross-legged. I wish I was different. Would that be better? I didn't know what I'd do as a monster. My family would freak out if I told them magic and monsters are real. I can't imagine if I was one...they'd shun me. I bounced a few times back and forth and then yelled out. 

"ARGH!!" I threw myself back on the bed and covered my face. This is why I didn't want to stay home. I wanted to... I let my hands fall. "Distract myself." And I chose to go out somewhere dangerous. What am I thinking? It turned out fine, but what if it didn't? Then what? We were all rushed out after. Would I have gone home with them? 

I took a deep breath, "the bets, the days, focus on the days. It'll be over soon." I said. The empty room reflected my sentence back. I can't play the "oblivious game" with Alexander, he'd get pissed, and Lev would offer to give me "demonstrations."

I clutched my damp hair. "Do I keep trying to engage with them? What about the girls' day? It's Wednesday?"

I tossed Lev and Alexander out of my mind. "OKAY, Drake, Zilla, and Claudia. Those are the three I should talk to. Zilla might be WILLING to have a conversation with me, Claudia would be a valuable asset, but she seems all over the place..." I groaned.

"And then there's Drake. He's probably the most trustworthy out of the night crew..." Or at least he isn't out to get me. 

I closed my eyes in an attempt to sleep, though the party plague. I tried to keep a silly train going and joke about the fun I'd coming Saturday. Charletta, Wicks, and I would be back under the same roof. I could already hear the yells and trouble we'd get into. It brought me an ounce of comfort, but I couldn't quite sleep until Wicks got home. 

...

Day 44 (Nov. 2nd, Wednesday)

"HEY!" Wicks pushed me back into my room right as I was leaving it. "No, no, no, you are not wearing that, Lentils."

"What-" I tried to protest as he got behind me and pushed me forward to my closest. "I'm looking good!"

"YEAH RIGHT." Wicks said with a playful tone, "every bit of that looks good on it's own NOT together." He pointed to the closet, "now try to pick an outfit and I'll tell you yes or no."

He walked across the way to my bed and sat back on it. I had just made it, so I squinted at him for ruining it.

I looked in the mirror beside my closet. I liked my, "duck this" shirt and skirt with parachute pants combo. Plus I wore my favorite red boots.

"I want to keep my duck this shirt!" I declared pulling at the fabric to show him.

He had both of his hands on the edge of the bed. His lips wiggled with a smile. He did a fake eye roll, "ugh, fine.~"

"Thank you, Liege." I replied as I searched through my clothes. "So what else do I need to change?"

Wicks laughed, "Lentils, just find some jeans and white or black tennis shoes."

"That sounds plain."

"Better than looking like a clown, we got..." he lifted up his hand to count.

"Three days including today left." I lifted up my pink polka dot jeans.

"LENTILS, MOM TOLD YOU TO THROW THOSE AWAY!"

I hugged the jeans to my chest, "I love them, they're so pretty!"

Wicks came home Tuesday afternoon and slept pretty much the whole day. Over these past two weeks, he's been lively and that was no exception today. However, there was still something there, something I had yet to understand.

...

Zilla

She adjusted her black leather jacket before she sat down. She released a big sigh after. I should have got breakfast before I got here. Her eyes skimmed over those who joined the girls' day and the other monsters sitting in the waiting room. She smiled. There are so many lovely smells. 

Her violet beams soon traced over the redhead briefly. She took note of how she sat. Her body was slightly hunched with a closed-off reserve. She pulled back at the thought. 

So many other choices. Monsters are better. Zilla said it like a reminder, way more filling than puny humans. 

She fidgeted with her white mini-dress and the black leggings underneath. The six of them waited for their baths to be ready. Viola picked a Spa, "Relax and Sit Back." Above was the human portion of the spa, while underground, where they were, harbored the spa for monsters. It was still decorated much like above with white interior walls and granite floors to slide across. They were some of the first people here along with the others in the area so the staff were finishing up a few final touches down the halls.

"I should have gotten breakfast," Zill expressed to the group. 

Lynette flinched as expected.

Zilla continued, "You don't have to worry your sweet little head. We're not like Wendie or Lev." The staffed called back those in the waiting room. They all got out of their seats, none of the monsters were out of their cases yet. They strode down the hall to the far left, passing the elevator they used to get down. 

"They aren't very nice to you, are they?" Viola asked Lynette.

She grumbled instead of giving a complete response. 

"Yeah, Zilla's right. I only eat humans on SUPER rare occasions. I don't want to spoil myself too much." Claudia said with a cheery grin, "and your safe from Viola..." she started to chuckle pointing to Tila, "and your WAAAY too big for itty bitty, teeny tiny fairy pants." 

Tila shot her a glare. "You used an unnecessary amount of descriptors. I'm not that small." 

Your species was the smallest I'd ever seen on Yexodele. 

Claudia taunted her, "you're less than a foot tall! Ten inches at most!" She patted her head and tried to mess up her hair. Tila grabbed at her hand and they started to argue further. Tila's voice raising into more of an embarrassed and fluster shrill as it went on.

It brought a smile to Zilla's face, though her ears picked up the conversation next to her. It made her switch to it.

"Speaking of feeling peckish." Beatrice hummed, finally getting off her phone. "How about you let me eat you for the rest of this spa day, honey?" She lulled over Lynette like a vulture.

Like she'd say yes. 

Lynette teetered away. Zilla could see Beatrice's pink rose colored hue get it's bristles ready to prick her. Why should I be surprised? You've got yourself another monster bullying you. 

"I'd rather enjoy the day," Lynette replied as they entered the giant bathing room.

The floors were a smoothed crème rock with high walls and waterfalls sputtering over the tops of those walls. They led below to massive pools of clear crystal water. There were several divots of pools varying of different sizes with thick paths along the middle to allow them to walk between the levels of depth.

On either side, left or right there were hanging racks for clothing and staff on standby to help monsters with specific needs either with the water, or lack of swimming capabilities. Zilla eyed the one in back that looked the deepest with a few rock structures coming out of the middle for secure holds.

Zilla pointed out, "that pool looks big enough for all of us." She hadn't been able to really go out to places and stretch out often. "this is going to be great, Viola~." 

Zilla smiled as the others were taking off their clothes in approval. Zilla started to pull of her jacket and heard her phone ring. She pulled it from her jacket pocket.

"The bother" it said with a picture of Zane's face. Zilla moved back to the door from which they came, she put her back to the wall next to it and answered.

His voice boomed with joy before she even said a word, "ZILLA! How is my lovely sister doing!!"

She ran her hand through her barely tamed grayish-white hair, "what is it?" Her voice held nothing air.

"Heeeeey," Zane's petulant pout was audible. "I just wanted to know how your girl trip is going and who you're with?"

"The girls at work, I told you." She heard June's excited tone in the background saying 'HI!' to Zilla. They are probably at the end of their lunch.

"Right!" The curiosity of a Cheshire cat purred in his next question, "did Lynette go too?" Zilla held her answer. He sang sweetly, "Zilla~."

She nodded and looked over her group, "she's with us, yes."

A soft, amused snicker came out, "it's like she doesn't learn, does she?"

"Viola's here."

"And what if Viola leaves? Claudia wouldn't watch her, Tila could easily get distracted by another species she's never seen before, and Beatrice doesn't care for her safety," Zane said.

Zilla shut her eyes. If I was in her position. I would have left the pizzeria on day one. 

"I know not every monster would pursue her and you know not all of them will ignore her..." She heard her brother whisper, "I surely wouldn't."

...

Lynette

HOW- I felt heavily abashed. Everyone stripped without a second thought. I get why they want us to get clean before a massage, then we'll have the sauna after, but this is so...

"What's the matter, Lynette?" Viola asked.

I glanced back at the her form that stood over me, confidently. My eye level wasn't much higher than her chest. I turned away.

"Can I do it in my clothes?" I muttered.

Claudia popped up in front of me, "aw, come on! You don't wanna swim in soggy clothes!" 

I faced upward. How are they all okay with this?

Luckily, a staff member approached me and offered me a swimming suit to change into. After a little bit of uncomfortableness changing in the open, and I followed Viola to the furthest and largest pool.

She held her hand out to me, "you can swim right?"

I nodded, "I wouldn't want to go in if I couldn't." I met her hand. She pulled me into the water with her. The swim in the warm water to the top, felt a little frantic but I burst through with a gasp. I immediately did a backstroke away from the giant Zilla that laid across the water with her tail, clung to one of the rock pillars at the center.

While Claudia and Tila remained in their human cases, they looked to be "chatting" with further mockery, mostly from Claudia.

I pulled back, not too far from them on another rock. Where's Viola? I questioned. I partially put my arms on it in case I had to pull myself off. It was then when I sniffed at my skin and the flowery scent really hit me.

"Does it have soap in it?" That really didn't burn my eyes coming out.

I caught the studious, mint-green haired girls attention, "genarosi." She released Claudia's head which she had been holding under the water.

"Genarosi?"

Claudia continued to lay face down in the water, not moving. She slowly drifted away. Is she okay? I reached out toward her. Tila's response steered me away from her.

"A specific plant that feeds off bad bacteria such as Staphylococcus epidermidis as well as germs and dirt." She lowered her head in the water, let the water go into her eyes, then she popped back up, "it affects you the same as water, unless you are allergic to the plant. Which you'd know upon entering the water." 

That's pretty cool...and it would have been terrible if I was allergic. I heard a sweet melody from above me.

"I wonder what Lev's doing right now."

I peered up, Beatrice sat on the flat top like platform of the rock, in her monster form. Her wings continued to flutter off some of the water.

I sheepishly grinned, "that's one person I don't want to ever think about."

She rolled her eyes and looked off toward a few other patrons, "he is rude, but..." she smiled, "he's powerful, and I'd love to see that Drakin form.~" Her voice muttered quietly, "I wish he grabbed me again after my insult at the party."

Tila came in, "I'm also curious about Lev's drakin species. His mannerisms and closeness remind me of the Tazmakin, but I've seen his scales once." She shook her head, "red is such an unusual color."

"He is strange!" Claudia said splashing Tila. She Splashed back.

Beatrice sighed longingly, "he might be more willing to talk about it if I gave him an offering." Her eyes fell on me. I pushed from the rock. 

"No thanks," I said. 

"Persumptious of you," Beatrice said. "Like you'd be good enough for him." 

Please explain that to him, Beatrice. Get him to EAT real food. Or energy-charged food.

I felt too intimidated to say that aloud to her, especially with the look she gave me.

I faced Tila who was pushing Claudia's head under the depths again.

I inquired anyway, "Drakin? Like Dragon?"

Tila nodded letting Claudia up. Claudia laughed as she resurfaced.

"The humans call them dragons, yes. Most of our species possess different names compared to what humans gave us. Some monsters told to humans what to call them when some of the first monsters ended up here. And some of the names were given to us." She pressed on her chest. "Escora is what my species is called, but we are in closer relations to the species humans call fairies, so we took up that name. There are plenty of name differences from our world to yours."

"So, do all of you have different species names?"

"And real names, yes," Tila replied. "Translation errors, plus any sort of dead giveaways, are what we try to avoid."

Oh. "You're not using your real names?" That makes sense; excluding Zilla, everyone has basic names. 

Tila shook her head, "we've-" a wave knocked her off balance. It threw me back into the rock and the creature exploded up from the water. It's grayish blue tentacles sprang out from the back of its head. At least that's what I assumed, not that I stuck around to stare at the being at least twenty feet tall.

I scrambled to escape it, but one of its thick tentacles wrapped around me. 

"Hey, hey, it's me, Lynette!"

Viola's sweet, softness touched my ear. She brought me up to face her and her pale, near transparent beauty and not too much at the spiked, rugged exterior below her torso.

I had felt dizzy by the sudden whip up, so I need to catch my breath.

"It's okay, see!" She spoke so close to me that I was able to see the rows of teeth inside her mouth. And it was like her smile mocked me.

It might have been a combination of the sudden spook, the fact she held me so close, and the whiplash, but all I could do is weakly smile before I passed out.

...

Beatrice

Her hue narrowed heavily on Lynette once they got her out of the water. Everyone was finishing with their soak anyway. She flew across the water and landed gracefully on the drier land near the clothing rack. 

Viola had activated her human case again and tried to comfort Lynette. 

She's so sure of herself, isn't she? What kind of human thinks they're better than a monster? Her lip raised in a snarl. You think you're so much better and more capable, huh? 

She saw the row of individuals that were there for their massages. She noticed the male, in particular, speaking to Lynette and Tila. 

She brought her fingernails up and whispered over them. Beatrice knew waiting for it to grow back would be annoying, but she figured it'd be worth it now.

"As soon as you get the human alone, she's all yours." Her voice intertwined with her black pinky claw. She passed the guy who leaned over Lynette and pricked him in his back. The stab wasn't hard enough to notice, similar to a mosquito. She pulled back her finger quickly before the others saw. The male simply scratched his back, and then her smile widened. 

She could feel his mind, and a soft snicker left her lips. Lynette, I tried to be nice and give you such a gracious honor. Let's see how you feel about this. 

...

Lynette

It tickled at first, hurt in a bad way, and then started to hurt in a good way. I never got a massage beside the ones we tried to do to each other as kids mimicking walking on someones back. It took a little for the guy who pressed on my back to be gentle enough not to break it.

Their timer went off after an hour. I saw Tila get up from the bed next to me. I went to get up, but the male with orangish blue hair doing my back spoke out.

“Let me get out this last knot.” 

I tried not to linger on Tila as she finally got a towel around her. I remained down and agreed.

Tila and her masseuse left the room, going to the sauna. I felt his hands pull away. 

I went to get up, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw his skin tear. I scrambled off the table and my palms failed to hold my body. My face collided with the ground. It stung, specifically my nose and forehead as the rest of my body collided sideways onto the hard, cold floor.

I heard one of his palms slam onto the table. I threw myself up, to see the giant being hunched over the space. Tila and I were in the smaller space given our size. He was definitely similar to a fish, like a mix between a goliath tigerfish and catfish with a humanoid body.

I got to my feet and aimed for the thick, delicately designed wooden door. He shifted the table behind me and right before I reached the knob, his hand came around my left shoulder and torso. His other then went to my hips and waist on my right side. His slimy, cold and wet webbed fingers tightly gripped my body.

My left arm was pinned, and my right flailed as he picked me up.

"HELP!" My voice sounded more pitiful than anything when it left my throat. I could barely yell. 

I tried to push his fingers apart. His hands wouldn't budge.

The being lifted me up and opened his mouth over me. I saw his giant teeth go over my head as its tongue pressed at the back of my hair. 

It closed its mouth and placed its teeth down on my neck with enough pressure to make sure I didn't move my head.

Meanwhile, its tongue pushed and prodded underneath my head and around the sides of my face. I kept my eyes and mouth closed. Afraid to make any rash movements in fear, not that I thought it would matter.

He removed the pressure, to take in more to swallow.

I threw up my free hand to get to his lips and push them away. But instead, I grabbed something else that moved by it.

“AH-URCK!” His throat whined.

His suddenly let go. I didn't and fell out of his jaw. His body went forward with it, and I dropped what I held once I touched the ground. I cracked my eyes open scrubbing the saliva off. Then, darted for the door and crashed into it.

I threw it open, and saw he held his whisker. His face scrunched up and what followed was a loud growl. It threw itself forward and I slipped out.

I darted in the direction of people on my right, down the hall of many doors. I recognized the two, one by their bombastic jumps, and the other by her, long crazed hair.

I called out in panic, “CLAUDIA, ZILLA!"

They both turned around and watched me. I tripped over myself to get to them. I didn’t even feel comfortable calling their names. They have no reason to protect me.

I felt the being encroach, his dense slaps got closer.

Zilla tipped her head toward Claudia, I couldn't hear what she said. She then dropped her towel and ran at me with a grin. What followed Zilla's action was Claudia dropping her towel too. I didn't care why at this point.

I saw a hand whirl up from Claudia. It sprang at me and wrapped around my upper torso before the monster touched me. 

Zilla's form broke as I passed her. 

“Whoa,” Claudia threw herself back with me. We narrowly avoided the giant tail that whipped out into the wall. “I always forget Zilla’s SO big!” 

“Th-thank-you.” I said between breaths. 

Claudia smiled with innocence, “Zilla’s idea. She’s been waiting for an excuse to eat one of the employees here.” She giggled as she started to walk off with me, “we were trying to brainstorm an idea before you came along.” 

"Still, thank you..." I wiggled a little in her noodle arms-like grip, the fishy slime still covering parts of my face and hair. “Claudia, do you mind cleaning me off and putting me down.”

“Right!” She did so and dropped me. I gained my footing after stumbling a bit, “you tend to attract a lot of monsters, hmm? You should work on being less tasty.”

“That’s not that kind of stuff I want to hear after…he might have killed me.”

Claudia shook her head as she turned back to watch what happened with Zilla. I refused to look and simply listened to their scramble.

"Unlikely. At least right away, most monsters' bodies would want to recharge with you first." She looked at me with an unbothered expression, "if they wanted to, it’d be at least a couple of hours before any monster would start digesting you.” 

I held my stomach. I could feel my breakfast fighting to come up. Yet Lev and Alexander act like it's no big deal.

That thought made me think about the two. I've stayed in them for hours. Especially Alexander- I know he told me it takes concentration to digest something, but what if-

The fear started to solidify all over. 

She held her hands up, “at least that’s how it works with my body. Tiny Tila would know a lot more than me in that regard.”

I stepped back into the wall near the corner, "doesn't that bother any of you?"

"We need to eat," Claudia said. "I doubt any of them would kill you. Why would someone want to eat a human just to kill them? Unless they have some vendetta against them and need the energy." She nodded along with her statement, "other than that, especially in your case, it'd be a waste."

I swallowed back my urge to throw up. You eat food. Not people. 

"You've got a knack for getting into trouble," Zilla said, moving beside us. "It all worked out, so thanks."

My body jittered when she said that. Why do you not- My heartbeat felt heavy, like it sunk with my panic and worry. I wanted to drop down and curl into a ball. My legs were already together, and my arms were wrapped around me. 

It was then I realized she was standing next to us. STANDING.

I exclaimed to her, "DID YOU CRUSH HIM!?" I disregarded her naked body and the two towels she held. I faced her and took a step closer.

Zilla's eyes widened like she hated that I said that then her violet eyes fell back to their calmness.

She chuckled and looked away, her sharp nail traced her abdomen, "I have a seal that allows me to size-shift those eat." She started to walk around us after that. She waited for us to follow before she continued. "I can't really move around the pizzeria in my actual form. Much like me, a lot of monsters do this." She pressed at her abdomen, which held s slightly noticeable.

She passed her other towel to Claudia. They both got covered up.

I never really thought about that. They'd be too big, and I think Alexander's mentioned it before. 

My attention fell on a worker coming down the hall accompanied by two others that looked like security.

"Zilla, looks like you're in trouble!~" Claudia chirped as she walked around the corner, ushering me. When I didn't come immediately, she got my wrist.

Zilla groaned, "save me a seat."

Claudia strung me along. I want to go home and play beast crossing. That's a nice, harmless game. Wicks brought me new consoles, as he said he would, so games were back in business.  

We stopped outside the giant box. It could fit at least 100 people. 

Upon opening it up, a gust of steam washed over my face. I stumbled back; it reminded me of Lev. They were partially the reason I didn't like taking warm or hot showers anymore. 

Her extra limb came out again; it pushed me forward. "Let's go."

I didn't have a choice and moved in with the others. We were the only ones inside. 

"Where's Zilla?" Viola asked, sitting with her legs spread open. Clearly unashamed. 

"A few workers caught up to her after another monster tried to eat Lynette," Claudia said as she plopped down next to Viola on the far side. I went down on the other. "Zilla was happy. The staff, not so much."

Tila called out at me and pointed, "I was just with you. What did you say to him?"

"Nothing!" I exclaimed, "it's not like I asked him to attack me. He just snapped."

"No one would attack you without reason, honey," Beatrice said from a few seats on the bench away. She gave me the side-eye.

"Beatrice, don't be mean." Viola sighed as she patted my shoulder, "I'm glad you're alright." She looked over at me with worried eyes. "I never have this much trouble with Elise."

"Elise? Isn't that the partner you mentioned- she's human?"

Viola smiled, "right, you haven't met her yet. I've told her a bit about you. Having another human friend who knows about monsters would be nice for her." A small laugh left the muscular woman's mouth, "not that she doesn't have enough already being a giver, but one more wouldn't hurt, specifically for you."

A giver?! I still couldn't wrap my head around being okay with that. Not that my situation was too different. I don't purposefully give myself to monsters though!

"Claudia, Beatrice, you've both eaten Lynette, right? What do you think?" Tila asked before I could speak.

“Lynette?” Claudia peered over Viola at me and smiled, “she’s a weirdly funny human.” 

Tila shook her head, “isn’t she abnormal?”

I muttered, “weird..."

Claudia nodded, “yeah, you are weird; you're hanging out with the monster club.”

Tila shouted out with a little more vigor. "CLAUDIA, ENERGY-WISE." She exhaled with annoyance. “I have a theory about Lynette based on her knack for trouble." She put her hands together on her crossed legs. She sat on the top most bench. "Lynette might be a Jenkai...though my knowledge about them is surface level at best."

“Jenkai?” I had never heard that term before.

Beatrice perked up and laughed, “A Jenkai is supposed to be the highest quality delicacy with energy that makes monsters stronger. I wouldn’t consider her that highly.”

I flinched and hung my head down. Highest what? Why is it all food related?! 

“It’s a thought. Jenkai’s are rumored to be a human with more energy than normal. And it’d make sense since Lynette denied prior involvement with magic, and as far as we know, Jenkai's suddenly possess their special energy and don't keep it forever. So it would explain how she's avoided everything until this point.”

I scooted further off the bench and smiled with hope, "wait, are you saying if I am, I'll be cured sooner or later?" I said it like a disease. 

Tila shrugged, "from the little information I possess, yes. You'll most likely be a normal human after."

That means I won't have to deal with stuff like this anymore? And Alexander might want to eat me less. 

Claudia nodded enthusiastically, “sounds interesting," she then scratched her head, "how does a Jenkai happen, is it done to them?”

Tila puckered her lips like she ate something she found dissatisfying, “that’s the mystery of the fairytale...” She sighed, “We discussed it amongst my clan before, but the information was scarce. It's like most monsters have a brief idea on the subject and nothing else.” 

Viola held up a hand. Everyone fell silent, "hey, everyone," she ran her eyes over them all. "Before we go on with this, I want all of us to promise now, this won't be mentioned outside of this room." Her soft gaze fell onto me, "we don't want Lynette to be in even more danger."

You say that, Viola... I then looked at both Claudia and Beatrice. Yet why did we have to say this around the two I trust the least with anything about me.

...

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Starry Bandages and Gunshot Wounds

Cesar likes to think he’s doing a good job adjusting with the whole “dying and turning into an alternate” thing. But patching up after an encounter with the MCPD drags him down a rabbit hole he’s all too familiar with.

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CW for Gunshot wounds, blood, mentions of injury

Cesar doesn’t know why Mark still puts up with him.

He can see him out of the corner of his eye. Mark is squinting in concentration, gently holding one of Cesar’s hands, carefully bandaging it up with their dwindling supplies. There was a small pile of bullets on the kitchen table that had grown steadily over the past several minutes, each stained with blood, courtesy of the lovely folks over at the Mandela County Police Department. Someone must have spotted Cesar minding his own business while in the woods, and since being an alternate more or less meant you were an enemy of the county, that apparently meant you were shot on sight. Regardless of whether or not you actually hurt anyone. Guilty by association, that's his best guess, anyway

He wished he could have explained everything, anything, but as far as anyone knew, the real Cesar Torres died years ago in his kitchen, laying in a pool of blood with the knife still in his hand. It wasn’t like that God or fate or luck or whatever was pulling the strings here had decided to give people second chances was common knowledge. But not as a human of course, that would be far too generous, but as the very thing that had taken his life.

The cops had managed to hit him once, twice (which was stupid in his opinion, he and Mark would still be alive if these things could be hurt with guns or knives or whatever). A third had grazed his shoulder as he fell to his knees, trying to find somewhere to hide. He could hear bullets fly by, hitting rocks and trees. (It was almost comical how they continued to fire even after he was out of the line of sight). He had to bite down on his lip, feeling a burning sensation in one of his shoulders. Stupid alternate body, why did feeling pain have to be part of it? He was bracing himself for yet another bullet, but the burning pain never came. Cesar mustered up the courage to open his eyes, only to be greeted with a gray hoodie he could recognize anywhere. Mark.

The other boy had his back to him, arms outstretched and shielding him from the officers’ guns. He could feel the anger rolling off of him in waves, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. He could still peer around Mark, and could see that his glare alone enough was enough to intimidate some of the cops. There were a few moments of hesitation, and Mark took full advantage to pick up Cesar and take off running deeper into the woods, not stopping until they made it back to their shared home.

And that’s how they wound up here, in a dimly lit kitchen with Mark covered in gauze off his own, patching Cesar’s wounds to the best of his own ability with what they had, at 1 in the morning with a pile of bloody bullets between them. And it's that incredibly rare moment of calm that lets Cesar really look at Mark. At his messy hair and patched up hoodie that Cesar wholeheartedly believes is practically a second skin, and then at Mark’s mouth, or at the lack of one. At the pale and old scars intersecting with the more fresh and vibrant ones. Cesar doesn’t know who decided it would be funny to take his mouth away, but he will beat them into a pulp as soon as he figures out. Or maybe the universe just likes making Mark Heathcliff suffer.

An excited hum from Mark caught his attention, and he could see the other boy hold Cesar’s arms in front of him. They were also covered in bandages, but Cesar could see there were little drawings and doodles decorating them. It was strange to think that little stars and flowers and hearts were protecting open wounds, but it was something sort of a tradition. Mark had insisted on it every time Cesar got hurt ever since they were little. It was magic to him then, how Mark made pain from skinned knees and scraped elbows vanish with just a sharpie. His eyes began to sting.

He could hear more hums, these ones far more frantic. Mark was gently squeezing his hands, eyes scanning to see if there were any more injuries that he had missed. The other boy was tapping a code on his hand, another relic from when they were younger. ‘What hurts?’ Cesar tried to compose himself the best he could. “I’m ok Mark. I’m ok. It’s just the dust.” All he had to do was look at the other boy to see that he wasn’t buying it at all. His eyes were narrowed slightly, and Cesar could practically see the disapproving frown. He could always see right through him.

‘Not your fault.’ Cesar was about to protest. Surely there was something he could have done that night. He should have saved his mom, he should have tried to fight it off. But he did nothing, he was too much of a coward to do nothing, and now Mark was pulling bullets out of someone that had his killer’s face. ‘Not your fault.’ But if Mark Heathcliff was anything, it was strong, and it always was something Cesar had admired about him. So leave it to him to always be able to pull Cesar out of the hole his mind seemed determined to trap him in. ‘Not your fault.’

Cesar held him as best he could, minding both of their injuries, and buried his face into Mark’s hoodie. It was almost funny how even now, after everything they’ve been through, he still smelled like laundry detergent. Mark hugged him just as tight, and Cesar sighed, feeling the tension and stress leave his body. Does he make Mark feel safe too? He hopes so.

He could feel Mark letting go, if only slightly to tap a message on his back.

‘Love you.’ Cesar genuinely smiles for the first time that night, burying his face deeper.

“Love you too Marker. Love you too.”

[cravingbro]

Friday Stroll

siblings oneshot au : 2,5k words — hurt-comfort, travelling, gallery date, city walk, quality time, quarter life crisis, public argument, harsh words, suicidal.

“I feel so useless,” he suddenly shouted as he stood up from the sofa. He looked desperate and unfortunately that was not the first time. So I asked, “What makes you think of that?”

“I achieve nothing in this age. Maybe they were right, I— uh …,” he stopped mid-sentence to look at a glimpse of his phone. I followed his eyes, then I saw a notification. There were red mark, so I assume that was his trigger.

“A failure?“ Another question came out of my mouth. He sighed and nodded. Had our mother were there, she would have confirmed his thought and told him to try harder, as if what he had done all these time was not worth to be appreciated. But I am not our mother. So, I came closer to embrace him and put my head on his shoulder. He automatically leaned his head on mine, then stroked my hair. We did this a lot. The hug, I mean. It has been a common thing for us and it never ceases to amaze me how comfortable it is to be hugged and to hug my brother, nonetheless what situation we were in.

“What’s so wrong in being a failure anyway? Are you becoming a parasite?” I whispered, asking another question since I had no idea what to do. “At some point, I will,” he answered.

“But you’re not,” I replied. He chuckled as he shook his head. "You see ... I always admire your optimism, but the world maybe different with what you really think," he uttered. I hummed without stating anything else, then he continued, "I wish I could live in the world you planted inside here." He knocked my forehead slowly before giving me a soft peck.

"What is it this time? Another no from company?" Finally I got the gut to directly ask and he nodded right away. "I don't know how long should I do this. If mom finds out—"

"She won't," I cut his words as I arose from his shoulder. "Let's go somewhere to heal first," I continued along with a wide smile, but he did not respond. Instead, he looked far behind me with empty eyes.

"Jaehyun," I called. He shook his head slowly and whispered, "Nope."

"Why not?" I raised my voice as I stood up. Then I pulled both of my brother's wrist to force him stand, but he did not move an inch.

"Going out means spending money. I can't spend anymore money if I'm not getting any job soon," he stated, made me froze instantly and mumbled, "Ouch."

"Money is our problem ... okay ... then how about free trip?" I threw a random idea, hoped his face would light up even just a bit. But he just gave a fade smile and shook his head.

"Oh, fuck! Why is your life sounds so hard to bear?!" I curse-yelled while stomping my feet on the floor. "You, my brother, you do not deserve this stupid sadness!" I continued, brutally pointed at his face.

"How is it stupid—"

"Whoever rejects you is stupid. You're the most hardworking brother I've ever known," I declared in such a loud voice. He covered his face with both of his hands then replied, "Of course, I am your only brother."

I was tongue-tight for a few seconds. But then I argued, "Well, your life is not just about getting a job, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Be a good brother and drive me anywhere I want," I insisted. He took a deep breath as he spoke, "Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm being dead serious," I replied with a exagerrated-sharp look. He looked away for a few seconds and sighed.

"Okay, what's your plan?" He finally opened up to my idea. So I sat back and explained, "First, I want gelato! Then, we'll go to this gallery— wait, don't give me that look! This is free entry! I believe it'll take forever and the sun will set when we're in the gallery. So, in the evening ... we'll have street food marathon!"

He was quiet as I proposed my idea using my phone as the media. I showed posts from social media and he silently scroll down, zooming in and out, and read every caption carefully.

"Okay, if it's under—"

"Shut up. It's on me," I grabbed his lips with my thumb and index. "I'd like to celebrate your failure as a human-being," I added.

"Fuck!" he shouted. Before he reached me, I ran as fast as I can and changed my clothes. It took me approximately ten minutes to prepare, while my brother obviously did much faster than me. He turned the motorcycle on and I was shocked as soon as I arrived at the garage. I thought we would ride a car just like we usually did.

"We're on sudden budget trip," he said then pointed on my outfit. "I don't like you wearing mini skirt and crop tee as well. Change 'em quick," he demanded. I sighed as I walked back to my room.

When I got back, he pulled me closer, stroked my hair before put the helmet on me, then whispered, "Why would nobody wants to date someone as pretty as you?"

"Not this outdated pick up line again," I protested. He chuckled even when I flicked a finger on his forehead. Not long after that, we left our home.

"Hold tight," he shouted. I held his waist tight as he requested and he raced the street in rage. I guessed he somehow released his tension on our way to the gelato shop because when we arrived I could see satisfaction was already painted on his smile.

"Five minutes, I just break another record," stated my brother while he took off his helmet and shook his head. "Seems like you risk our life before. That was too fast and dangerous," I replied, pointing at the crowded street which he ignored. "If you hate how I ride, you should've do your own trip. Why bother taking me with you?" he yelled as he rolled his eyes. I sighed immediately since I started to feel that his desperation kicked in me as well.

"Why do you want to risk your life so bad everytime anything bad happened?" I asked.

"Why do I need to survive in a world that doesn't need me?" he replied my question with another question. Because of that, I rolled my eyes and hissed aggresively. I could not believe that he chose to argue with his own sister in a parking area.

"Then why do you have to do that in front of me? Every single time ... I've watch you desire death. Sometimes you say it out loud, sometimes it's just the things you did. You're so reckless and stupid—"

"Precisely, that's why I'm a failure—"

"But you're the only person I truly trust in this world," I raised my voice, causing some people secretly glared at us. They must be thinking that we were fighting as a couple. "Or am I the crazy one?" I added, after a while. He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes.

Later he grabbed my palms and locked my fingers with his, then whispered, "I'm sorry." Without a doubt, I put my forehead on his shoulder and sobbed, "You see ... I want to help. But I can't do anything. Everytime you go downhill, I can't even comfort you. It's like everything your sister did, doesn't matter to you. I'm so sad. I'd like to join you ... I don't know ... at least crying with you? But you kept saying it's not my business to worry. Why do you have to be alone all the time?"

"I don't want to drag you in my misery," he whispered as he put my palms on his pocket.

"But you look so lonely," I argued.

"But then I'll be fine. It's just temporary. You know that. You know me best—"

"No." I disaggreed. I kept repeating that word while shaking my head. Then I moved backward just to look into my brother's face and uttered, "You keep getting worse, honestly. It was just minor fistbumps on the floor, but now racing on the street. The way you channel your emotion ... I'm such a bitch if I said I'm not worry."

"That much?" he asked, followed by my nod. "You worry that much?" he repeated. I nodded once again.

"If I eat gelato and smile in front of you, will you stop worry?" he asked. My jaw dropped immediately, so I covered my mouth. He blinked several times, waiting for my respond.

"I still can't do anything to help you," I mumbled then laughed. "I'm sorry," he whispered another apology.

"Should I die with you?"

"Why would you even think of that?"

"I don't want to live in a world without you. But it seems like you find no joy in living anymore," I answered. My brother suddenly stood up and grabbed my wrist, then he brought me to the gelato shop without saying anything else. He even ordered a big cup lf gelato with three different flavors.

"Jaehyun ...," I called as soon as we sat down. Yet he avoided my eyes and ate his gelato in silence. I decided to quietly enjoy my gelato since I did not want to corner him even more. However, even without saying anything else, I could see that he was going to break. His tears were almost falling, so I touched his index and pinched it.

"If we're done eating, let's stroll around. The gallery is two kilometers away and the weather is nice," I stated.

"Alright." He smiled and quickly nodded.

Hence we walked along the street during that windy afternoon. I forced him to walk before me just so I could watch his back. He wore a white sheer-silk shirt and an oversized patterned pants. It was terrible choice of style, yet he still managed to look okay.

As we passed the street, I could watch him looking right and left, paid closer attention to his surrounding. Strangely, his steps went slower as our distance to the gallery got closer, as if he was lowkey enjoying our two kilometers walk. He did not even bother to check me who was five or six steps behind.

He entered the gallery first, but then decided to hold the door until I walked in. Then, he followed me to the ticket booth and glared. He must had sense my lie when he saw me taking out my wallet, so I said, "I have money too, you know—"

"You said it was free—"

"Free for you since I paid for us— thank you," I replied as I thanked the cashier while accepting two paper bracelets as our entrance tickets. Later I handed him the ticket but he just frown in disappointment. Thus I grabbed his hands and put the bracelet on his wrist.

"Lesson number one, my brother, you cannot control everything ... you cannot control ... your job seeking result ... you cannot control ... me ...," I murmured after we stood in front of a huge three-dimentional installation which was placed right in front of the entrance. "Sometimes you have no other choice, but to deal with it ... and not by faking it just to satisfy your sister, like what you were tryna do before ... but more like ... how I accept the fact that you'll always noisy when you play games ... or that you're so fucking annoying, bothering me like a real parasite whenever you're bored." He listened carefully as he locked his eyes on me. Meanwhile, I ain't wasting my money even just for a second so I keep focusing my view on the installation.

"You should've complained," he replied. I bursted out laugh before I slapped his cheek jokingly. "You think I never did? I've done that thousand times, yet you never listen. You're the stubborn one, yet the moment I accept it ... the moment I realized ... oh, this is just how my brother show his existence ... then it doesn't feel like a burden anymore. Turns out, I kinda feel empty when you're quiet or when you're not around," I described him, crystal clear, then he chuckled. Maybe it cringed him bad, but I did not care.

"I don't even realize it before, but ... sometimes it starts to creep me ... I'm scared knowing that I can lose you anytime—"

"You won't—"

"I almost did, Jaehyun, I knew it! You just never took it that far. But somehow I know you can and you will ... one day. That's why I keep dragging myself into— just please ... keep dragging me like this when your having your worst days," I begged as I held his shoulder tight. He held my hands that were on his shoulder then we walked towards another installation.

"You never have any idea on how much you've helped me, don't you?" he asked while deeply looking into a painting. I raised an eyebrow as a sign of curiosity. Few seconds later, he declared, "It's always you ... who see me go downhill and it's been you ... who I reach out first whenever I feel like I'm not myself."

"But I don't do anything significant—"

"Why must you? I don't need you to change my world to make me feel better. I need you to be my brake," he continued. "And you never fail me," he added.

He walked before me right after he widely smile, so I catched the rythm of his steps and walked beside him. "What's that suppose to ... mean?" I asked. He pinched my nose then answered, "As long as you're around, I know I'm not going to die."

I almost shouted had he did not shut my mouth with his palms. "We're in the gallery," he added.

"Don't fucking die! I swear to God if you choose to kill yourself from whatever happen in the future, I'll haunt your soul in hell," I threatened while giving him a middle finger. Instead of slapping my face for disrespecting him, he just whispered, "Ugh, rude."

"By the way the blue ice cream taste weird. Don't order that ever again," he implied. I gave an instant death glare then shouted, "Bubble gum is my favorite flavor!"

My brother tried to shut my mouth but it was too late. Few people already stared directly at us, so he apologized for the noise I made by bowing to every directions.

"Don't shout—"

"It taste good!" I added my complain, whispered. Yet the tension was there, it was shown through my neck muscles.

"It's too sweet for me—"

"But you finished that!" I argued.

"You stopped eating and spare too much blue ice cre—"

"Gelato," I corrected him.

"Blue gelato, yes. You said you were full—"

"You ate too little and I'm concerned. So I gave you my favorite flavor, but then you said it taste bad," I complained, moving my lips as if I was mocking him.

"I said it taste weird," he corrected me, followed by some hand gestures.

"Same thing!" I defended myself. He sighed as he rolled his eyes. He walked away from an installation and went for another while rambling, "I just got rejected by a company and here I am arguing in a gallery for a fucking ice cream—"

"Gelato!" I corrected him once again. But that time, my tone was not a serious flat tone anymore. It was giggly. Hence, he stopped walking all of sudden and I obviously crashed him. "Ouch," I yelled.

"Next time, I choose the flavor," he insisted. I almost complained but he was already walked away. I could heard him chuckling, so I cancelled my argument and kept it for myself.

"How about the other two?" I asked. He gave me a flash look before focusing on the installation ahead him. "Fine. I like plain yoghurt and pistacchio," he answered.

"I like it too," I cheered. He chuckled as he took his phone out. Then he took photos of me without saying anything first, but since I am a pro, I posed-on-cue.

The day passed just like that. It was always me forcing him to go here and there. Then he would state a dissagreement and complains. Then we would argue on spot. Then one of us would went silence because it was tiring and not-so-important.

The cycle went on and on. Yet in the garage, the evening we went back home, he said, "It was fun. Let's do this shit again in the future."

[casspurrjoybell-31]

The Consort's Will - Chapter 2 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Finn

It's Leo.

My gaze quickly studies his similar features that have changed so much.

The clean-shaven, well-dressed professor almost looks like a completely different person.

Just like myself, where he was lean before, he is overly thin now.

His lips are beyond chapped.

Various dirt marks cover the majority of his high cheek bones.

A thick, scraggly beard now lines his jaw, too, indicating that he hasn't had the chance to shave in quite some time.

"Leo," I whisper aloud.

The name sounds foreign on my lips.

Over the past few months, a multitude of emotions have surfaced regarding this man but never once were they discussed in Brayden's presence.

A faint film of tears coats the surface of Leo's light eyes.

Despite Brayden standing dangerously close to my side, Leo lunges forward and wraps his arms around my shoulders.

The impact stirs up his scent into the cold air.

Most of it is reminiscent of dirt and pungent laundry but underneath the layers of grime I can smell that it's still him.

His scent is still there.

I swallow hard as I process the myriad of emotions flooding through me.

Everything from anger to relief inundates my senses and I tentatively reach up to hug him in return.

Brayden stiffens beside me.

To my surprise, however, he doesn't push Leo away.

He simply stands beside me until I peel myself from Leo's embrace.

A few tears melt away the dirt on his face and drop down to the bottom of his chin.

Out of habit I glance around the three of us and lower my voice.

"Is there anyone else with you?"

The sudden realization sinks in that somehow, some way, Leo found Brayden and me in this desolate town in the north.

There's no way he could travel fast enough to keep up with us.

And even if he could, Brayden would have sensed him.

"I'm alone," Leo says with a ragged breath.

"I promise."

"Then why are you here?"

Leo takes a small step back and runs a hand down his worn face.

"Because I want to help you."

I slowly turn my gaze to Brayden whose expression is dripping with disdain.

He raises his brow slightly, his face silently asking if I can believe the nerve of this guy.

If I wasn't so rattled with nerves I might laugh.

Instead I take a step back and nod for him to explain further.

Leo adjusts the small backpack around his shoulders and sways slightly beneath his weight.

A sliver of guilt swells within me at the sight.

Months ago I might have offered him to sit in the tent so we could continue our discussion.

After being betrayed by Fiona, however, my level of trust has plummeted.

I promised myself I'd never become jaded.

But maybe I already am.

"I supported this war," Leo begins softly.

"Because I believed in my heart that humans deserved their freedom. I was so blinded by that belief that I didn't realize my view of vampires was becoming unjust. Just like humans, vampires aren't all evil."

His gaze flickers over to Brayden whose expression remains unchanging.

I can't say I blame him.

Before the war began, Leo was one of the extremists who viewed the entire vampire species as vile.

Unneeded.

Unwanted.

He even went so far as to extract poison in the hopes to destroy as many vampires as possible.

His message to those standing behind him became lost in the shuffle, though.

It stopped being about the freedom of humans and it morphed into the destruction of immortals.

Needless to say, Brayden isn't particularly fond of him.

To make matters worse, Leo and I were a pseudo-couple before the war began.

That's just icing on the cake of contempt.

"You said you wanted to help us," I say slowly.

"Now tell us how."

Leo's light eyes stare into mine.

There's so much sadness in them.

So much regret.

The last time I looked into his eyes this closely was the night I saved Fiona.

It's a moment that burned into my memory because in that moment I realized that somewhere inside of me I still wanted him.

How is it possible so much has changed since then?

"I've been wearing night goggles," Leo explains.

"And have been wearing a scent masker so Brayden couldn't detected me. But I've stayed close enough to follow the two of you. I have wanted to make my presence known sooner than.... well, now. But I didn't know how."

"You didn't answer the question," Brayden says evenly.

Leo scratches at his scraggly beard and nods, dropping his gaze to the frozen earth beneath his feet.

A puff of air pushes past his chapped lips.

It creates a halo of frozen air around his mouth.

"I left the camp shortly after Fiona returned," he explains slowly.

"She announced that you two were planning on finding the Secondaries. Now they're trying to find them, too."

My blood runs thin at the thought of Fiona and Mark finding the Secondary population before us.

What if they already have?

We'd be walking in to a trap.

"They'll just continue to destroy and brainwash," Leo continues.

"And I just. I couldn't make them see reason. So I left and promised myself I wouldn't stop until I found you."

Leo swallows hard and raises his gaze to meet mine again.

This time when our eyes collide, I'm taken back to a year ago when I walked into his classroom for the first time.

Kelly and Fiona flanked my sides as we traveled through the college auditorium.

It was our first day of history class and I was bored before it even began.

But then Professor Adams walked to the front of the classroom.

He was wearing a form-fitting blue suit with a silver tie that shimmered every time he moved.

He perused the classroom, glancing at all the new people trying to find their choice of seat.

Somewhere during his search his eyes fell on me.

I shamelessly held his gaze and in that moment he took my breath away.

Brayden hums under his breath.

"Or we could just kill you."

Leo almost seems to be expecting this response.

He swallows down whatever response is ready to fly from his lips.

I've never known him to be able to keep from speaking what's on his mind but this time he does.

Maybe it's because he knows his life is on the line.

Even though Brayden's suggestion is a bit extreme, it's not without warrant.

For months Leo was on the side of the enemy.

He was the enemy.

Sure, the two of us have a past but we both parted ways knowing where the other stood.

"He saved me once," I whisper under my breath.

"We should do the same for him."

Brayden grunts.

"He saved you as a means to an end, human. It was all a part of the plan to get the woman to spy on us."

Leo's head snaps up and a hint of pink nips at the tips of his ghostly pale cheeks.

"I had no idea about their plan," he argues and the passion I once remember in his voice shows itself for a brief moment.

"I saved Finn because I knew what Mark would do. What he will do if he gets his hands on him."

Brayden narrows his gaze at the rebuttal.

The three of us stand in silence but only two of us create small puffs of chilled air every time we breathe.

Eventually Brayden leans forward and closes the distance between him and Leo.

"This is your one and only chance," he warns and his voice drops to a menacing whisper.

"Prove yourself useful."

[royalwednesday]

A Journey of New Beginnings (1)

It was dark and stormy with lights being mostly turned off. No one was out to hear the running footsteps of a scared little girl. She was around the age of 11, with long dark blue hair that reached around her waist. She had been wearing a dirty light blue blouse with red pants that had white flowers printed all over. She wore red and white shoes. A red beaded bracelet on the left and a green beaded bracelet on the other.

Her body was small and frail due to the lack of food that she had. In addition to that, she was covered in small bruises as well. This little girl was named Musa Melody. Her last name was given to her by an old friend that she missed dearly.

Musa had been running and tripping over things for hours. She wasn't sure what she was running from and didn't know why it was after her but kept going.

A large building had come into view; she was happy to stop running. Unfortunately, she couldn't make out the words of it or the people that were coming out. Musa collapsed a few feet away from them and passed out.

Now let's take it back to how Musa got to this point in her life.

Musa had been one of the many prisoners that was recruited to build the tower of heaven. She was locked up with 5 other kids around her age. The others with her were Erik, Macbeth, Sorano, Sawyer and Richard. It took some time but they eventually became friends. She would help Macbeth when he had a hard time going to sleep. Defend Sawyer when he was getting pushed around. Whenever one of the others would make a mistake; Musa was the one who took their punishments for them. When Musa comes back, there will always be new marks on her body. "Musa, you don't have to keep doing this," Sorano begged. "Yeah, I have too, but I want to. If any you guys got hurt, I don't think I would ever be able to live with it," Musa told her. Days went on and Musa could feel her slowly drain.

On one eventful day, she stumbles on a clear quartz key. It had the sign of a commit. She didn't know what it was for, how it even got here. She had to make sure that none of the guards saw it. Though, Musa did find it strange that it felt like she was meant to find it. "When the time comes, we'll be there to help you" a voice spoke. Then the key disappeared, leaving glitter behind.

Then about a month later when Erza had gathered all of the kids around. Musa happened somewhere else on the island. "Musa, it's time to leave, this is our only opportunity to do so" that voice said. A brown star appeared before her. "Who are you?" She asked.

"I'll explain everything later, right now we have to go," he said. "But my friends, what is going to happen to them?" Musa asked. There was silence between the both of them. Tears started to flow down her face. She knew that her friends wouldn't forgive her if she just left them here. It wasn't right just to abandon them to suffer.

"I can't just leave them here," Musa protested. "We have to go," the star said. Musa was suddenly taken to a different place. The star had taken the young girl to a beach. Musa stayed by the ocean side and stared into the ocean as the sun went down. Leaving the friends was the worst feeling for her at the moment. What was happening on the island without her. Though leaving would be an amazing outcome; being off with the rest of them would also be an amazing outcome as well.

The star was close by, "Musa, we can't stay here for long. Anything could ha-" the star warned. "Don't talk to me! I was forced to abandon my friends! Just..just leave me alone" Musa got up and ran off. She took off in a random direction. She fell a couple of times and gained some new cuts on her arms and legs.

Musa was now on the journey to find a safe to stay, so she kept walking. Since she wasn't sure on what was edible or not, Musa decided to skip out on that. She ended up fainting a few hours later from hunger, dehydration and exhaustion. The spirits of the two keys from earlier appeared to watch over her.

The next 2 days were filled with trying to find food and shelter. Musa kept the key from before. She still didn't know how to use it but also didn't ask about it. Suddenly there was a snap in the distance. Musa looked around but didn't see anything.

"Who's there?" Musa demanded. She looked around before moving on. There was another snap in the distance, which frightened Musa a bit. "Come on out, I'm not afraid to fight back"

Then it started to rain as the shadows emerged and got closer. "You know what, never mind," she nervously said. She took off in the direction she was heading in with the energy that she had. Luckily, she was near a house that wasn't too far.

Musa knocked on the door gently. She started to feel nervous. 'What if no one was there?' she thought. The door opened to reveal an elder lady. "So you finally made it back? Come in," she said. Musa looked around when she stepped foot into the place. The amount of potions and herbs that this elder had amazed her. "So you're Musa right?" Musa was asked.

There wasn't a response that was returned. Though the smell of tea caught her attention. It smelled like something familiar, but couldn't put a finger on what it could be. "It's camomile tea, would you like to try it?" the elder asked her. Musa nodded before taking a seat on the floor. Her feet ached from all the walking. "Come now, you're able to sit here"

Porlyusica had poured a cup and gave it to Musa. "You can call me Porlyusica by the way" She told Musa. Musa accepted it and drank all of it when it cooled. Porlyusica had also given her something to eat. It was quiet with the exception of Musa scarfing down her food before Porlyusica spoke up. "You do realize that you can't stay here for long," Porlyusica pointed out. "Whenever you're done, I have something for you over here," Porlusica added.

"Where am I supposed to go?" Musa asked. "There's a place I know where you're able to go," Porlyusica said. She gestured over the chair that was close by. All Musa could do was just nod in response to that. She sat and cautiously ate what was in front of her until she was done with it. "The bathroom is right over there to wash up," Porlusica pointed out. Musa carefully got up and went to the bathroom.

*Time skip*

Musa came out wearing a light blue blouse with red pants that had white flowers printed all over. She wore red and white shoes. A red beaded bracelet on the left and a green beaded bracelet on the other. "Before you take off, you want to know what that key is for and what it can do right?" Porlyusica questioned.

Musa just nodded and took out the key she had. It reflected in the light that came in; sparkling when Musa turned to examine it over.

"To put it in simple terms for you, celestial spirit magic is where the holder of the keys is able to summon certain spirits. There are different kinds of keys in the world, such as the 12 rare zodiac keys, the silver keys and obsidian keys," Porlyusica explained.

Musa seemed to be confused by the information that she was given. "Are you able to use celestial magic?" Porlyusica asked. "I...I'm not sure. When I found the key, a brown star appeared by itself," Musa admitted. "Can I see it?" Porlyusica asked. Musa gave it over, Porlyusica examined it over and seemed shocked at this.

"Where did you find this key?" She asked. "Oh, I found it before I left the tower of heaven like a month ago. The spirit appeared by itself, like I told you before," Musa told her. "This key isn't like the four that I told you about. Though I've never seen something like this before" Porlyusica said. "If you don't mind me asking, but you never mentioned how many obsidian keys there were," Musa pointed out. "To be honest with you, I'm not too sure about that. I guess you have to find that one for yourself" Porlyusica said.

She gave the young girl the map and an anchor bag. "If you follow the directions on this map, you'll get where to go," Porlyusica said. "Thank you Porlyusica. Bye now," Musa said before leaving. "I guess this will be a new beginning for me," Musa said.

[yuuana]

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Music Monday #215: Xiumin - Brand New release: September 2022 genre: Kpop

Now that I'm back to doing these, got so much catching up to do it's hard to know where to start. But whatever else I may or may not be, I can't entirely escape being an EXO-L and really, who can resist mochi cheeks? ;)

Over the years, Xiumin has made a handful of appearances as a soloist in connection with various K-drama OSTs, perhaps most notably Moonlovers - Scarlet Heart Ryeo, plus a Station collaboration with Mark of NCT. As a part of EXO, he's both a skilled vocalist and dancer, but not necessarily a stand out in either - which, when your teammates include Baekhyun, D.O, and Chen and your comfort zone is also ballads, then what are you going to do? Keep going steadily forward ... and take a two year break to do your military service. ;)

When we got Kai's solo debut at the end of 2020 and the ending scene was basically an announcement that D.O and Xiumin would be back soon (which was true, since they were ending their military service periods within a couple months of "KAI"'s release), the speculation started almost immediately. Was it going to be solo projects to continue the trend? Another full(ish) EXO comeback, like Obsession? Another special subunit like EXO-CBX and EXO-SC? What we eventually got - a special anniversary comeback and promises for solo activities from both, led to a lot of (im)patient waiting for another Xiumin solo single, somewhat tempered by knowing he was finding personal and professional fulfilment as a cast member of a Korean production of Hadestown. If you had asked me before Brand New's release what I was expecting from Xiumin's solo "debut," I'm not sure what I would have said ... but title track "Brand New" wasn't it and I mean that in the best way possible. Given his previous singles were largely OST tracks, I suppose I was expecting a ballad, so to instead have a happy, pop-y EDM song as the lead track was a bold choice. "Brand New" is a statement track, all about making a new start and showing a new side of one's self, and Xiumin gives great energy throughout. Perhaps unsurprisingly, given who we're talking about here, the video is packed full of lore references that I'm still unpacking myself. We've been so starved for EXOplanet content in this post-Obsession world, so like always it's nice to see those callbacks, from the use of Xiumin's power (ice) to the EXO hand sign in the dance routine at the end of the choruses. That said, the story of the Legends remains rather stuck and theories are all over the place while we continue to wait for someone, somewhere in SM to officially un-fuck the 12 Legends storyline. This doesn't put a single toe towards doing that and in fact if I were pressed to give an answer, I would probably file this under "Ice Legend in The Dream" as far as how it connects, but even that is entirely based on my trying to work out some answers for why we have some limited confirmation that X-EXO has/had a clone of Xiumin but no canonical explanation for why the clash between EXO and X-EXO has so far only been demonstrated via "Obsession," so only 6 forces - Fire (Chanyeol/Chanyeøl), Light (Baekhyun/Baëkhyun), Teleportation (Kai/Kāi), Water (Suho/Suhø), Storm (Chen/Chën), and Wind (Sehun/Sehůn). For story purposes, having Xiumin injured and dreaming is a reasonable cover for his absence and could help explain the implication at the end of Obsession that our heroes have lost. Brand New has been out for awhile now and it's the shorted eighteen minutes of the late summer, but what can you do? Well, play it twice, I suppose. ;) A quick YouTube search yields about two weeks of music show stages and every one of them is adorable because what do you mean that's the face of a 32 year old and not that of a 20-something kid?? Want to see Music Monday deep dives more often? Sponsor a song selection! For the low, low price of one (1) KoFi, I'll write up the song of your choice. ANY song of your choice. Yes, even that one that's been played to death. Yes, your obscure faves too. With sponsors, I can stop skipping weeks and falling further and further behind in the releases! Sponsor a current CB for the next open Music Monday slot or sponsor a throwback for a Thursday feature! But seriously, if you've been enjoying my selections and analyses, we (me and the foster kittens) would love a KoFi in thanks. DW | Twitter | Ko-fi | Patreon | Discord | Twitch

[devildomdisaster]

Can you do the brothers reacting to S.O. MC always having an unidentifiably "familiar" scent and then finding a spray bottle with the brother's perfume in it, diluted so that it doesn't overpower MC's but still gives them a subtle trace of the brother's scent? Which brothers do you expect would take up the practice so that they always have MC's scent lingering on them?

So cute!

I think demons and angels would have a better sense of smell than humans so wearing one of the brother’s perfumes would be like Mc marking themself as the demon’s partner.

It’s not foolproof of course, after all, other demons can buy the same perfume. But between the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos everyone wears different scents so it would be clear to all of them whos perfume you are wearing.

Lucifer:

Lucifer has been using the same cologne for several decades now. It’s honestly surprising that it hasn’t gone out of style, or become associated with old people(Like how certain human colognes or perfume is only used by your grandparents). It’s distinctive but elegant and simple enough to be timeless.

Lucifer first notices how your scent is oddly familiar a few weeks after you return to the Devildom with Solomon.

Something about your new scent is immensely gratifying to his senses.

It makes his pride flare, and he finds himself far less worried about his brothers or Diavolo trying to steal you away.

Much to his embarrassment, Lucifer finds himself nuzzling into your neck as if to scent you while trying to identify the change.

It’s early yet and you’re still curled up asleep in his bed when he finds the simple-looking perfume bottle on your desk as he is fetching you a fresh set of clothes to change into.

He stops to examine the bottle, thinking that perhaps he should bring this to you as well. Although he loathes to let you cover up his scent.

He opens the bottle to ensure it won't completely overpower his scent on you, and for a moment he thinks he must have used a bit too much of his own perfume this morning. He sniffs it again and realizes that while it is similar to his own scent, it’s different. Muddled, diluted with something, water, and perhaps a bit of your own perfume/cologne.

His lips curl into a smirk as he realizes that he’s caught his cologne thief. He’d assumed that he’d simply misplaced a bottle of his cologne but now realizes that you must have taken it back to the human realm with you and made this.

Lucifer falls in love with you all over again. He is so enamored with the idea that you want to smell like him, essentially letting other demons and angels know that you are his.

When you wake, he is sitting next to you. Still smug. Pride radiating off him in self-satisfied waves. Toying with your perfume bottle. “Mc, my dear, if you would like to let others know you are taken I would be happy to mark you more clearly.”

You swear he likes to fluster you just for his own enjoyment.

“When this is gone,” he says holding up the perfume bottle “you are welcome to more of my cologne, you needn't resort to thievery, my love.”

He won’t take up the practice himself, but if you have to be away from each other for an extended time he’ll ask for a bottle of your perfume/cologne to keep your scent fresh and near.

Mammon:

Mammon is snooping in your room again. Not to steal this time, he swears! It was just to figure out what kind of gift you’d like.

The perfume bottle looks expensive, so he picks it up. Thinking that buying you a new bottle might be a good gift.

It doesn’t have any labels so he opens it to see if he recognizes the fragrance.

He is so, so embarrassed to find out that it is a diluted version of his scent! Poor Mammon, he is so flustered when he finds out that he drops the bottle, shattering it on your bedroom floor.

Suddenly it all clicks into place for him. The reason he had been so much more protective of you. Why he had found himself resisting the urge to mark you as his more than he usually had to.

You’d been making yourself smell like him, marking yourself for him. Mammon is over the moon. You want to be his. You’re already together of course, but you want other demons to know you’re together.

It takes everything Mammon has to stop himself from going to get you right now. From bringing you to his room and marking you himself.

But he’s got a bigger problem to handle first. Your room is a mess, floor covered in glass and perfume and he’s got to fix this before you get back.

When you open your door Mammon is still trying to clean everything up and air out your room, you recognize the scent of the spilled perfume and you feel the embarrassment overwhelm you.

Mammon is looking at you, face red and stuttering out an apology. “I swear I wasn't trying to steal nothin'. I just-” He flounders gesturing to your desk “it was an accident Mc! Picked you up a new bottle of mine so you can…” if possible his face gets even redder.

“Mammon if you don’t like it I can stop.”

“What? No! Of course, you’d wanna smell like the great Mammon! Besides, I don’t want anyone else thinkin they can make a move on ya. You should keep doin it.”

Mammon won’t ask for any of your perfume/cologne but he will borrow(steal) a little of it every once in a while. Mostly when he’s going somewhere he can’t take you. It makes him feel closer to you. And it has the added benefit of preventing any demons from making a move on him, letting them know he’s taken.

Levi:

Levi can’t quite put his finger on where he’s smelled your new perfume/cologne before.

It’s familiar, but he can’t place it no matter how hard he tries.

For some reason, it makes him less jealous when his brothers are around you. Like he doesn’t have to worry about you realizing they are better than him anymore.

Levi might not notice what your new scent is but his brothers sure do.

Asmo gives you knowing little winks and you could swear you’ve seen Mammon crinkle his nose in distaste at you.

Levi doesn’t figure out why your scent is so familiar until he finds you in his room pouring some of his perfume into a different bottle.

You’re startled when Levi takes the bottle from your hand and tilts your head to the side to smell your neck.

He takes a step back from you red to the tips of his ears “M-mc you-” He gapes at you for a moment “You can’t just do that without warning me!” he whines. “You know other demons can- my brothers can- it’s like you’re telling everyone you’re mine.”

“I know, Asmo gave me the idea. He said demons use their scent to mark their significant others. I’m sorry Levi, are you mad?”

“Mad? You want to smell like me, how could I be mad when I’ve wanted to-to mark you for months? I just didn’t want to...creep you out...with all that. Y-you can still use my cologne just ask. Thought you were Mammon stealing for a second.” He says covering his blushing face with his hands.

Levi is awake for a long time that night, even after you’ve long since drifted off curled up next to him in his bathtub bed. He’s caught up in the fact that you want to smell like him and he wonders if maybe he could do the same thing with your perfume/cologne.

Eventually, he’ll ask for some of your perfume/cologne but it’ll take him several weeks to finally blurt out the question.

Satan:

Somehow your scent is different, more familiar.

It sets him at ease, like seeing you in his jacket or finding you sleeping in one of his shirts.

It clicks that you are using his scent when he notices how fast he is going through the bottle of his cologne.

His face heats up and oh my, you’re using his scent. That's why it was so familiar.

Once the surprise has passed, his lips curl up in a wicked grin.

Oh Mc, Satan is so pleased. He is so in love with you.

He has you meet him in his room to confront you. His cologne in hand, lips curled up in a smirk. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Mc?”

You tell him about how you dilute his perfume with yours so that you smell a little like him and meekly apologize for stealing from him.

Satan’s smirk grows as you explain, and when you fall silent he pulls you into his arms. “I like having my scent on you kitten. But you know there are other ways I can leave my scent on you if you’d like?” he murmurs, kissing across your cheekbone and down your jawline.

He sounds so confident but there is proof of his own emotions in the red dusting his cheeks.

Satan might dilute some of your perfume/cologne if there is a particular reason he wants other demons to know he’s taken. Maybe an event he can’t bring you to or if there has been a particularly stubborn demon not taking no for an answer.

To be honest Satan would rather have you leave your scent naturally. By sleeping on his pillows or wearing his jacket.

If you have to go to the human realm without him for any length of time, Satan will pick up your habit and start diluting some of your chosen scent with his while you're gone.

Asmo:

It doesn’t take long for Asmo to figure out why your scent is so familiar.

He knows exactly how long a bottle of perfume will last him and has a sixth sense for knowing when someone has moved any of his beauty products.

“Mc, darling, it’s sweet that you want my mark on you but if you keep stealing from me I’ll have to punish you,” he sings.

“Is that a promise Asmo?”

He brings you your very own bottle of his cologne.

The fact that you dilute his scent with yours brings Asmo to his knees. It’s so cute! But also such a tease! He’d love to leave his scent on you in other ways too.

But first, he just wants to curl up and cuddle with you. Knowing that you want to advertise your relationship so openly makes him feel truly loved.

The feeling overwhelms Asmo and he is so, so happy that his feelings for you are returned just as strongly.

Asmo will definitely take up the practice so your scent always lingers on him as well.

Asmo is not ashamed or shy about your relationship and any demon who insinuates he should be is playing a dangerous game.

There is no hesitation in his voice when he asks for a bottle of your perfume/cologne in exchange for his.

He likes knowing his scent lingers on you and flaunts the fact that yours lingers on him.

Expect to exchange bottles of perfume on holidays.

Beel:

Beel’s nose picks up the change in your scent immediately.

It’s familiar and yet hidden beneath your own scent just enough that he can’t place it.

This is frustrating for him because he’s never had so much trouble placing a scent before.

But he likes the addition as well.

In the end, it’s Belphie who rats you out to his twin. “You know I'm sure Beel would have more fun if he got to mark you himself, Mc.”

Beel puts down the muffin he’d had halfway to his mouth to look at you, realization flashing across his face.

He smiles happily at you, light blush dusting his face.

He’ll give you your own bottle of his cologne.

But he’ll also explain how having his scent linger on you is a way that demons mark their significant others. He wants to make sure you know that you are advertising your relationship to other demons.

When you assure him you’re ok with that he’ll ask if he can do the same with some of your perfume/cologne. That way other demons know he’s yours too.

Belphie:

Belphie notices right away.

It’s obvious that the new addition to your scent is his when you’re napping in his bed with him and the new portion of your scent blends seamlessly with the blankets and pillows around you.

Belphie gets a mischievous smirk on his face as he nuzzles his face in your hair. “There are better ways for you to wear my scent, Mc.”

He doesn’t stop you from using some of his perfume to dilute and mix with your own.

In fact, he encourages the practice.

He likes the fact that other demons will know who your heart belongs to.

With his scent lingering on you it’s very unlikely that other demons(his brothers) will make a move on you.

He won’t adopt the practice himself.

Not because he doesn’t want to, but because it’s a lot of work to dilute perfume so perfectly.

But if you were to make it for him, he would wear it everywhere.

He finds your scent calming, so having it linger on him would be very nice. Why else would blankets occasionally go missing from your bed?

[dr4cking]

Tutor

draco malfoy x reader | smut | fluff

"miss y/n, this is getting horrible, you have been failed at my class so many times, your grades isnt doing better, now all i can do is to suggest you by getting a tutor" professor slughorn sighed handing y/n her last test disappointedly.

"im sorry professor, i promise i will try harder and get better" y/n took her paper and going back to her seat.

"im sure you're a great student, you just need some help. uhm- mr. malfoy? do you mind tutoring your classmate here, miss y/n? its only you who is the bestest in my class" the professor asked to one of the best students, the famous draco malfoy, y/n gulped and waiting nervously for his answer. she had this little crush on him since they always had classes together and she's in the same house as him, but they were not exactly 'close'.

"oh i dont mind, professor. its my pleasure" draco answers politely, taking a look at y/n making the girl look down and blush, a smile appeared to his face. little did she know, he has a big crush on the lovely girl who seemed clueless about all the hints he gave her almost everyday.

professor slughorn just nodded and dismissed the class, everyone packed their things and left, y/n look at draco who's already staring at her with a genuine smile plastered in his face, motioning her to follow him. she feels like her heart jumped out of the place, she follows him behind as draco walking them to his room.

as they arrived in draco's room, y/n admires the design, it was elegant and neat. typical rich slytherins room.

"it looks nice" y/n said opening the conversation.

"thanks, put my hardest work to make it look the best. here, take a seat beside me" draco patting the side of his couch, there's a small table in front of the couch.

y/n took a seat beside him, and placing her books to the table, the tension was so awkward that she wished she was a talkative person.

draco started the lesson, y/n learned faster from the way draco explained it than in the class, but she would be lying if she said she hasnt lost her focuses a few times to studying draco's face, he's just so beautiful. she thinks he didnt noticed, but he did, he just keep it to himself.

after hours studying, y/n feels like her head will going to explode in a minute, she decided to take a break.

"god can we take a break, draco? this is so stressing, why cant i just be smart like you, dont get me wrong you're a great tutor but im just too dumb" y/n protested, massaging her head and rubbing her face in frustration.

"oh y/n dont say that! we can take a break of course, but to make you feel better, i promise you, you're doing so great now, you've improved a lot, im so proud of you" draco said cheering her up, his hand goes to tucked her hair behind her ear reassuring her.

y/n look up to draco, giving him a sweet shy smile and her cheeks turns red as draco keeps complimented her, before they know it they were leaning into each other and their lips met, the kisses were soft and lovely, draco cupped her cheeks caressing it gently while y/n wrapped her arms around the back of his neck pulling him closer tugging at his hair deepening the kisses making both of them let out a small moans.

as the kisses turn into a full makeout and got heated, draco lays her down gently on the couch placing soft wet kisses on her neck, sucking on it, marking her causing her to let out a soft moan, he placed one of his hand on her thigh rubbing small circles until his hand got higher, he pulled away.

"do you wanna take this further, love? we can stop now if you dont want to" draco asked and y/n shakes her head no and put his hand back to her inner thigh.

"no draco please keep going i want you, i need this" draco groans and he continues rubbing her clit from her panties feeling the wetness that already make a spot on her panties, soft whines escaped her lips as draco keep teasing her clit, he pushes her panties aside and insert one finger inside her making y/n let out a constant squeal and she covered her mouth quickly, her eyes rolled back at the pleasure.

y/n's moans were muffled by her hand, draco cant help but getting harder by looking at her expression, he still cant believe he finally got the girl he always adored like this, he added another fingers into her cunt, curling them inside her making the girl squirmed under his touch.

"dont cover your mouth, let me hear your beautiful voice, show me how good i make you feel, love" draco said as he takes her hand off of her mouth and intertwining their hands instead with his free hand while his fingers still working their way in and out of her tight hole getting faster each time, he stares at her in awe, how gorgeous she looks right now, mouth hung open, eyes rolled back in pleasure and all because of him, he feels butterflies filling his stomach.

"yes- yes draco, oh god.. you make me feel so good" draco go down to her pussy, pulling off her panties, putting her thighs on his shoulder and positioning his face in front of her glistening cunt and started to eat her out making y/n a moaning mess, he let out a moan too at the taste of her, getting addicted to it, he can even eat her out for all day if she let him.

"do you like the way my tongue plays with your pretty pussy, love? mhmm you taste so fucking delicious baby" draco keeps sucking on her clit, its like he was making out with it, his tongue going in and out of her hole his fingers going with the same pace as his tongue.

"ah- yes draco i love it, oh- please im so close" y/n keep moaning uncontrollably while her hand grasping tightly onto his hair.

"yes baby, let it out, cum on my tongue, let me taste you, darling" draco wants nothing more than to pleasure her right now, making this moment unforgettable for both of them, and within seconds y/n screams his name and cumming hard on his mouth, laying breathlessly still steadying her breath after her intense orgasm.

draco pulled away and y/n blushing madly looking at his face, his mouth covered in her juices, he smiles proudly at her, sucking his fingers clean, and hovered over her, reconnecting their lips, y/n hummed at the taste of herself on his tongue. draco started to unbuttoned her shirt, taking her bra off too and throw them to somewhere, he hungrily kissing her breasts, playing with her nipples causing y/n to get wetter while her hands working on his belt and taking his pants off, his erected dick slapped up to his lower stomach, she took it in her tiny hand and stroking it massaging the tip, making him groans.

"god.. you're so beautiful y/n.." y/n mumbles a quick 'thankyou' at the compliment getting impatient, wanting nothing more than to be taken by the blonde guy.

"draco, please, i need you so bad" she cant take it anymore, she wanted to feel him, wrapping him inside her tightly, she whimpers at the feel of his hard dick rested on her thigh.

"your wish is my command, princess" draco lining up his dick on her cunt, rubbing his tip up and down on her clit lubricate it before slowly pushing in, they both moaning each other names out loud at the sensation, both of their heads thrown back and eyes screwed shut in pleasure, y/n wrapped her legs on his waist pulling him deeper, draco paused a moment as he was fully inside her, letting her adjust to his size.

"you can move draco, god you're so big" y/n dug her nails onto his back as he slowly made a move, pulling out until its just his tip inside and slamming it back again, making y/n bites her bottom lip.

draco started to pick up his pace, pushing her legs to her chest making more access as he continues to thrust in and out deeper and faster inside her, he put his hands next to the side of her face to support his weight, y/n runs her hands on his chest, scratching it, her breasts bouncing up and down under him.

"merlin, you're so tight baby feels so good, fuck- how can someone feels this good-" draco said as he kissed her lips, his lips trembling against hers, he bites softly on her bottom lip to hold his scream as he feels her walls clenching around him, squeezing him tighter.

"oh my god- draco, right there, holy-" y/n cant even finishes her words as she screams louder when draco keeps hitting her spot, going deeper and faster each time, bringing her to her high.

"baby, are you close?" y/n nodded at his question, cant even answer him as she was too focused as the coil started to tighten in her stomach.

"good baby, cause i cant hold it much longer, now cum love, cum for me" draco rubbed a circle on her clit, his thrusts getting sloppier, y/n screamed his name out loud seeing the stars as she finally hit her orgasm, harder than the first one and draco cant help at the feeling of her walls clenching really hard around him after her high, he spilled his thick cum inside her, painting her walls white non stop, making both of them groans, his vision going blurry, he collapsed on top of y/n, burying his face on her hair, running out of breath, their bodies started to shake.

"fuck y/n that was amazing, you are too good for me, love" draco kiss her lips again as he finished, he pulls out gently, but before he can stand up he falls to her side, both of them laughs.

"look at what you did to me, y/n" draco laughed as he slowly standing up to get the towel and clean her up.

"if this is how the tutoring ends, i wouldnt mind doing it again" y/n said, smirking to him confidently as draco helped her up to his bed, giving her a cheeky grin.

[demonsandco]

Smut Alphabet - Lucifer

All the letters for Luci have been answered now, so here's a post compiling them all together!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When he’s the one in charge, Luci acts like the king of aftercare. As much as he loves seeing his partner fall apart, he always makes sure to put them back together in the end. His go to thing is running a hot bath for his partner, letting him clean them up while also giving him a reason to hold them close and relax for once. After the bath, he’s pretty much at their beck and call, willing to run out and get them anything they need until they're ready to go to bed. It’s one of the only times when Luci won’t put up a fight about going to bed at a decent hour, instead opting to snuggle under the covers and pulling his partner close to his chest.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For a long while, Lucifer’s favorite parts of him were his wings, but now they carry too many memories for him to view them with the same light. Now, his favorite body part would be his hands. He has long fingers and a firm grip, perfect for grabbing his partner’s wrists with one hand and pinning them down.

When it comes to his partner, Lucifer’s favorite body part of theirs is their neck. It’s such a vulnerable part of their body and it’s his favorite place to leave marks. It’s a trust thing for him, as well as something that makes him feel powerful. Knowing that he could kill them in a second with his sharp teeth pressed to their throat, yet they trust him not to hurt them excites him to no end.

(cont under the cut)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Lucifer cums a pretty average amount, but he can do so quite a few times in a row. His favorite place to cum is in his S/O’s mouth or on their face. Marking them in such a way feeds into his pride, and he can’t help but admire how wonderful they look covered on his seed. He would never force them to swallow it when he does this, but if they choose to, he is left feeling awed and even hornier than before.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Lucifer is more than prepared to take this secret to his grave, but he has, on more than one occasion, fantasised about having a pact master use their pact with him during sex, with consent of course. It’s the idea of trusting his partner to the point where he puts his life in their hands and gives them complete control that gets to him. He’d be able to just lay back and stop thinking for once, while they use him however they see fit, without him needing to make a single decision. If his actual S/O ever suggests something like that, he’d be overjoyed internally, but he plays it off as simply playing along with their idea. He refuses to let anyone know how much he enjoys the thought because of how embarrassing he finds it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Lucifer has quite a bit of experience, but only when it comes to sex involving BDSM dynamics. He doesn’t mind hooking up with someone if he has the option to have complete control for the night. The type of sex he’s used to is very much lacking in emotional connection. He’s left feeling a bit unsure of himself when it comes to more vanilla sex, being the submissive one, or just sex that involves emotions. He knows what he likes and he’s very skilled in the physical aspect, it just takes him a bit of time to get into the flow of things with a partner that he actually cares about. Especially when emotions are involved. He desperately wants his partner to know how much they mean to him, but he’s not quite sure how to translate his emotions into actions from the very start.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Lucifer’s favorite position is surprisingly vanilla in nature. Call him old fashioned or cliché, but he’s very fond of the missionary position. It doesn’t matter to him who’s on the top and who’s on the bottom, he’s fine with filling either role. He enjoys the closeness that it offers, pressing his chest against his partner’s and feeling each time they take a breath. Plus it offers so much versatility! He’s in the perfect place to kiss his partner as much as he wants, but he can also bury his face in their neck, leaving kisses and love bites, while also muffling his moans.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Lucifer very much prefers to take things seriously. He likes keeping the mood sensual and heated, and goofiness gets in the way of that. Some playfulness or teasing is perfectly fine, and even encouraged by him, but outright humor or jokes is something he’d rather avoid. If his partner insists on being humorous, he’d see it as them being bratty, and won’t hesitate to gag or punish them if they don’t listen to his warnings. It makes for a very easy way to rile him up, if that’s what they’re looking to do. His only focus in the moment is their pleasure (or pain) and his behavior reflects that.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

As with anything to do with his appearance, Lucifer takes meticulous care of his body hair. He constantly keeps it trimmed and short, even if he doesn’t have a partner who would be seeing it at the time. He’s prideful of how he looks and puts a lot of time into looking well put together in all aspects, even if no one will see it. He has a nice amount of body hair in general, though, his pubes leading up into a thin happy trail and a light dusting of hair over his chest. It’s all black in colour, just like the base of his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Surprisingly, Lucifer is very intimate in the moment. He considers sex itself to be an intimate and romantic activity. He needs to trust his partner quite a bit to feel comfortable letting them see him in such a potentially vulnerable position and that really shows. Even if he’s acting rough and dominating, he still can’t help but let a bit of softness and love seep into his words and actions. It’s one of the only times where he can voice his emotions easily, without his pride getting in the way.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Despite having a very high libido, Lucifer rarely takes the time to take care of his needs. He usually puts it off in favor of working, until he suddenly realises just how long it's been, and how needy he feels. It leaves him feeling so pent up and tense, not to mention unbearably sensitive, but getting himself off just doesn’t leave him feeling satisfied enough to be worth the time. He would much rather get off with a partner than on his own, and he’s willing to stay all worked up until then.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This comes as a surprise to no one, but Lucifer loves bondage. Having his partner tied, watching them wiggle helplessly, unable to escape his touch, never fails to excite him and make his heart race. However, not only does Lucifer enjoy tying up his partner, he also loves to be the one getting tied up. The feel of tight ropes biting into his skin as he squirms under their gaze sends blood rushing straight to his dick. Especially when he thinks about how much trust he’s putting in them. He’s leaving himself open and helpless, yet he knows that they’ll never do anything he genuinely dislikes, just as he would never do that to them

On a similar note, Lucifer is also very fond of temperature play, especially when combined with bondage or even sensory deprivation. He likes the subtle blend of pain and pleasure that comes with it, alongside the anticipation of not knowing which will come next. He could spend hours teasing his partner like this, watching their reactions and listening to their cries. Of course, he’ll also let them return the favor, tying him up and teasing his senses with ice cubes and hot wax. He’ll hold in his reactions for as long as possible, and it’s hard to break him, but if they know where to target, they’ll have him begging soon enough. The span of his back, as well as his thighs are extra sensitive and dripping wax across his spine while sliding some ice over his inner thighs will leave him desperate and begging in no time.

Unsurprisingly, the Avatar of Pride has a huge praise kink. Lucifer craves praise from his partner, enjoying the feeling of pride coursing through his body when his partner tells him how good he feels and how well behaved he is. He strives to please them as much as he can, and the validation that he’s a good boy sends pleasure coursing through him. Of course, Lucifer also gets pleasure out of giving his partner praise, too, when he’s the one in charge. He wants them to know how proud he is of them when they’re being good.

On the opposite hand, Lucifer gets a weird amount of pleasure out of being humiliated. He isn’t fond of humiliating his S/O, being humiliated? Having a mere human exert that much power over him? It excites him to no end and he can’t explain why. If they treat him like he’s a lesser being, spit in his mouth, step on his cock, anything like that, Lucifer finds himself cumming so embarrassingly quick. He has to be in a specific headspace to enjoy it, but when he is, having his pride crushed in such a way feels like such a thrill.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Lucifer is a very private man and refuses to risk being caught in the act. The riskiest he’ll get is his office, but more often than not, it’s going to take place in his room. He prefers to take his time with his partner anyway, and that's much easier to accomplish on a comfortable bed, rather than somewhere else. He has more than enough self control to avoid doing anything too sensual outside of his room, where he feels safe.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He’ll never admit it, but seeing his s/o acting bold or taking charge never fails to excite him. It makes his mind wander and Lucifer can’t help but imagine them acting that way towards him, disregarding his rank and power and taking control of him. He’s almost ashamed of having such fantasies, but that just serves to excite him further.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Exhibitionism of any level is a big no for Lucifer. He has a hard enough time showing regular affection in public, and anything even remotely sexual in nature crosses his limits. He considers what he shares with his partner to be very personal and vulnerable and he refuses to have anyone else see him in such a state. He’s also not fond of anyone having a chance to see his partner in a disheveled state. In his mind, their body and reactions are for his eyes only. No one else even comes close to deserving to see them like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Lucifer very much prefers giving oral over receiving, and he’s damn good at it, too. He loves the amount of power it gives him, allowing him to control exactly how much pleasure he’s giving his partner. He knows exactly how to use his mouth to get specific responses from them. He’s also a quick learner and adapts to his partner’s preferences very fast.

While Lucifer doesn’t hate being on the receiving end, it takes some time for him to be open to the idea. Letting his partner have so much control over his pleasure leaves him feeling vulnerable and he has a harder time controlling his reactions. It takes every ounce of control he has not to grab the back of their head and set the pace himself, but he finds that it’s more worth it in the end to give them complete control.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Lucifer’s pace heavily depends on the mood of the night. If both he and his partner are stressed and need some relief, he’s more than happy to go hard and rough. He does enjoy taking his time, though, and if his schedule allows it, he’d much rather keep things sensual and slow. Intimacy is a very important part of sex for him, and a fast pace feels like it brings things to an end too quickly for him to fully enjoy it all the time, but he still likes the roughness of it. Regardless of who’s in control of the pace, he enjoys it best when there’s a healthy balance, starting out hard and fast, before gradually slowing down and letting some romance seep in, only to speed up once again as he and his partner get close to finishing.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Lucifer is a very busy demon, meaning that sometimes all he has time for is a quickie, but that doesn’t mean he likes them. When he’s with his partner, he wants to be able to take his time with them, keep a slow and sensual pace, but he often can’t find the time for it. He always thinks a quickie would be better than nothing, but they often just leave him feeling even more pent up and desperate.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Lucifer isn’t the most open person when it comes to experimentation. Mostly because he’s already had experience with many kinks throughout his long life, and he feels that he’s got a very good idea of what he’s into. There are very few things his partner could suggest that he either isn’t completely against or that he hasn’t already tried. If they do manage to find something that he’s unsure of yet, he’s more than happy to try it out for them, as long as it’s in a controlled environment. His partner has a much higher chance of getting him to experience something new if he’s the submissive one for the night. Chances are he’ll end up enjoying it, even if he was a bit unsure at first. He thrives off of pleasing his s/o and they’ll quickly find that he has very few limits.

Lucifer is very fond of everything being safe and controlled, regardless of who is in charge for the night. He outright refuses to do anything he’d consider obscene anywhere that someone else could walk into. He wants anything that happens to stay between him and his partner, and his not a fan of risking that in any way.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Lucifer has quite a lot of stamina, when he's not exhausted and overworked, at least. He's not exaggerating when he says he'll keep his partner busy all night long. He can take a few more rounds than the average human, but they last for ages. He's skilled at holding off his own orgasms, capable of making his partner cum on his cock a couple times at least, before finally letting go himself. He uses this to his advantage often, wanting to make sure he completely satisfies them before reaching his own peak.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Lucifer has a rather impressive collection of toys, or perhaps tools would be more accurate. He doesn't own anything like dildos or vibrators, but he has everything from different styles of restraints, to paddles, to whips. He has no qualms using some of the… less extreme tools in his collection on his partner, and he's not opposed to adding some more commonly seen sex toys to the mix, as well. If they show interest, he's more than happy to switch roles and lend them his tools, but he greatly prefers the feel of his partner's body, rather than a plastic toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lucifer is a huge fan of teasing his partner, but he’s very easily swayed by begging. He could genuinely spend hours teasing them and finding new ways to make them react, but as soon as they beg him for more, he loses all semblance of patience and control. Hearing his partner beg feeds straight into his pride, and he’s always weak when it comes to their wants and needs.

Lucifer himself is rather fun to tease as well. It may not be his favorite thing, but he enjoys it from time to time. It takes a lot of practice and patience to actually break him, though, but it’s more than worth it in the end. What’s better than seeing the Avatar of Pride crying and groveling, pleading for his partner to let him cum?

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lucifer purposefully keeps himself quiet, doing his best to avoid making any sort of embarrassing noises. It works pretty well for him at first, the most that’s coming out of his mouth being soft gasps or groans from behind his clenched teeth, but the closer he gets, the less controlled his voice becomes, letting sweet, delicate moans slip out. He’s still not the type of person to be extra loud or talkative, but it’s not uncommon to hear soft words of praise in between the whiny noises he can’t seem to silence anymore.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Despite the sadistic and domineering persona he puts on, most of the time, Lucifer actually prefers to be the submissive one. He spends every waking moment of his life feeling like he needs to be in control and trying to take care of everything, that what he really craves is to just lay back and have someone else take the reins. It takes a huge amount of trust for Lucifer to admit this, but once he does, he’s willing to let his partner do whatever they want to him.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Lucifer's dick is an impressive sight, but isn't too intimidating. He has a lot of length, more than the average human, and just enough girth to provide a stretch, without requiring extensive prepping. His skin flushes easily, making his a cock a pretty pink colour when he's hard. The thing that stands out the most, though, is that he has piercings down there. There's three to be exact, all lined up on the underside of his cock, forming a Jacob's ladder. They match the nipple piercings that he also keeps hidden under his clothes.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Lucifer’s sex drive is pretty high compared to the average human, but it really isn’t very high for a demon. He’s always so pent up, however, that you’d never be able to tell that. He’s always busy, and when he does have time to spend with his S/O, he wants to do something romantic with them first, constantly pushing aside his need in favor of something else. By the time he’s finally alone and in the mood with them, he's so desperate and sensitive that he comes across as constantly horny, when he’s actually just denying himself until he can’t handle it anymore.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Lucifer has a horrible sleep schedule and struggles to get some rest even when he’s tired. The chances of him falling asleep before his partner are extremely low, even if they wore him out. Even if he doesn’t have any work he feels pressured to finish, chances are that once he finishes taking care of his partner, he’s still going to stay up. He’ll stay in bed if they ask him to, but he’ll find something to read or put on some soft music to keep him busy for a few hours, until he finally feels like he can rest.