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subbmissivesuccubus · 6 months

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No secrets around here ~

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Summary : Satoru and Suguru find out that their sweet, seemingly innocent girlfriend writes smutty fanfiction. They decide to make her fantasies come true while also making sure to teach her that keeping secrets from them have consequences <3

Contains : Fem reader. Established relationship. Degradation. Threesome M/M/F. Gojo and Geto being mean but with love. A bit meta.

“Dude- Suguru- SUGURU!”

“Stop yelling, Satoru.” The raven-haired man whined, rubbing a hand over his face as he was barely awake, “You better be dying if you’re calling me at 3 in the morning.”

“Oh, trust me, you’ll wanna hear what I say.”

“Get to the point.”

“Ok, so you know how every time we visit our cutie, she’s super protective of her phone?”

“…Yeah.”

“And how she immediately shuts her laptop close if we walk in?”

“…Yeah.”

“I found out why. I just sent you a link.”

Satoru hung up and Suguru groaned, looking his phone annoyance before the ding of a message received rang out. He raised an eyebrow as he read the message, the link opening upto a website called…tumblr? He was aware of the site but it never interested him enough to truly put any effort into finding out more about it. He also knew of the concept of fanfiction (thanks to a certain someone) and knew that Tumblr had a lot of creators posting their fanmade content.

But he had no idea it was…something like this.

Reader is being a brat and gets put in her place – Fem Reader X Demon Slayer men.

Where the men of One-Piece love to cum <3

Dick headcannons, a.k.a. who among the Honkai men are packing~

Suguru scoffed as he scrolled down the posts, surprised at how lewd this author was. Their writing was filthy and degenerate yet written fairly well. If he wasn’t so sleepy, Suguru was sure he could jerk off to a story or two. The comments under the posts were just as feral, people going crazy over the fanfictions, often proclaiming their desire to be with these…fictional men? He didn’t quite understand it but who was he to judge.

He paused as he read the title of a post, letting out a hum as the title hit a bit close to home.

Reader gets pounded roughly by her two boyfriends.

It was a post with thousands of notes which got Suguru curious. He clicked on the tag labelled #two boyfriends and was surprised to see several stories written by the author of the reader having two lovers and their sexual escapades together:

Reader gets both her holes stuffed with cock. Or the two boyfriends compete to see who can get her to squirt first. Reader is spanked silly and can’t sit properly for days. As punishment, the two boyfriends overstimulate the reader for hours, making her cum over and over again even as she begged them to stop.

The list went on and on and on, making the blood rush to Suguru’s cheeks at how raw and filthy and…desperate these fanfictions were.

His phone dinged, a message from Satoru which reminded the black-haired man of how he wound up here to begin with. So there are some smutty fiction online, but what does it have to do with you? He could only come up with one conclusion but…that couldn’t be it. Right?

Satoru <3 : Did you see all the two boyfriends fics?

Me : Yeah. You’re not saying that…she wrote all of this, are you?

Suguru waited with bated breath as the three dots danced on his screen, Satoru typing out the answer. You were someone who refused to even curse in daily conversation! There was no way… He choked as he got a response, Satoru simply saying:

What do you say we show our baby how much better her real boyfriends are?

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“Boys!” you whined as Suguru and Satoru stuck close to you, one on either side, “I’m trying to cook here!” “We’re not stopping you!” Satoru said with a pout as he placed his cheek on top of your hair, “We just wanna be close to our baby. Is that so bad?” “Exactly.” Suguru purred as a hand came up to wrap around your waist, pressing himself close to you, “Is loving you such a crime?”

You rolled your eyes at their theatrics. One thing worse than having one dramatic boyfriend would be having two. Not that you were complaining, of course. How on Earth could you be upset over having the two most powerful sorcerers be your lovers? It sometimes felt like a dream- that these two had fallen in love with you and were over by your place for a domestic night of homecooked food and movies. They were more clingy than usual, a hand or lips always on your body at all times. You caught them exchanging glances with each other once in awhile but you simply ignored it. It wasn’t the first time your men had this telepathic communication going on between them. As long as they weren’t planning on pranking you, you decided to simply focus on the meal you were cooking.

“So, babe,” Satoru purred as he placed a kiss to the crown of your head, “You’re on Tumblr a lot, right?”

You scoffed, “You know I am. Why’d you ask? You finally wanna join?”

“I sure do!” he responded, “And if you had told me about all the porn that was on that website, I would have joined sooner.”

“Porn?” you repeated, confused, “What are you talking about? It doesn’t allow-”

“All of that smutty fanfiction- I was up all night reading them!”

You froze, hoping that the two of them didn’t notice. “Oh, uh, yeah there’s a lot of that.”

“And, you know, we found this…writer.” Suguru said, his voice dripping like honey as his hand ran up and down your waist, “Who writes the most…filthy things. Degradation, spankings, brat taming, not to mention threesomes between two men and a woman. Kind of similar to us, right?”

You gulped, trying to focus on your food even though your mind was running a mile. Did they know? How did they find out? You were so careful of your things! You always made sure to have an eye on your phone and laptop so how did they…

“Well, only the threesome parts.” Satoru said, “We’re not nearly as kinky as the people in those stories. We could be, of course, but we wouldn’t want to scare our baby with how…intense we can be, right?”

“Of course.” Suguru purred, leaning forward to kiss your temple, his lips soft against your skin, “Our sweet princess is so innocent and vanilla. How on Earth can we treat her like the girls in those smutty, dirty stories? We have to make love to her like the Queen she is. There’s no way our baby would like to be punished or have her pussy filled until she’s bred.”

“Exactly.” Satoru said, noting the way your breathing was quickening, smiling as he saw your ears turn red, “Unless…there’s something she’s not telling us.” You gasped as his hand trailed down your back, making you shiver before it landed on your ass. You mewled as he grabbed a cheek harshly, his fingers digging into your plush skin, both of them so close to you that you could feel their hot breath against your burning face.

“So, sweetheart.” Suguru said, a twinkle in his eye as he turned off the heat of the stove, gently taking your utensils out of your hands, “Anything you’d like to share?”

You gulped, Satoru squeezing you greedily and making it difficult for you to form sentences, “H-How did you find out?”

“Well, I might have peeked at your phone when you left it unlocked yesterday.” Satoru confessed, “I wasn’t planning on looking but when I saw the notification of someone begging you to write more of your threesome content, well, curiosity got the better of me.”

“Our baby has such naughty fantasies,” Suguru said, not giving you a chance to respond “But she kept it all to herself like a bad little girl. Why didn’t you tell us?” he leaned down to nibble at your ear, loving the cute yelp you let out, “Did you think we’d judge you?”

“I- I don’t know…” you mumbled, face so red it felt like steam was coming out your ears, “It’s…embarrassing- ah!” Suguru moved downwards and kissed your neck, his teeth digging into the sensitive patch of your skin, making you cry out loud. Satoru pouted before he let go of your ass, only to swing his hand down and give your butt a sharp slap, making you yell loudly.

“We could have been fucking you like the dirty slut you are, but instead, we held ourselves back because we didn’t want to scare you off.” Satoru growled, his hand making its way to your hair, grabbing a handful before he pulled harshly. You gasped as your head was tossed back, your boyfriends face looking down on you as his grip on your hair continued to be tight and unforgiving.

“Every time we fuck you- we’ve wanted to go wild.” Suguru confessed, his large hand slipping into your shirt, making you shiver as he touched your bare skin, “So next time, just be honest and save us the trouble, hmm?”

“You’re going to make it up to us.” Satoru said, leaning down to kiss your lips, a quick peck before he pulled away, a dark look in his eyes, “Get ready. We’re making those fantasies come true.”

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Your hands trembled, instinctively tugging at the handcuffs that held you tight against the headboard. The cool metal dug into your skin, showing no signs of letting up. Hands handcuffed above your bed, naked as the day you were born, you were at the mercy of your two men and they made sure of that.

Suguru giggled at your cute little yelp as he increased the speed of the vibrator, his grip of the wand tightening before he pressed it down harder on your clit. You screamed around Satoru’s cock, the man’s dick shoved down your throat, making you gag. He was practically straddling your head, knees on either side of your shoulders while Suguru sat between your spread legs, their eyes greedily taking in your nakedness.

“Yeah? You like that?” Satoru asked, looking down at you with a teasing grin on his face, sweat dripping down his brow. He was naked, veins throbbing in his arms as he gripped onto the headboard tightly, rolling his hips into your face, groaning at the sensation of you trying your best to take his fat dick. “You like that vibrator on your slutty little pussy, don’t you? Hmm? Like having my cock down your throat?” he asked, pausing his thrusting for a second to fully press his cock deep inside you, laughing as he felt you gag loudly around him.

“Oh, she loves it~” Suguru purred, dick aching in his boxers (wearing nothing but his underwear) as he ground the wand vibrator against you, mercilessly attacking your clit, “Her cunt is dripping~”

“Poor baby~ You must be so pent up since we’ve been making love to you like you were a princess. Guess we have to fuck you like a whore, hmm?” Satoru asked, biting his lower lip as he started thrusting into your mouth again. His muscles tensed, tossing his head back to moan as your sweet little tongue lapped at the underside of his cock, his heavy balls pressing against your chin every time he thrust.

“Stay. Still.” Suguru said with a click of his tongue as one arm gripped onto your knee tightly, the other still torturing you with the vibrator, “Keep moving your legs like that and I’ll punish you.”

You whined, your sounds taken by Satoru’s member, your body getting overstimulated. With a fat cock down your throat and Suguru playing with your pussy, you couldn’t help but start trembling, trying to push your legs together to give yourself a break from the onslaught on your cunt- but Suguru was having none of that.

He ignored your yelp as he pulled the vibrator away, taking away your pleasure so suddenly. But you barely had time to process that as he raised his hand and brought it down on your pussy, giving it a harsh, tight slap. You screamed from the pain, the vibrations of your mouth making Satoru moan as Suguru started spanking your pussy again and again. Slap after slap rained down on your cunt, the raven-haired man holding one leg tightly by the ankle while pushing away the other with his knee, truly keeping you spread as he spanked your pussy.

Your whole body writhed from the pain, the stinging sensation of Suguru marking your puffy pussy lips red. Your hands struggled against the handcuffs even more, your torso tossing and turning, Satoru giving you some mercy as he gently pulled his cock out of your mouth.

“Sorry! Fuck- I’m sorry- I’m sorry!” you pleaded through your gasps and coughs, and crying as Suguru slapped your cunt so hard it made you dizzy for a second, “Please- no more!”.

“No more what?”

“No more spankings- P-Please! Please don’t s-spank my p-pussy!” you begged, ears turning red from the embarrassment. You heard Satoru giggle above you, the man clearly more sadistic than you ever imagined as he tugged at his member, enjoying the scene of his best friend breaking you down perfectly. Even him touching himself right in front of you was torturous, your eyes homing in on the precum dripping out of his red tip, his cock covered in your saliva.

“I thought you liked it, baby.” Suguru said, taking some mercy on you as he gently rubbed your cunt, easing some of the burn, “Your characters get their pussy’s spanked so often. Don’t you feel bad for them if it hurts so much?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t know.” You sobbed, “It hurts- fuck- but it hurts so good!”

“Fuuuck Baby!” Satoru groaned, gripping the base of his cock tightly, his face red and excited, “Almost came from that~ I love seeing you look so pathetic for us.”

You whimpered, turning your face to feel Satoru’s warmth as he gently wiped a tear away from your eye. Suguru chuckled, leaning down to place a kiss to your cunt, your skin hot against his lips. Your back arched as he ran his tongue up your pussy, the man groaning as he tasted your slick, drinking you down like a drug.

“Oh~ I want a taste of that pussy too~” Satoru purred before he changed his position. Your eyes widened as he turned around, adjusting himself so his cock was once again over your face only now, he was facing your pussy in a classic 69. “Open up, princess.” He said, smirking as he pushed his cock into your mouth just as you opened your lips, “Suck my cock while we- oh yeah- play with this pussy~”

Satoru grabbed the back of your thighs, holding onto you tightly as he dipped his head between your legs, Suguru moving out of the way so his friend could mouth at your pussy. You squealed around his cock, the man already starting to thrust as he wrapped his lips around your clit before he sucked harshly. “Mmmph- fuck yes~” he moaned, lightly picking up the pace as he once again started fucking your throat, “This pussy is so fucking tasty~”

He opened his mouth wide and started flicking his tongue on your clit, letting out a lewd sound as he tortured your sensitive bud with his tongue. Not one to sit idly by, Suguru allowed his friend to tongue your cunt while he gently slid a finger inside you.

“Look at that. My finger went in so easily, baby.” Suguru said as he gently thrust the finger in and out of you, “This isn’t enough for you, is it?”

You whined around Satoru’s cock, unable to respond. But they understood. Suguru slid a second finger inside you, the slick sound of your cunt parting for him echoing through the air lewdly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he curled his fingers inside you just right, pussy gushing from the sensation. Satoru was still licking at your clit, giving your bud the occasional nibble to keep you on edge.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Suguru asked as he watched Satoru lick you up, his own fingers drenched, your juices dripping down, “Cock in your mouth as we play with your pussy like you’re our little toy~ Our sweet little fuck toy we can use?”

Your toes curled and your muscles tensed, opening your throat up as much as possible as Satoru mercilessly face fucked you, his balls slapping against you as he chased his pleasure. The metal of the handcuffs dug into your skin, your fingers clenching around nothing as you were driven closer and closer to your orgasm.

You were so close you could taste it, your mind descending into nothing but pleasure, the two men perfectly breaking you down into the slut they know you are. You fantasised about them as you wrote your fanfiction and for it to actually be coming true- you didn’t know how to handle it.

You were so close- so close! Your body tightened and your pussy clenched around Suguru’s fingers, the familiar sensation of an orgasm making itself known. You already knew this would be one of the strongest climaxes you’d experience and it almost scared you. But you were ready. You wanted this. You needed this. You needed them!

Your moans picked up the pace, getting louder and louder around Satoru’s cock, still obediently sucking him off as your body trembled. You were gonna cum! Cumming- cumming-

Only for them to stop.

You let out a scream as Satoru pulled his cock out of your mouth, both of them able to hear your shouts. You arched off the bed, your body trembling from the sudden absence of pleasure, your legs kicking at the mattress like a toddler as you writhed on the bed.

“Why? Why- I was so close- so close!” you sobbed, tugging at the handcuffs in a desperate attempt to touch yourself, only for it to be futile.

“Aww, poor princess.” Satoru cooed, kneeling over you still, his cock dripping your saliva back onto his face lewdly, “did you really think it would be that easy?”

“We’re going to edge you all night.” Suguru said, finally undoing his boxers before pushing it off, getting completely naked, “It’s your punishment for keeping your sluttiness a secret from us.”

You could barely muster up a protest as you were distracted by Suguru’s cock. His cock was just as beautiful as Satoru’s- long, thick and oh so delicious. He took your breath away everytime he got inside you, his skills rendering you a whining mess.

“If you try and cum without us knowing,” Suguru said, knowing your body like the back of your hand and well aware that you were close to your orgasm, “You’re going to be in a world of pain. Now come on. Beg for it.” He started teasingly slapping your pussy with his member, each strike making you twitch, “You know how to beg, right? Your characters beg so sweetly in your stories- I’m sure you can do it too~”

You gulped, mouth drooling and pussy trembling, their hard cocks right in front of you but refusing to get inside you. “P-Please.” You pleaded, feeling a rush of shame overcome you by uttering the word. “Do better than that.” Suguru said, his hand now on his member and lightly stroking it, showing you what you were missing out on. “I- Fuck- I need you! Both of you!” you said desperately. “Keep going~” Satoru purred, his tip just a hairs breath away from your lips, also close to orgasm, “what do you need?” “I need- fuck- I need your c-cocks!” you begged, tears in your eyes as you shamelessly conveyed your desires, “I need you inside me- I need you to fuck me!” “Good girl.” Suguru said, groaning as he finally- finally- started to push inside you, “And remember. No cumming.”

You tossed your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Suguru started spreading you apart, inch after inch burying into your sopping cunt. It was a delicious sensation, his cock stretching you out wonderfully, his thick cock giving you a nice burn. Suguru hissed as his dick was enveloped in your tight wetness, the texture of your pussy walls hugging it perfectly. His balls clenched and he knew he wouldn’t last long- the feeling of finally being able to treat you like the kinky slut you were driving him to the edge. They don’t call him a pleasure dom for nothing.

Without even saying anything, Satoru took advantage of your open mouth to jam his dick back inside your mouth, laughing at the surprised yelp and loud gag you let out. “I’m close baby~” he moaned as he was surrounded by your addicting heat again, “Make sure you drink it all when I cum down this slutty mouth pussy~”

They both started to fuck you mercilessly at once. And all you could do was lie there and take it. Suguru made you wrap your legs against his waist, leaning into you as he started pounding your cunt, balls slapping against you each time he thrust into you. Your pussy was so wet and hot- the sensation like a drug as he pounded you, his cock slamming against your cervix with each thrust.

“Fuck- I love this fucking pussy!” he groaned, tossing his head back as he mercilessly pounded you, chasing his pleasure, “So perfect for us- so greedy and desperate- want to fucking ruin you!”

“Mmm~ I can’t wait to fuck this slutty cunt~” Satoru said between moans, fucking down on your mouth as a hand came up to spread apart your pussy lips, giving him a perfect view of Suguru fucking your hole. “Pass me the vibrator, will you?”

You yelped, knowing exactly what he had planned as Satoru got a hold of the vibrator, switched it on before he placed it against your clit. You screamed around his cock, body thrashing at the overstimulation. The toy rubbed against your clit, the speed on the highest setting, making your vision blurry as he assaulted your sensitive bud.

“Fuck- oh yeah- that’s fucking great!” Suguru moaned, the vibration of the toy giving him added pleasure as well, “she tightened around me so much- fuck- slutty little pussy!”

You were in heaven and hell. The two men were using you in such a filthy fashion, making your body tremble from the intense pleasure. Suguru was fucking you so perfectly, his cock hitting your g-spot every time he thrust into you, your pleasure heightened by Satoru playing with your clit. He’d use the toy or sometimes even lean down to lick at your clit again, his hair brushing against Suguru’s abdomen every time he thrust forward. They were both so desperate and horny for you and it was amazing.

But, every time you were close, they’d stop.

You didn’t even need to say it- your moans and your body language was enough for them to know when you were about to cum and every time, without fail, they’d ruin your orgasm. Suguru would pull out and Satoru would stop playing with your clit, opting to slap your pussy and call it a ‘bad cunt’ as he took your climax away from you. Suguru once pinched your clit so harshly you swore you blacked out. Once they thought you weren’t going to cum, they’d get back into it.

“Oh baby!” Satoru moaned, finally reaching his climax. He forgoed the toy and instead focused on fucking your face, wanting to cum, “I’m close! Yes! Yes! Oh you naughty little minx! We’re going to have so much fucking fun with you!”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you got pounded from both ends- your jaw beyond sore. With a few more thrusts, Satoru finally came. He tossed his head back and moaned loudly, his cock lodged as deep as it could go inside you. He started to cum down your throat, giving you no choice but to drink it all up. You could feel his balls clench against you as he came, his hot seed pouring down your throat, warming you up from the inside.

“Ohhh yesss!” Satoru moaned, his body shuddering as he gently thrust his hips, milking his balls of every drop, “That’s it- oh yes~ That’s a good slut~”

You gagged around him, struggling to breathe and to drink down his cum, happy to have given him pleasure but distracted by Suguru still pounding into you. You were waiting for Satoru to get off of you and give your jaw some peace but…

He once again got his face close to your pussy, resting his elbows on the mattress and his chin on his hands as he stared like a pervert as Suguru fucking your cunt.

“Enjoying the show?” Suguru asked with a laugh, his body running a bit hotter at Satoru staring.

“Mmhmm,” Satoru said with a smile before he addressed you, “Keep cockwarming me, baby. Get me hard again so I can fuck this pussy next~”

Oh. Oh God.

“Fuck- I’m close!” Suguru groaned through gritted teeth, “And she’s close too- I can feel it!”

“Yeah?” Satoru asked, rolling his hips in a circle as he leisurely enjoyed your mouth like it was a fleshlight, “Should we let her cum? She’s been such a good girl for us.”

You whined around him, feeling like this entire night was you whining, trying your best to beg around Satoru’s cock in your mouth. You could feel him grow harder inside you, the sadist loving the fact that he made you so pathetic.

“Nah.” Suguru said, sweating as he pounded you mercilessly, “Not yet.”

“You hear that, baby?” Satoru asked, “You better not cum~”

You sobbed, tears pouring down your cheeks as they decided to continue torturing you.

“You gonna cum inside her?” Satoru asked his friend, knowing him well enough to know he was about to cum. “Fuck- I want to so fucking badly but- I don’t think she deserves it yet!” “Awww, the poor thing. She has such a huge breeding kink too!” “I know. Fuck- I’d love to dump inside this cunt and breed her but- fuck- I still think she needs to learn her lesson! Naughty little sluts who keep things from their boyfriends gets fucking punished! Oh fuck- yes- cumming- I’m cumming!”

With a shout, once again denying you your orgasm, Suguru quickly pulled out of you with the intention of finishing on you. “Fuck- Satoru!” Suguru moaned as the white haired man suddenly grabbed his member and started jerking him off. Satoru laughed at Suguru’s moans, his hand almost a blur as he jacked off his best friend, aiming the tip right at your pussy. In a matter of seconds, Suguru let out a loud moan as he came, tossing his head back as the pleasure hit him like a truck. He trembled as ropes and ropes of cum shot out of his cock, his balls clenching with each pump as he came all over your pussy. He stained your cunt white, making you whine as all of that cum wasn’t pumped inside you.

“Oh~ Look at all that cum on this pretty pussy~” Satoru moaned, letting go of Suguru to instead pet at your pussy, his fingers rubbing the cum into your skin before he collected a bit of it on his fingers to shove inside you. You gasped, body still on edge, your mind a mess of pleasure and humiliation as Satoru stuffed his friends cum into your pussy. He took some mercy on you and pulled his cock out of your mouth, enjoying your gasps and moans as you took in deep breaths, choking on your own spit as he got off of you.

“Please!” you begged, crying and you voice hoarse, “Please- Please let me cum! I need it! I’ll do anything!”

“Shhhh, relax, princess.” Suguru cooed as he and Satoru switched places, the white haired man settling between your legs with his cock hard once more, eager to fuck your cunt. You whimpered and cried as Suguru lied down next to you, his dick still hard and ready for more as he leaned down to kiss you, a sweet moment among all the depravity.

His hand gripped a breast, squeezing your boob as he kissed you, slipping his tongue into your mouth and making your body tingle from the sensation. He finally parted just as Satoru slipped his dick inside you, smiling as he watched your eyes water and your jaw drop from the sensation.

“Don’t start crying already, baby.” Suguru said, watching as your body started to bounce up and down from Satoru’s thrusts, Satoru immediately fucking you in a fast pace, “We’ve only just begun~”

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selfishdoll · 7 months

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NOW PLAYING…. HEARTBEAT

I wish we never fucked, and I mean that

HIS BLOODBAG ! vamp! kashimo hajime

cw: angst if you squint, reader is seen as a bloodbag & nothing more (at first), lowkey groveling kashimo, rough sex, frustrated kashimo, degradation & praise, mutual pining, kashimo is dumb when it comes to love, reader is sick of his shit fr, chubby reader, big dick kashimo, multiple orgasms, usage of pet names (pretty, good girl, sweetheart, etc), etc.

i saw fanart of him with fangs & i just had to. also this was going to go in a completely different direction but i started listening to jasmine sullivan & produced this. @kvsh1moz kept interrupting so i forgot to add biting i’m sorry y’all 😞

You were food and a release; nothing more and nothing less.

A savory taste attached to a warm plush body that Kamshiro Hajime sought to use however he wished. Your meeting was pure chance, the vampire coming across you while on a starving night. He still remembers what you wore: black heels, a long sleeve dress that rested at your ankles; hugging your curves so nicely so that he saw every dip, roll, and the nice shape of your ass. That was his only focus that night; your body and blood within your veins.

He doesn’t remember how he got his fill, how he got to feel you— and he doesn’t care. With your permission, with your obedience, he came again and again; seeking you out when he needed to feed or get his dick wet.

Like explained before, you were a bloodbag. You knew this all to well given Kamshiro told you little about himself and would stop you whenever you attempted to show affection. Pushing you away when you attempted to pleasure him, getting off the bed when you tried to cuddle; by the third time you got the message quickly. He was a vampire and you a lowly human, the dynamics wouldn’t work in an actual relationship.

It pained you at first. Your little heart yearning for this beast. Maybe you deluded yourself in thinking he was in love with you, given the way he treated you as if you were a goddess. Calloused hands tracing your skin, appreciating each mark, pudge, and scar that tainted it.

Perfect.. My perfect, girl.

 Was what Hajime would mutter right into your ear, spearing you on his cock— bullying you open with his length.

Maybe you couldn’t blame yourself. Any hopeless romantic would fall for that. And any hopeless romantic would hope he did as well.

But, of course, he didn’t. You were a bloodbag.

Nothing more and nothing less.

Your title slowly set in as months of your little escapades passed, the spark diminishing as they went by. You would be so into it at the moment, relishing under the pleasure he was giving you, happy to feed him with your blood. Until it all came crashing down the moment his body left your own.

One night, you had enough. Kashimo had came for the third time that week, hands caressing your body, ready to sink his fangs into you. The moment you shied away from his touch, however— he released you, eyes casing your body.

Your face, features, the way your chest was pumping with heavy breaths.

“You’re upset.”

“Yeah, I am.” You mumbled, adjusting your clothing back to the way it was. You turned to fully face him, yet refusing to meet his eyes. “I’m sick of this, Kashimo. This, this game— You come and go as you please..” Your head tilted to the side, “Using me.”

The room was silent for a moment before a sigh escaped the cyan-haired man infront of you. “I told you, not to fall in love with me.”

Hot tears threatened to spill from your eyes, head snapping to glare at him. “Yeah, well— sorry us humans aren’t as easy like you vampires are!“ You hissed, stepping forward. Kashimo glanced down at you, surprise twinkling in his eyes. You were never so forward or rather, direct with him. You played and skipped around your words a lot around him. A trait he found cute at the time.

But now, he knew you were serious. From the way your hands clenched to how you stared at him dead on.

“[Name]—“

“Don’t, [Name] me! Just— just get the fuck out!” You shouted loudly, raising to push at his form. He didn’t budge an inch and yet you still tried, smashing your hands into his chest. “Out of my house, out of my life! I never want to see you again, Kashimo!” You were in sobs at this point, hot tears trailing down your cheeks.

The man left without a single word. Left you there, in your kitchen— on your knees cradling yourself as you cried.

Two weeks passed since that episode, regretting your words each night you were left without warmth. You fucked up really, falling for a man like him. For a vampire. You truly forgot your place.

He would live for years, while tomorrow wasn’t promised for you at all. You were only a temporary spot in his life, a fact you ignored like an idiot. If you could go back in time you would ignore the invitation of Kashimo, realizing he was much more trouble then you could afford.

Tonight was no different than the previous, coming home from a long shift to your empty house. It was bittersweet. You missed his smell staining the air, missed his eyes watching your every move whenever he happened to enter your house before you. How Kashimo got in without a key was beyond you.

After a hot shower you exited the bathroom into your bedroom, settling down onto your bed and slowly peeling your fluffy towel off your damp body. Reaching over, you grabbed the vaseline from your dresser; scooping some into your hand and sliding it across your body. Once perfectly lathered and moisturized you pulled a silky black nightgown on, deciding to forgo panties given you were about to go to sleep.

And that’s when you heard it, a thud. Soft enough to cast off as the wind or maybe even a branch. But familiar enough a shiver went down your spine.

You rose from your bed, creeping out of your bedroom spotting a tall shadow at the end of the hallway. You gulped a bit, searching for something, anything to use. Once your gaze rested on your broom you snatched it away from the wall, holding it infront of you as if to use as a weapon. You held the pole tightly, attempting to ignore your nerves with each step you took.

As you grew closer and closer to the end of the hallway, you felt your heartbeat quicken. Until finally, you jumped out from behind the wall, eyes landing on the intruder.

Kashimo fucking Hajime.

Your previous scared expression turned drastically, jaw locking as you tossed the broom to the ground. “You don’t, fucking listen.”

“[Name].”

“I gave you such clear instructions, too!” You huffed loudly, walking over to your dining room table. You needed to busy yourself, you couldn’t face him. Looking at him again would only cause previously ditched emotions to arise, and you couldn’t let your resolve melt away like that. “Or are vampires suddenly deaf or something?” You would huff, aimlessly moving the mail around on the chocolate brown table.

“[Name].” Kashimo called once again, except, much closer. You turned around, back pressing against the table as the man towered over you— a breath’s away. Your eyes quickly fell to the ground, watching as he leaned; placing his hands onto the table behind you. “Look at me.”

You went silent, trying to ignore him. Something, he couldn’t bare.

For the last two weeks, Kashimo Hajime had an epiphany. For the first time in his bloodsucking life, he realized he was missing something. You.

He was too foolish to realize how much he wanted you, how his mind told himself you were simply a bloodbag.. while his body? Treated you how he wanted, like his. His to love, to care for, to be with. It was, frustrating. Kashimo had never fell in love before. It was pointless anyway, being tied to a single person — vampire or not — for his entire life.

And yet you creeped into his heart, plaguing it.

Torturing him when you declared you never wanted to see him again.

And now when you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“[Name]…”

Your eyebrows furrowed, annoyed by his third call of your name. “What, Kashimo? What—“ Your next words were swallowed by his lips, pulling the air out of you with how deep the kiss was. Your body reacted as if muscle memory, finding his broad shoulders, pressing yourself into his form. She missed him, more than you wanted to admit.

His hands moved away from the table over to your thighs, lifting you and placing you on top of the table. The man then pulled away, staring down at you with such fire in his eyes. “I missed you. I.. I need you. I was stupid to ignore your feelings, and mine too.”

Your hands slowly fell from his shoulders, shock forming your expression. “Haji..” You whispered, feeling the way his fingers clenched against your skin.

His face fell to your neck, hand rising to cradle the back of your head. “Forgiveness is not what I ask for. I simply want you at my side.” Kashimo’s face turned, lips pressed against your ear. “As mine.. not as a meal.”

Your heart swelled at his words, hands raising to grab his face. Pulling him back, you planted your lips against him, two words entering his mouth;

I’m yours.

That was enough for Kashimo, hands latching onto your hips as he deepened the kiss. Lips locking, tongues playing against each other; desperation emitting from the makeout. Your tongue glided across his fangs, the two of you groaning as the metallic taste of your blood tainted your mouths. Just from that his hands got busy, falling to your thighs and pushing them open.

The realization you had no panties on plagued your mind the moment you left him graze your mound, eyes widening and pulling away.

Kashimo was first to speak, “Did you know I was coming tonight?” He breathed heavily, a dirty smile on his face. There he was, Kashimo Hajime, spark back and confidence intact; ready to toy with you how he always did. His fingers spread you open, thumb pushing against your little bud.

Your thighs squeezed his forearm, leaning back on your arms. “N—no..” You gasped as you felt his fingers work into your, pushing against your gummy walls. You grabbed him, eyes lifting to his face, “A—are we seriously gonna.. here?” You motioned to the table you were currently sitting on, watching as his lips curled more.

Instead of a verbal response however, he plunged the thick digits deeper inside of you, watching as your pretty, bruised lips fell open to release even prettier moans. Kashimo leaned close, keeping a steady pace inside of you as his thumb pressed against your clit. So rough yet so gentle, so fast yet so slow— working you open for something much bigger.

“Couldn’t possibly wait with you looking like this.. wearing this.” The vampire breathed, eyes casing down your body clad in the lacey nightgown. Just as your end got closer and closer, you felt his fingers slow down; words drowning out your whines.

“Besides.. this is the perfect place.”

Your eyes opened with confusion, attempting to speak once again, only to be flipped around in one swift motion. Kashimo’s fingers withdrew from you, placing a hand against your lower back and arching you over the table. With the end of your dress rolled up, your were exposed to him; pretty slit wet with slick, essence collecting at your thighs.

A grunt escaped him as he grabbed your ass, spreading your cheeks to take in the way you were exposed even more. This position was so embarrassing for you, thighs trembling under his careful eye, face buried into your hands.

The embarrassment melted away the moment you felt his hot breath fan against your messy cunt, however.

Your body turned, catching his little cyan colored buns behind your ass. Your eyes widened as you felt his lips press against your folds, a gentle kiss for a moment before his tongue slowly spread you open. The feeling quickly consumed your body, nails grating against the table as you moaned.

His hand rose, slapping against your ass as a muffled face forward, escaped him. You whined at the sting, yet still obeying; face turning to stare ahead.

Within minutes he was ravishing you, pressing his tongue against you so expertly you saw stars. Gliding across your clit, sucking, nipping, making you jump each time a fang became dangerously close. The groans that escaped Kashimo’s throat vibrated your entire body, a man starved with your pretty pussy the thing to satiate the hunger.

“Oh, oh my god…” Your back arched as his thick tongue worked its way into you, walls clenching around it. Hajime gave your ass another slap, this time sink his fingers into your flesh to spread you open even more. You pushed back into his face, whining as fucked you with his tongue.

You were lost; lips open as his name came out in a broken prayer, tears ready to dribble down your features. He snuck a hand around you as the thrusts of his tongue quickened, using two fingers to roll sloppy circles onto your sloppier clit, grinning into your pussy.

So close you were, bent over that table with nothing to do but take it. Feel it and enjoy it. Your moans became desperate, tears now released as you got closer and closer— until it snapped. Gushing onto his tongue and face, feeling your essence trickle down your thigh.

“Hajime…” You cried softly, feeling him slowly rise away from you. You hiccuped as his hand found your throat, pulling you back into his chest. Hajime’s thumb pulled at your bottom lip, pressing his clothed length against your ass.

Your eyes closed as he kissed your wet face, relishing under the affection he was giving you. As if he hadn’t ruined you just a moment ago.

“Missed you so fucking much.. missed seeing you cry like this.” Hajime grunted into your skin, pushing his hips to grind into you. The vampire grinned at the pathetic moan that escaped you, rubbing his thumb across your throat. “She missed me too..” He spoke, other hand dipping down to glide his fingers across your slick folds, watching you tremble with sensitivity.

“Kashimo.. Please..”

“Please, what? I didn’t fuck you dumb enough you can’t use your words.”

You whined at his tone, pussy clenching around nothing as they muddled your brain even further. Your bruised lips pushed together into a pout, reaching to grab his wrist. “Please.. I need you so bad, Haji. Can’t even think..”

A dark chuckle escaped him, slowly releasing your neck, allowing your hot body to rest against the cool table. You felt him slowly push his pants down, feeling his hard cock brush up against your slit. “You don’t need to think about anything,” Kashimo hissed, grabbing your ass and spread you once more.

“— except for how good I’m fucking you right now.”

The words echoed in your mind, mouth hung open in a gasp as he plunged into you in one single flick of his hips. Your hands clenched, digging marks into your palms as his hands tightly gripped your hips.

Kashimo never waited with you, it just wasn’t who he was. The moment he was inside, he was pulling his hips back again; plunging himself even deeper than the first time. You laid there, back arched as sobs and moans escaped you. He was wrecking you, fucking you as if he would die if he didn’t.

Swears leapt from your throat, whining as you felt a tight grip come upon your braids, tugging your body up off the table. You pressed on your hands, legs shaking as Kashimo slammed into you with such force the table was shaking.

“Just like that.. stay nice and arched for me, baby. Fuck..” His words dragged, eyes nearly rolling back as he watched the way his cock disappeared inside you. The man wasn’t lying when he mentioned she missed him, your pretty, pink walls clenching him as if refusing to let him go. The sight itself nearly made him come.

“Slutty pussy.. taking me so well. Mm..” The man’s hips never faltered, grip remaining in your hair as his tip slammed into your g-spot. You lurched forward, the man instantly pulling you back by your hip. “Mmh, no running; stay right here and let me fuck you.”

Your moans and sobs filled the room, squelches of your messy pussy acting as background noise he relished in. Your throat was becoming raw, vision blurry, as your mine could only focus on each thrust into you. A steady rhythm that rendered you a shaking mess.

“Haji—! Fu—fuck, ‘m so close!” The cry leapt from your throat easily, sure your neighbors easily heard it. The band was tightening and tightening, stomach clenching as you felt your end nearing.

Fuck, fuck, fuck..! You were there, right there and then— he stopped.

An exasperated cry escaped you, attempting to speak, only for the man to roughly grab you; switching you onto your back. Pushing you up on the table — caring less for it —, he was plunging back into your deeply, pushing your thighs up to your chest.

The new position ruined you, eyes rolled to the back of your head as desperate, strangled noises escaped you. You were sensitive all over, mind lost as a fog covered it. You could only feel him.

Could only think of him. Only, Kashimo Hajime.

The vampire grinned down at your body, taking in your sight with pride. Only he could do such a thing to you. Only he was allowed to see you in such a state.. His perfect girl. Only his.

“Mm.. good girl. Focus only on me.” Hajime’s words were so gentle compared to his bruising pace inside you. Your wrist was grabbed, coming to place against your plush stomach. “I’m right here pretty girl.. You feel me?” He hissed, plunging deep inside, tip ramming against your cervix.

He knew the answer even if you didn’t couldn’t reply.

Your moans became even louder, legs shaking around him as your walls began to clench again. You reached to grip his arm for stability, tightening up, “Ha—Hajime..!”

“Mm.. Relax, sweet girl.” Hajime cooed, leaning down to hover over you, your legs now rested upon his shoulders. “Relax.. I got you. Cum all over me, make me a fucking mess.” His words were enough to send you over the edge, spraying all over yourself and him, back arching off the ruined table.

“Good girl, fuck.. good fucking girl.” Hajime breathed heavily, feeling the way your pretty pussy spasmed around him. His hips didn’t falter however, fucking you through your orgasm while chasing his own. The vampire smiled at the tired whine that escaped you, pressing his lips against your own.

“I know baby, I know.” He breathed, gripping you so tightly it was sure to leave marks. His thrusts became desperate, strong yet uncoordinated, slamming his cock into you so deeply before stilling completely; spilling inside of you.

The warmth caused your eyes to roll back, legs shaking as you felt his hot body rattle above you. Your conjoined pants filled the room, along with the soft creak of the poor table.

You sniffled as his hand rose to your face, wiping away your tears. You leaned into his touch, slowly coming down from your high, staring up at the man. Hajime smiled down at you.. except, this smile had a certain amount of malice behind it.

“Hajime..”

“I was away from you for two weeks.” He started, grinning at the whine that escaped you the moment he started to circle his hips.

“Not letting you go until we break this fucking table.”

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strwyofthesun · 10 months

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a workplace escapade

pairing: id!leon kennedy x agent!(f)reader

synopsis: you work at the DSO and your days there have become increasingly mundane till you are assigned to a mission with Leon under the president's orders. and ever since then, tension grows between the two of you in your workplace.

word count: 2.4k

cont: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, masturbation, oral (m receiving), slight degrading, overstimulation, breeding (?)

a/n: it's like 5 am here and i have not had a blink of sleep. also, is it normal to feel hella embrassed when writing smut? can't take myself seriously i sweaaar. stream sntv too, i was inspired by i can see you to write this cuz shits jus so good.

reblogs, comments, reqs are highly appreciated! <3

The days in the headquarters of the Divisions of Security Operations have been getting more and more tiresome the longer you’ve been working. When you were newly employed, the job seemed exciting at first. Working alongside the best of the best agents from all across different branches of the US federal government, it was nice to have more company and see new faces. Over time though, the missions increased in difficulty and you’ve seen friends and colleagues come and go. You’ve tried your hardest not to become numb to everything but hid your emotions of anger and frustrations. On days where you weren’t on the front lines fighting, you were in stuffy, cold rooms reporting on what happened during your missions and relaying the information you have found. Your work-life balance was basically non-existent at this point, spending most of your time in and out the headquarters and if you’re lucky, you’d get to go home and relax for a while until you are called again for the next assignment.

Nothing gave you any thrill or excitement anymore. Everything had become a routine to you, until, under the president’s orders, you and agent Leon S. Kennedy are paired together for a mission. You left your comfort of your home immediately as soon as you were called and headed to the white house to meet the president and Leon.

Leon wasn’t exactly a new name or face to you. You’ve heard about his deeds and he does live up to the name he has made for himself. There has been a couple of instances where the two of you would bump into each other in hallways, but other than catching each other’s glances, there wasn’t anything more to say really. Though, you had to admit, other than being one of the president’s bets, he had looks that could kill as well. It’s hard to miss him whenever he’s around. His striking blue eyes, tall figure, long blonde hair, and that charming smile of his. If only your job had room for having more of a life, you’d have probably fooled around with Leon by now. But sadly, that isn’t the case.

You shortly arrived at the foot of the president’s office and you could hear him talking to who you assumed was Leon. Two of the president’s bodyguards opened the door for you and you let yourself in.

“Ah, speak of the devil, she’s here.” The president said while smiling at you. “I’m sure you are acquainted with one another, yes?” He asked while looking at the two of us.

“Yes, Mr. President but it’s our first time working together.” You responded.

“Oh? Is that so? I trust that my best agents will be fine.”

You got flustered at the president’s comment and hear Leon chuckle from the side, “We’re flattered sir.”

The president soon briefed the both of you on what needs to be done and the goals you must achieve. You and Leon nodded in agreement and the president patted the both of you on the shoulder with a look of pride painted on his face. “Make me proud my agents.”

The mission went according to plan and was successful. The following day, the both of you return to HQ and prepare to report what happened. You sported a white long sleeve button-up that has been rolled up and a black skirt that hugged your figure nicely. It wasn’t all the time you wore an outfit like that whenever you reported back, so not only were people congratulating you for the successful mission but at the same time, complimenting you on your outfit. You arrived rather early in the meeting room as it was only you and a couple associates in the room. Later, heads started turning once Leon stepped into the room. He was wearing a blue suit with a white button up underneath, looking jaw-dropping to say the least. The men and women in the room stood up to shake hands with him as you patiently waited for your turn. You stood up and walked up to him while he checked you out.

“Nice outfit. Suits you.” He said smiling at you.

You returned the smile and said, “I can say the same to you.”

The two of you head to the front and start recounting the events that have occurred. Whilst you were talking, you noticed Leon from the corner of your eye, looking at you. But it wasn’t just a simple look, you could see his eyes shine as he drowned in the sight of you. It was as though he was undressing you with his stare. One of the associates asked Leon a question but he didn’t respond due to him still having his gaze fixated on you. You turn to look at him directly and uttered a small “Hey” to catch his attention. He snapped out of his trance and apologized. Leon answered the question and for the rest of the meeting he really couldn’t keep his eyes of you.

Once the meeting was finished, you came up to him and jokingly asked, “Did I have something in my teeth? Why were you staring?”

“Oh, was I? I didn’t realize… I'm sorry." He apologized.

“No need to apologize. It’s okay Leon.” You reassured him.

He then gestured for the door and held it open for you. You thanked him and went parted ways for the day. When you weren't on a mission, you mostly spent your time on your desk from morning till night while occasionally running into Leon if he wasn't on a mission as well. You’d give each other an awkward smile and go about your business. This went on for about a week and over time, Leon was suddenly all you could think about every time you’re at work. Hopping that you’d bump into him somehow or see him around the halls. The thought of catching him staring at you excited you. It felt like there was this electrifying tension between the two of you.

You were done working together for a mission, but something told you that this wasn’t just the end for the both of you. Impure thoughts filled your head, distracting you from your job. You could tell that it wasn’t just you, and that’s what thrilled you the most. Knowing that you both want each other, yet held back. It made you long for him even more. The times you and Leon would talk to each other for work purposes, the two of you kept your composure and kept it professional when deep down you both needed the fulfill the urge to be on each other's bodies.

It was getting late at night already and you yawned from the exhaustion of a long day’s work. You rummage through your paper looking for a specific document when you remembered that you had left it in a meeting room. You sighed and sluggishly make your way to the meeting room, cussing yourself out for forgetting and now you’re working overtime. As you approach the door, you hear noises coming from the room. You thought it was odd that someone was still in there since the building was almost empty at that hour. Leaning into the door, you peaked through the glass and see Leon, touching himself. He moaned your name under his breath along with profanities. This took you by surprise. You leaned even closer on the door and ended up accidentally pushing it, making Leon jolt knowing that he’s been caught.

He quickly zips up his pants and walks up to door to see who was looking, when he was then met face to face with you.

“I-I left something inside the room…” You stuttered.

Leon just looked at you panting slightly, forehead glistening with sweat and the buttons of his shirt open just enough to see his bare chest. You excused yourself and went in the room and grabbing the document you left when all of the sudden, Leon pinned you to the wall, barely leaving any space between the two of you.

“Are you really just going to leave me here?” Leon asked .

“You seemed… busy.”

Leon let out a chuckle and leaned in close to your ear, “I know you heard me…” His breath making contact on your skin made you shudder.

“Maybe I can help you out..." You whispered back dropping the document to the floor and placing your hand on his chest, slowly moving down, palming his hard dick through his pants. Leon buried his face into your neck trying to stifle his moans. You undo his button, unzip his pants, and pull it down along with his boxers.

You bend down to kneel infront of Leon and level with his cock. You run your thumb over his tip making Leon's breath hitch. You let your tongue slide along his shaft tracing the veins on it. Slowly, you take in his dick in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down while your hand stroked the lower shaft. You licked his tip and left kisses on it, teasing Leon. You speed up the pace leaving Leon breathless, throwing his head back.

"Faster..." Leon panted.

"I can't hear you, Leon. Speak up."

"Faster... please..." Leon says louder this time. you granted his request and start pumping him faster. His mouth is agape as he starts heaving heavily. It turned you on knowing that you could make the Leon Kennedy like this. The thoughts of you and him together were coming to life, and this was barely scratching the surface of all the things you've imagined.

"Fuck, I'm gonna... cum..." he said trying to desperately get out the words from his mouth. You moved even more swiftly this time until Leon came onto your hand and before he could even ride it out, you started stroking his still hard and now sensitive dick.

"Wha- what the fuck are y-you doing?" He hissed.

You don't reply. You just look at him in his eyes while you pick up the pace catching Leon off guard.

Leon whined, "Please..."

"Please what?" you responded.

"S-Stop..." He managed to say.

"And why would I do that? You seem to be enjoying it." you smirk as you stroked his dick faster and faster.

Leon started to tremble a bit and his cock twitched in your hand. He groaned at how you were pumping his overstimulated cock, continuously moaning, filling up the room with his whines and groans. He was begging to you to stop but you didn't. You didn't stop until he came again. And when he did, you finally let him ride his climax down.

Once he settled down, he looked at you menacingly and you thought to yourself, if eyes could kill, you'd definitely be dead by now.

"Stand up. You think I'd let that shit slide?" he said as he heaved. You stood up as Leon grabbed you and turned you around, your back facing his. He pulled you closer, one arm wrapped around your torso while the other snaked its way down to your core. His hand unbuttoned your shirt, slid its way into your bra, and fondled with your boobs, leaving a moan escape your mouth. His other hand moved in tight circles around your clit, doubling the pleasure you were feeling at that moment. Leon pulled your skirt up and pulled your soaked panties down. He slipped his dick inbetween your thighs just right at the surface of your cunt. He thrusted back and forth making sure his dick isn't in you on purpose. He was teasing you and you were starting to become needy.

"Leon... put it in me..." you tried pleading with him.

"Beg for it." He responded, his lips curling into a smirk as he continued moving his dick through the folds of your slick cunt. "Please Leon... I need you in me." Hearing you beg for him, he gave into it and rammed his dick in your cunt leaving you and him gasping at the sudden movement.

"Leon what the fuck?!" you screamed. "I gave you what you wanted didn't I? Ungrateful bitch..." Although Leon was cussing you out, you didn't feel any sort of hatred or resentment towards him. In fact, it turned you on even more and Leon was catching up to it.

"You like it when I call you a bitch huh?" he asked as his hand moved from your boobs to your jaw, squeezing it.

He moved closer to your ear and whispered, "Or would you prefer if I called you a slut instead? Would you like that?" You nod your head in response.

"My, my, what a dirty little slut you are... I can't wait to fuck you like one." He said as he lets go of his grip on your jaw.

"I'll be your slut and yours only... Use me however you like. I'm at your disposal Leon." You said breathelessly.

"Oh I'll never dispose you. I'll make sure I fill you up with my cum like the fucking slut you are. So shut the fuck up and take it." Leon whispered as he started pounding hard into you leaving you in shambles. Whatever mess you left Leon in a while ago, you were now twice the mess he was.

Leon was fucking you in every spot you thought nobody could even fucking reach. He placed his hands on your hips and gripped it tightly as he pounded his cock deep into you. You were panting, breathing heavy, moaning, whining, all of the above.

"Good girl... You really are taking it like a slut. So fucking good for me."

Your walls tighten around Leon's cock, milking him off everything he had in him. You scream, "Le-Leon! F-Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

"That's right cum for me, princess." You came screaming his name but he didn't stop. "Leon! S-Stop please..." You begged.

"Why would I stop? I haven't even came yet." He said with a smirk plastered on his face. All your pleading went in his ear and out the other. He continued ramming into you while your eyes welled up with tears from the feelings of pleasure derived from pain. As much as it hurt, you didn't want it to stop either. Leon quickened his thrusts and grunted as he came, feeling his hot cum fill you.

"Take all that in." he moaned into your ear. As he was filling you with his seed, tears streamed down your face from the overstimulation. Leon pulled out and made you face him.

"Don't cry princess, isn't this what you wanted?" Leon said as he kissed the tears off your face. Trails of kisses from your cheeks led to your lips and the both of you share a long and passionate kiss before pulling away and fixing each other's clothes.

Maybe overtime wasn't so bad after all.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #resident evil #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon scott kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil smut

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jjuniehao · 1 year

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[02:18 am]: seo changbin

“binnie, are you still awake?”

“hmm.”

there’s a silence, changbin seemingly going back to sleep while you try to decide on the best way to get him to agree to your late night escapade plan you’ve been brooding over for the last hour.

it’s not your fault you can’t sleep, and some convenience store ramen or some cheap burger do sound incredibly tempting right now. if only your hunk of a boyfriend wasn’t such a sleepy head, that is.

well, it is 2 am, to be fair. a perfectly reasonable time to be sleepy. also a perfectly reasonable time to get stuffed with junk food on an empty playground, talking about dating worms or the possibility of different universes.

or whatever it is those aesthetic #couplegoals couples do.

you shuffle closer to him, wrapping yourself around him, effectively making him the little spoon. he hums appreciatively, though sleepy, and you can feel his hand come up to rest over yours, lacing your fingers together. you decide to butter him up a little, resorting to littering some kisses on his back, slowly working your way up to his neck.

changbin knows you. he knows your strategy, he’s familiar with your tactics to get him to give in. with a sleepy grumble he frees himself from your grip, turning around to be face to face with you. if he didn’t know that you were about to ask for something he knows he definitely doesn’t feel like doing, he’d coo at you for looking at him so sweetly.

“spit it out,” he grumbles, voice scratchy from sleep, eyes hazy and unfocused. you pout a little from the accusatory tone he has, as justified as it might be, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, “what’s that supposed to mean, bin?”

he observes you for a bit, hand eventually coming up to cup your cheek, his eyes carrying a soft look in them now. “baby, we both know you want something. so please, just tell me,” he murmurs, shuffling so your faces are closer, noses practically touching.

placing a few gentle kisses to his lips, your last ditch effort to soften him up enough to agree, “can we go get some snacks? maybe some fries? or ice cream, you were craving ice cream yesterday baby.”

changbin stares at you, his eyes darting all over your face in a desperate attempt to find even the tiniest hint of humour or mischief on your face. “now? now at,” he lifts his head, eyes squinting to read the time on the alarm clock on the bed side table, “at 2 in the morning? baby, really?”

you just nod sheepishly, wrapping your arms around him again and placing a lingering kiss to his jaw. “i think it would be fun.” changbin sighs, closing his eyes in a futile attempt of drowning you out, because every one of your kisses is slowly chipping away at his resolve.

does he want to go out at two in the morning? no, he doesn’t. there is no reason for him to be outside that late, especially not when he could be in bed with you, all cuddled up, warm and cozy instead.

and his love for that warm and cozy feeling is the exact reason he lowly grumbles while getting out of bed, feet dragging against the floor while he searches for a hoodie for you to put on — because it’s the same feeling he gets when you look at him with that lovestruck smile on your face, the same one he knows you’ll give him once you’re happily munching on your ramen later.

“we’re getting ramen.”

part of the bucketlist boyfriends series

*i can’t link it since it won’t show up in tags if i do </3

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spiriteddreams · 11 months

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green is your fav colour bc it's the colour of sae itoshi's eyes a/n: @aimixx this is for you :D

“green is my favourite colour.” you hum, scrolling through your phone whilst your head rests on sae’s lap, both of you cuddled up on the couch. on his rare days off, you find that both you and sae much prefer to soak up each other’s presence in the comforts of your own home rather than find somewhere to go out. in these walls you put on music in the background, some record that sae had thought was your favourite, but slowly grew on you. hands card through your hair, gently tugging at tangles before he leans down to peck your face. anywhere but your lips. and now, you lie together on the couch, humming along to the music as sae indulges in your mindless chatter.

“may i ask why?” he doesn’t look down at you, eyes focused on the game playing out onscreen in front of him. they dart back and forth as he follows the ball. and despite how calm he may look, you know he’s trying hard not to react to the plays and calls made during the game.

“because it reminds me of grass or trees and…” you trail off. sae looks down at you, his own curiosity tearing through his attention on the game. you wait as his eyes meet yours and a gentle smile comes across your face. his hair falls into his face, tickling his cheeks as gentle, teal-green searches for what you will say next.

“and?” his tone is dry and almost flat but you know sae well enough to hear the softness of his words.

“and your eyes.” you hold his gaze, let the words, as cheesy as they are, sink in. you watch them process and the way he rolls his eyes, head shaking in amusement and smile tugging on his lips. he leans down closer, nose brushing against yours as he silences your giggles with a kiss. hands come to cup your face, his thumb tracing down your cheek before he pulls away.

he hums, “who gave you that line.”

“i came up with it on my own!” sae grins and leans back, hand running through his hair. his shift lifts next to your face, offering you a peek at the smooth skin before he’s tugging his shirt down, muttering how you need to stop staring so shamelessly at him.

but how can you not? how can you not stare when he fixes you with those eyes, a gentle teal-green with softness saved for your eyes only. itoshi sae is just so pretty, it’s impossible not to stare. and he knows. oh, he’s well aware of the way eyes follow him across the field, the way the spotlight gravitates towards him and the crowd roars his name. but throughout it all, his heartbeat stays steady, as if the chants and the screams and the blinding light didn’t affect him at all. and perhaps it didn’t, after all, he had grown up in this light far too quickly, a childhood torn away as he flew across the world. but when sae catches your eyes on him, he hates the way his breath hitches. he knows his eyes soften involuntarily, and a hint of a smile tugs up on his lips. but he has a reputation to uphold, so rumours be damned, he’ll let the media write up a storm while he slips into the shadows to your embrace.

you poke at his stomach, pulling him from his stream of thoughts. he hunches over involuntarily, hands coming to tangle with yours as he leans down and murmurs, “don’t start, love, you’re playing a dangerous game.”

the grin on your face is nothing less than cheeky as you bite back, “and so what if i am? what are you going to do about it?” sae narrows his lips but that smile tugs wider. in the background, he hears the song coming to an end, the crescendo signifying the end to your little escapade to the couch. and with his natural charm, drags his fingers along your arm, higher and higher, tapping your cheek and brushing across your lips before he replaces his finger with his own.

“you’re going to be the death of me, mi amor.”

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#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #blue lock fluff #spiriteddreams writing #spiriteddreams

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gayandfairycore · 1 year

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Marmalade and mischievous mornings

Summary: spending a morning in 35 portland row, regular shenanigans ensue between the four of you.

Word count: roughly 800 words(?)

A/n: this is my first time writing for lockwood and co. So I hope I did the characters justice! Feedback is muchly appreciated but please do be kind, This is not proof read.

The smell of toast, and marmalade filled the little kitchen at 35 Portland row, the comforting yellow light of the kitchen casted a warm shadow over the inhabitants of the house. The thinking cloth white, and yet covered in inky black doodles, and words scrawled messily down on the white tablecloth. the biscuit crumbs that seeming always found home on the table had began to make your arms itch as you sat next to your friends around the table, a warm cup of tea in hand.

As an ever drying pen is left uncapped, and discarded. The soft linen curtains blew in the mid morning air a conversation started to arise between the group of four. The conversation went a little something like George rattling on about the case they had just completed, Lucy calling the fact that it was clearly was not a low level type one and was actually very strong type two and that George was getting rusty on his research skills.

you couldn’t help finding it a bit funny that everyone around the table were in their pjs having a slow morning like usual to rejuvenate themselves after exhausting nightly escapades.

George had yet again refused to wear trousers, Lockwood a plain white tshirt on, as opposed to his regular suit and cut tie. Lucy an oversized shirt, and some comfy shorts, you having adorned something quite similar to Lucy. opting for a band shirt, pj shorts and some fluffy socks. It didn’t look like only last night three out of the four had almost died, in fact it looked as if the four of them had just had a slumber party.

Sadly it wasn’t a slumber party, instead they spent majority of last night running for their lives in a panic, away from a powerful ghost that they were unprepared to face. so majority of the group were surely going to be aching for the next few days.

munching down on a piece of toast and sipping your tea, the warmth from the chipped glass radiated to your hands, the steam from your tea momentarily being inhaled. a soft smile graced your features as you sipped your tea, Lucy and George’s bicker had yet to be stifled.

When you joined the agency Lockwood had actually warned you to usually just tune them out, that’s what he did. It made you laugh originally but dwelling on it now you’ve decided tonight you’ll pull him aside an ask him to teach you to tune out the friendly bickering.

“clearly you’re just a bit rubbish of a ghost hunter then!” George yelled, clutching his biscuit as he swung out his hands, shrugging his shoulders.

“Rubbish?!” Lucy exclaimed in faux outrage, a piece of buttered toast hanging from her mouth as she spoke the gravity of her exclamation declining as it came out muffled by the aforementioned toast.

“I am not rubbish, george karim! how many times have I come to your rescue? Hmm. You wouldn’t call me rubbish then!” The brunette persisted pointing her half eaten toast piece at him her eyes glared at the boy.

Knocking the piece of toast away from himself, “that’s different!” He retorted as slumped back in his chair slightly coy smile adorning his features.

“Oh is it?” The brunette raised her eyebrows her voice no longer yelling, George gulped quietly slumping impossibly deeper in his chair at the girl, her voice lowered in a warning. The same warning voice she used when they had first met. Watching the scene play out from across the table, toothy grin on your face as you admired your friends, your eyes caught Lockwoods. majority of his face hidden behind a crumpled and tea stained newspaper.

You watched as he shook his head at his friends antics, chuckling into his tea cup. Your eyes meeting in a silent melancholic comforting moment.

your attention only moving when you heard your name called, ”cmon y/n back me up!” Lucy’s expecting gaze told you that you had missed something.

Your eyes darting between the pair nodding unsurely and feigning confidence as you replied with an “oh yeah, absolutely what she said.” Before tilting your head in subtle exasperation taking a large sip of your tea, to mask your embarrassment of admiring Lockwood so much that you had managed to tune out the pair.

“No! Y/n how could you!” George exclaimed mock outraged taking over his expression as he slumped back in defeat, Lucy’s laughter filled the air, a lost expression passed over your face as you glanced between the pair, Lockwood pulling you into his side to answer your unspoken question,

“she just stated she’s the better researcher than him, and that anyone would agree she could do it with her eyes closed.” Lockwood smirked stifling a chuckle as he let go of your arms “and you just agreed with her”

The boy smirked, flicking out his news paper with flourish.

Your mouth formed a ‘o’ at the revelation, before a cocky smirk overtook your face “I mean George may be a the best researcher- No offence, Luce-” you pause, looking at their confused and impatient faces with a coy smile hands in in the air as you point to them.

“But what I want to know is, whose the best ghost hunter?” Leaning back in your chair you watch as chaos ensues clasping your hands tigether like you were an old villain

“I’m sorry?”

“Excuse me?”

Both Lucy and Lockwood exclaim, the latter dropping his news paper onto the table and the force shaking and spilling his tea.

A silence formed over the room, as George watched as his competitive friends began to turn on eachother in friendly competition.

“No offence Lockwood, you may be a prodigy and all that but it’s got to go to Lucy!”

“Y/n!” Lockwood exclaimed his eyes darting wildly as his mouth agape

George reclining in his seat as he stifles a laugh lockwood whirling around to face the boy attempting to look serious and upset.

“George- do you think this is funny?!” The ebony haired boy exclaims, as a chuckle breaks midway through his facade as he speaks.

A mischievous grin adorns George’s face as he replies “I do actually I think this is very funny!”

“Lucy cmon back me up here!?” Lockwood pleads his hands together in a prayer eyebrows raised

“Sorry Lockwood!” Lucy retorts “But y/ns right I’m just the superior ghost hunter.” The girl replies straightening her posture and flipping up imaginary jacket cuffs.

A plan begins to formulate in lockwoods mind “Well if it’s like that then” he states before pulling you into him and tickling you

Between bouts of giggles you exclaim “lockwood! Lockwood! No! Oh cmon!”

His fingers never stopping their assault at your side no matter how much you try to wriggle away, he only stops tickling you to bargain

“Say that I’m the best ghost hunter you’ve ever known!”

Struggling to breathe through your laughter you chuckle out an estranged “No!”

Lockwood smirks “Alright then.”

His fingers moving at your sides painfully fast breathlessness taking over you, as tears well in your eyes loud laughter fills the kitchen.

pouting your lips you exclaim in defeat“okay! Okay! You’re the best ghost hunter I’ve ever known!”

Lockwood stops his assault at your sides smiling and slinging his arm over your shoulder before he taunts the brown eyed girl

“see Luce, there’s only one person here whose the best ghost hunter-“ mischievous looks are shared between you, George, and Lucy. As you move yourself from under the arms of the boy.

Lucy exclaims a “sorry Lockwood! But it’s not you, george get him!” And with her exclamation both you and george begin to ambush the boy flinging your body onto his back watching as he loses his footing. Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck like he was giving you a piggyback.

“Ah- uh oh!” His yells voice high pitched and shrieking laughter fills the room despite the mess that had somehow accumulated over the time you had been in a tickle fight.

The spilled tea over old newspaper clippings a spilled tub Or marmalade staining the thinking cloth

As the sound of a camera flashing momentarily blinds both you and Lockwood as you both come toppling down the wooden floor your body above lockwoods.

Bashfulness blooms in your chest “oh uh sorry-“

Lockwoods narrows his eyes in disappointment “No it’s quite alright” he murmurs. Moving to sit up on his elbows a look of surprise takes over his face as you turn to look behind you

Your two friends about to dog pile you both both you and Lockwood exclaim almost at the same time “George, Lucy you don’t have to do this!”

The two share a glance at eachother before flinging their bodies onto you both collectively collapsing your attempts to get up. groans leaving you and Lockwood at the added weight.

#Lockwood and co #Lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #Lucy carlyle x reader #george karim #George karim x reader #Lockwood and co fluff #x reader

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drunk-on-dk · 1 year

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Okay imagine being at a club and some drunk loser won't leave you alone and then suddenly out of the blue this super hot Stanger aka our man DK swoops in and pretends to be your boyfriend till that loser leaves. You start the night with talking but it ends with his fingers buried deep inside you inside on of the bathroom stalls. (Yes okay I think this is hot enough)- Sam @dkakapizzaboy

P.s. this DK to be specific

SAM, OH MY I - the picture is enough to ruin me quite honestly.... but PLEASE i absolutely love this... ahem *cracking my knuckles* i cannot FOCUS with these thoughts but HERE WE GO, thank you so much for this inspo (i am dying inside) and I hope you enjoy (pls suffer with me)

warnings: smut (minors DNI, 18+ only), a sleazy man at the bar making unwarranted advances, fem-bodied reader! wears a skirt, Seokmin calls reader his girlfriend, pet names (babe), vulgar language, mentions of alcohol, semi-public sexual escapades, hand kink maybe?, fingering, I probably am forgetting something w/c: ~1.7k words

Seokmin couldn't stand it any longer. He had been watching you for quite some time now; at least long enough to the point that he has fully tuned out the loud chatter of his friends. Seokmin would not be able to jump back into the conversation if anyone were to ask him a question, as his focus has been set on the sleazebag who has been making advances on you at the bar for far too long.

You had been holding your own for a while, Seokmin had settled that since you were a stranger and you seemed quite independent, he would hold back on interjecting at first. However, anyone could tell that you were growing more and more uncomfortable as the drunken fool encroached in and consumed more of your personal space.

With one last sip of his beer, he finishes what remained of the golden liquid. Seokmin was abruptly hopping up out of his chair after growing restless. Mingyu shot him a questioning look, but Seokmin assured his friend with a pat on the back.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to go grab another drink." Mingyu nods in acknowledgment. However, he does sense a shift in Seokmin's demeanor as the boy stalks over to the bar. It isn't typical to see Seokmin look so stern, his sharp features accentuated by the way he clenches his jaw.

Seokmin swiftly muscles between you and the guy who has been heckling you for the past ten minutes, acting on the spot when the guy visibly and verbally protests Seokmin's sudden appearance.

"Sorry I've been gone for so long, babe," Seokmin's gaze is warm and bright when he looks you in the eyes for the first time, immediately, maybe naively, earning your trust. A shimmer of concern flashes in his eyes which has you quickly catching onto his antics.

"No worries," you sigh, seeming relieved by his reliable presence, and the way your voice slightly wavers confirms Seokmin's suspicions that you had been highly uncomfortable prior to his interjection.

Seokmin observes that you are stunning, even more so up close than you were from afar. However, the way your eyes dart over his shoulders towards the clearly peeved man has Seokmin coming back to reality. He's turning to the man, piercing eyes providing him with one final warning.

"Sorry, bro. I'm stealing my girlfriend back, you can hit the road, man."

"All yours," the guy is clearly annoyed, but he's stumbling backward into the crowd with little hesitation.

Seokmin is scoffing at the guy's audacity, turning back to you with eyes that shift from sharp to kind in a matter of seconds.

"Are you OK?" Seokmin asks, his voice soft and smooth, yet deep enough to reverberate over the loud music of the bar. "I'm Seokmin by the way. Sorry, I had to hop in, that was going on for too long."

You chuckle, cheeks blushing upon realizing just how attractive your savior was. Yeah, you had the situation under control, but you couldn't deny you did appreciate his help. You're also quick to deem him as one of the sexiest men in the bar, the deep V of his button-up making your mind run wild for a second too long.

Hmm, sweet, sexy, and well-dressed. You could feel the arousal start to pool in your panties.

"I'm Y/N," you smile, gaze following his nimble fingers as he tries to get the bartender's attention. "Thanks for the help, I swore that guy wasn't ever going to leave."

You both chuckle, Seokmin flashes you a dashing smile that almost has you collapsing to your knees.

Was it always this hot in this bar? Why can't you stop staring at his hands that are now splayed out on the bar?

"What do you want to drink? Seems like you need one after that."

You scoff, "shouldn't I be buying you a drink after that? No one's ever acted like my fake boyfriend before."

"It would be my pleasure as your boyfriend to buy you a drink."

You're blushing, but you pray that the dim lighting of the bar won't show how warm your cheeks have become. "Hm, seems like now that one problem is gone, there is yet another problem," you banter, and it has Seokmin's smile extending up to his eyes.

You watch as his chuckle reverberates through his chest; long, deft fingers on display as his hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck shyly.

Oh, your panties have to be soiled by this point.

"I'm just kidding, you know," your voice is low, seductive, and tempting. It's clear something has shifted in the air between you two. You're emboldened by his stare, his carnal gaze darkening as he scans your body up and down.

Fuck it, your hand is wrapping around his wrist, and you're pulling him into the dark hallway that leads to the bathrooms.

You're both stumbling into the bathroom, locking the heavy door behind you two, and Seokmin's lips are clashing hungrily with yours. Your hands are roaming his body, running up his torso to his exposed chest, and fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"Ah, ah, ah," Seokmin scolds, breathing against your lips before running his tongue across your bottom lip. You grant him access, your tongues battling for dominance as his hands grasp yours. His larger hands envelop yours, sending shivers down your spine as he licks into your mouth, only making you grow hungrier for his touch. "Let me take care of you."

"Please," you simper, head falling to the side as his lips venture to your neck, one hand letting go of yours as it travels from your waist to your hip, and all the way down between your legs. His hand runs up and down your inner thigh, teasing the entrance under your skirt and nearing your panties.

The cool touch of his hand so close to your nether regions has you letting out a surprised moan. The hand that isn't between your thighs is darting up to your mouth.

"Hush, babe," Seokmin coos, large hand cradling your jaw as he probs his thumb at your lips. You are quick to pick up on his cue, taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking at the digit. The innocence in your eyes almost has him crumbling for you.

His whole body quakes with desire when you circle your tongue over his thumb, his hand vibrating all from the way you moan and making him tingle all the way down to his cock. His eyes clamp shut when he runs his fingers over your folds, your damp panties indicating just how aroused you are.

He's quick to forgo your panties, dexterous fingers pushing the pesky lace away as he experimentally dips between your folds. Your cunt is warm, welcoming, and sticky with arousal just as he imagined.

You so badly needed his touch, your hips crooning into his as he begins to press his fingers even deeper into your dripping cunt. Seokmin's thumb is released from your lips when your jaw falls slap, head rolling back to fall against the wall of the bathroom.

A trail of your spit runs from your lips down your neck as Seokmin traces the strained muscles in your neck, watching how the tendons pull when his fingers fill you all the way.

You're holding onto his arms for dear life, your grip on him being the only thing that is keeping you standing as he begins to thrust his fingers relentlessly in and out of your cunt.

"H-holy shit, Seokmin," you breathe out a pathetic whine, eyes opening to meet his hazy, stormy ones. You can tell he's a bit breathless himself, his eyes darting between yours and where his fingers continue to get sucked back him, even deeper with each plunge into your hungry pussy.

You can feel the hardening bulge in his trousers, his length pressed up firmly against your hipbone, only making you feel even dizzier with desire. Seokmin doesn't let you touch him though when you attempt to.

"Please," he whispers, lips diving back down to capture yours. "I just want to get you off like this."

You mewl, nodding in agreeance when he curls his fingers even deeper inside of you. There is no way he could focus if you were touching him too, he wanted to make sure you were taken care of first.

You're shocked by how vocal he is, groaning into your neck as he leaves a hot trail of kisses down to your collarbone. Even when you moan a bit too loudly, his free hand is running back up to your mouth, clamping it shut so that no one can hear your sounds but him.

He's fingering you at a brutal pace, fingers curling expertly until your thighs begin to shake from the building heat in your core. You're moaning so loudly into Seokmin's hand that you're glad it is there.

Seokmin can feel your walls gripping his finger impossibly tight, feeling them flutter as you clearly approach your release.

"C'mon, Y/N," he breathes out, "let go for me."

You're nodding, listening to him as your walls clamp down before throbbing from euphoric release. Your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, juices covering Seokmin's hand as you shake in his hold.

You let out a reluctant sigh when Seokmin pulls his fingers from your cunt, immediately feeling empty when you're not filled by him. You moan in delight when his fingers, wet with your slick, come up to your mouth for you to taste yourself.

"So sexy," he sighs, almost looking sad as if he assumed the night was over.

"Your place or mine?" You propose, an evil glint in your eye that has Seokmin realizing he is in for a long night.

"Shit, let's go."

Mingyu sits back in his stool when he sees you and Seokmin slip by; his friend paying him no attention as you two seem to rush out of the bar. Mingyu chuckles to himself, Seokmin sure has a lot of explaining to do tomorrow.

#sam u demon ily #seventeen smut #svt smut #svthub #dk smut #dokyeom smut #lee seokmin smut #lee dokyeom smut #seokmin smut #sky’s favs 💫#asks 🌙#sam 🍕

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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{22} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Yunho, Mingi, San, and a tad of Yeosang and Hongjoong)

Words: 10,887

Warnings: Blood mentioned, minor violence. A real bad headache. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Finally, the moment I have been waiting for!! Ehehehe, I am so excited for the next chapter to come out since it’s what I've been planning since the beginning. The bombshell is finally here!!! I really hope you all enjoy this part and will look forward to the upcoming chapters. I have a lot planned! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - Part Sixteen - Part Seventeen - Part Eighteen - Part Nineteen - Part Twenty - Part Twenty-One - Mini Masterlist

Waking up with a headache is certainly not on your list of things to do today. Alas, as soon as you feel the edges of consciousness returning to you, you can feel a small pounding in your head. There seems to be one spot in particular that the pain radiates from, but it’s faint enough that you can ignore it for now. Besides, you have more important things to be focusing on.

The pillow you are resting on steadily rises and falls along with your every breath, a content hum sounding against your ear. You smile in response, subconsciously shifting closer.

Faintly, you register low laughter rumbling out from beneath you.

“You’ve been holding her all night,” you briefly hear Yunho’s low voice coming from beside you, feeling a hand resting on your lower back, who’s thumb strokes gently over your skin beneath your shirt.

“It’s not my fault she draped herself over me in her sleep,” you hear Mingi reply, somewhat giddily.

True to his words, you realize that you are quite literally laying half on top of him right now. Your head rests comfortably on his chest, arms wrapped securely around his torso as your one leg is tossed over his thighs.

A smile pulls at your lips as you hear his heart begin racing at the way you tighten your grip around him the slightest bit. You hum contently.

“Good morning, Starlight,” Mingi lightly trails the tips of his fingers over the side of your face, caressing you softly.

“Good morning, Min,” you reply, voice low as sleep still clings to the edges.

“Did we wake you?” Yunho leans the slightest bit closer to you, and you can feel his one leg pressing up against yours beneath the sheets.

You shake your head, a soft ‘no’ leaving your lips as your eyes remain closed for the moment. You are more than content to continue laying in their embrace like this for the time being, seeing as you are much too comfortable to move.

“Did you sleep well?” Mingi asks, hand moving to cup your cheek tenderly as his thumb strokes gently over your skin.

A content hum leaves your lips as you nod. “Very.”

You shift the slightest bit, turning more to lay on your side and feeling just how close Yunho really is to your back as his chest presses against you. Slowly, your eyelids flutter open, looking up to see Mingi already staring at you with such a fond gaze.

Exactly three days have passed since your little escapade in the cinema room, and you’ve noticed how all of them have been that much more affectionate with you lately. If one of them doesn’t have their arm wrapped around your shoulders, or your waist, another is holding your hand, or resting theirs on the small of your back. You’ve taken the liberty to have one or more of them spend the night with you since the second day had passed, feeling the need to have the comfort of their presence with you as much as they have yours.

Which is exactly how you find yourself curled between both Mingi and Yunho right now.

“I always sleep better when I’m holding onto something,” you remind them, and you watch as a brilliant smile stretches across Mingi’s face.

“You can hold onto me for as long as you’d like, Starlight,” he leans in to place a tender kiss onto the skin of your forehead, loving the way you stare back at him with wide eyes as he pulls away.

Little do you realize the pout that Yunho wears behind you.

“I really appreciate that, Min,” you smile, hand coming up to rest on top of his chest for the moment. “You both seriously don’t know just how severely touch starved I am.”

“We’re all more than happy to hold you whenever, wherever you’d like, Petal,” Yunho keeps his voice low, placing a tender kiss onto the nape of your neck. “For however long you want us to.”

Now, a pout begins to pull at Mingi’s features as he watches you turn around in his arms to face his brother, much to Yunho’s content.

“Thank you, Universe,” a pleased hum escapes your lips as you curl yourself against his chest, tossing your leg over his waist in the next moment. “You too, Moonlight.” You turn your body just enough to look back at him from over your shoulder, noticing how Mingi's pout immediate softens into a small smile as he sees you gazing so fondly at him. “I appreciate you staying.”

“We wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” Mingi’s response is immediate, and you can feel both of their chests hum in content against you.

A soft smile pulls at your features as you reach behind you to grab Mingi’s arm, wrapping it around yourself, and tucking it into your chest as you turn back around to face Yunho once more. Immediately, Mingi follows your movements, chest pressing against your back as you curl yourself into Yunho’s embrace. You absolutely adore the way you can feel Yunho’s one hand settle onto the skin of your thigh, thumb stroking tenderly against you.

With your eyes fluttering shut, you allow yourself to absolutely revel in this moment with the two of them.

“I love you,” you hum out, lips tugging upwards slightly. “Both of you.”

Soft rumbles of contentment reach your ears from the both of them, feeling them hold you the slightest bit tighter within their embrace.

“I love you, Starlight,” Mingi breathes, hand squeezing yours tenderly as you continue to hold his against your chest. “More than words can describe.”

“And I love you, too, Petal,” Yunho voices lowly, a small smile gracing his features as he stares into your eyes. “More than anything.”

A gentle kiss is placed against the back of your head, curtesy of Mingi, just as you feel Yunho lean in to rest his forehead against your own. Not even five minutes later, and your breathing evens out, allowing yourself to succumb to sleep once more.

Some time later, you are awoken to the sounds of the two males bickering lowly yet again. It seems as if this time, you have released your hold on Mingi’s arm in favour of tossing your own over Yunho’s side. You can still feel Yunho’s hand pressing securely against your thigh, but you also feel another one just above his own, resting dangerously close to the curve of your ass.

Only, the elder of the two doesn’t seem to like that fact very much.

“Move your hand.” His voice rumbles out, shooting a pointed look at the younger from over the top of your head.

“No.” Mingi counters. “You move yours.”

“I was holding her first,” Yunho replies, quite pointedly.

“Yeah, and she’s now wrapped herself around you,” Mingi sounds just the tiniest bit bitter when he says this.

“Oh, boo-hoo. You spent the whole night having her rest practically on top of you.” Yunho retorts. “It’s my turn, now.”

“It’s not my fault I’m comfortable.” Mingi huffs, shifting his hand down your thigh and purposely pushing Yunho’s hand off of you.

“Well, now, so am I!” Yunho practically hisses back, shoving Mingi’s hand off of you only to replace it with his own in the next instant.

“Back. Off.” Mingi harshly whispers through clenched teeth, once more swiping Yunho’s hand away to place his own back onto your thigh.

“No, you back off.” Yunho replies, pointedly, smacking Mingi’s hand away in the next moment.

This goes back and forth for about another twenty seconds, vaguely hearing them keep smacking each other’s hands away only to replace the other’s with their own. You have half the mind to start giggling at their antics in your semi-awake state. That is, until you feel a small smack land on the side of your thigh.

You twitch in shock.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake- will you both knock it off?” You huff, eyes flashing open to see Yunho already staring at you with wide eyes.

“Way to go, genius, you ended up hitting her instead,” Mingi scoffs, and you can just tell he’s rolling his eyes at his brother.

“No thanks to you,” Yunho glares at the younger from over your head before turning his gaze to you. Immediately, his expression is softening, worry taking over his features. “I’m so sorry, Petal. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, you didn’t,” your answer has him nearly breathing a sigh of relief, “but seriously. Stop bickering, or else I’ll kick you both out and ask Yeosang to come stay with me instead.”

They both stiffen at this, sharing a narrowed eye look between each other.

This is all your fault. Mingi frowns, shooting a pointed look at Yunho.

Me? This is all because of you! Yunho replies, exasperatedly.

“You called?” The sound of Yeosang’s low voice draws your attention to the end of your bed.

“Great!” Mingi huffs, lips tugging downwards as he meets Yunho’s gaze. “Now look at what you did.”

“Me?” Yunho voices, incredulously. “How is this my fault?”

You briefly meet Yeosang’s gaze, and your exasperated stare says it all.

“I’m about to physically kick you both out of bed if you don’t stop arguing with each other,” you warn, shifting onto your back for the moment.

“He started it,” Mingi grumbles, that all too familiar pout back on his lips.

Your hands come up to rub at your eyes, still feeling that familiar throbbing within your skull.

“It’s too early for this,” you sigh, shaking your head teasingly. “Besides, I’m starting to get a headache.”

Immediately, worry takes over all three of their features.

“Are you okay, Petal? Do you want one of us to heal you?” Yunho gently places a hand onto your forehead, checking your temperature.

“I’ll be fine. I probably just need more sleep,” you assure him, placing your hand overtop of his own and pulling it off of your forehead. Then, playfully, you shoot two pointed looks at the men beside you, “which I would be doing if some people weren’t being big babies over who gets to hold me.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Yeosang standing at the foot of your bed with an amused look on his face. His one brow is quirked as he crosses his arms over his chest, grin tugging at his lips.

“Starlight,” Mingi whines, “you cannot blame us. We just love holding you in our arms.”

“And I love spending time with you guys, no matter the context,” you reply, feeling how the two males on either side of you shift the slightest bit closer into your sides as smiles tug at all of their features. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to continue to be surrounded by the people I love.”

“We can do that,” Yunho immediately replies, leaning his head into you so that his face is practically buried in your neck.

The corner of your lips tugs upwards as you settle deeper into your sheets. Only, the way you notice Yeosang seemingly starting to turn away from you to leave the room has a small pout pulling at your features.

“Where are you going, Yeosangie?” Your voice immediately draws his attention back to you to see you already staring at him with your lips tugging downwards dramatically.

He quirks a brow in response.

Lifting your arms, you motion for him to join you with your hands outstretched in front of you. “Come here.”

Yeosang does not need to be told twice. Instantly, he’s crawling onto the bed and over your body, resting himself between your legs as his head settles onto your chest. The feeling of your arms wrapping around his torso is simply icing on the cake.

“I said I wanted to be surrounded by the people I love,” you hum, knowingly. Your one hand shifts to begin threading your fingers through Yeosang’s hair, and the hum of content you let out is synonymous with their own. “If any of you have a problem with this, you can leave.”

“Not at all, Starlight,” Mingi shifts that much closer into your side, hand coming up to rest on your one shoulder as he leans his head into yours.

“We are more than content to spend time with you like this,” Yunho adds, practically mirroring Mingi’s position on your opposite side.

“We love you, Dearest,” Yeosang’s voice rumbles out, turning his head to place a kiss directly over your heart and loving the way he can feel it flutter beneath his touch yet again.

“And I love you,” you hum, contently, allowing your eyes to fall shut. “All of you.”

A small silence settles over the four of you as you rest in each other’s embrace. The steady hum of your heartbeat begins to sync with all of their own, smiles pulling onto each one of their faces as they are more than content to rest like this with you for the moment.

You nearly let out a sigh in bliss. That is, until your eyes are flinging open in the next second.

“I have a problem.” Immediately, three worried sets of eyes are on you. You blink, somewhat sheepishly. “I need to pee.”

Five minutes later, and you’re back in bed with the three of them after freshening up in the bathroom. Again, a content sigh escapes you lips as you manage to fall back into the realm of dreams once more.

About an hour and a half later, you feel consciousness returning to your form. Luckily, all three of them are perfectly content to lay with you for a little while longer as you fully wake up, resting in each other’s arms for the time being. That is, until finally, you decide that you should actually get up and out of bed for the day.

“We have another council meeting soon, anyways,” Yeosang informs you, all three of them sitting on the edge of your bed as you change into some fresh clothes.

Sure enough, a few hours later, you walk into the foyer to see all eight of them wearing what appears to be white military style jackets with black pants.

As soon as you see them, you freeze in your spot, breath catching in your throat. Again, each style that they wear is unique to them, and you cannot help the way your gaze trails over every single one of their figures slowly.

“Okay, you all need to warn me if you’re going to look this good all the time,” you blink, attempting to control your thoughts for the moment.

At least a few of them, like Yeosang, Mingi, and Wooyoung, have the decency to look bashful. The others, however, have the gall to look smug, smirks pulling at their features.

“We’re just happy to know that we can affect you like this, Darling.” Jongho grins, smoothing out the front of his jacket.

“Is this how you all felt seeing me in a corset? Cause if so, I understand.” You nod subtly, eyes continuing to trail over their figures slowly.

This time, all of them cannot stop themselves from smiling.

“Seriously, you all look very handsome,” you continue.

“Thank you, Gorgeous,” Wooyoung can barely stop himself from shaking in happiness, a brilliant smile stretching across his features as he continues to stare at you from across the room.

“I kid you not-“ your breath catches as if you’ve realized something. “Wait,” a devious grin pulls at your lips as you drop to your knees in an instant, hands outstretched in front of you for emphasis, “I am on my knees.”

“Petal,” Yunho chuckles, a pride unlike any other swirling within his chest as you continue to joke around with them. “You’re being dramatic.”

“Am I?” Your wide eyed gaze locks with his own. “Have you seen yourselves?”

Collectively, they all share a look between one another, brows quirked as a smugness washes over all of them.

“My fucking word, how do you expect me to survive when you all look like this?” You go on to say, swooning once more dramatically as you stand back to your feet.

Instantly, San has you in his arms, holding onto you as if you fainted right into his embrace. The cheeky grin you can see pulling at his lips has one of your own tugging at your features.

“Uh-oh, if you’re not going to survive, perhaps someone should stay back and watch over you,” he chuckles. “And by someone I mean me.”

“Like hell you’ll be the one to take care of her. Alone,” Jongho crosses his arms in front of his chest.

The two glare at each other for a moment, and you cannot help but chuckle, righting yourself back onto your own feet, much to San’s disappointment.

“Nah, Yunho’s right,” you smile. “I’m just being dramatic. I’ll be fine.”

At the pout San gives you, you’re quick to pat the side of his arm reassuringly. Then, in the blink of an eye, you’re gripping the side of his jaw so you can lean in to place a kiss onto his cheek.

The giddy smile you receive from him in response is immediate, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he giggles.

“Go get ‘em, Tiger,” you pat his arm once more, stepping out of his embrace and sending a final wave to all of them.

Just as you watch them disappearing from view, you hear Wooyoung whining about how he wants a good luck kiss from you as well. Though, from the looks on all of their faces, he’s not the only one thinking the same thing.

You chuckle to yourself as soon as you’re alone, shaking your head lovingly at their antics. However, just as you go to turn around, you hear someone reappear behind you. Glancing up, you notice Mingi making his way towards you quite steadily from a few feet away.

“I forgot something,” he mumbles, coming to stand right in front of you.

You simply quirk a brow at him in response. “What did you forget?”

Briefly, his eyes search your face for any sign of discomfort or hesitance. At the way he can see a grin tugging at your features, he knows that there is none.

“This.”

Instantly, he has his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulls you flush into his chest. His lips gently find purchase on your own, a content rumble vibrating in his chest as he feels your hands wrap around his back, pressing him even closer into you.

Slowly, he pulls away, resting his forehead against your own. His eyes remain closed, absolutely revelling in this moment with you as he holds you to him, his hand splayed on the small of your back. At the way you lean in to peck his lips once more, smiling all the while, he can feel his heart absolutely fluttering in his chest.

“Better?” You giggle, your one hand coming up to cup the side of his cheek as your thumb begins to stroke gently over his skin.

“Better.” He confirms, a slight nod to his head as that giddy smile takes over his features. “Though, I should probably get back, now.”

“Be safe, Moonlight,” you lean in to peck his lips once more.

“I promise to return to you without a scratch,” he says, moving the slightest bit away from you as he allows his touch to linger on your skin for as long as possible.

“You better,” you teasingly poke his chest. “The only one allowed to leave scratches on you is me.”

A low growl graces your ears as he immediately pulls you flush against him for the second time in the past five minutes. “You’re giving me too many ideas, Starlight. Are you trying to make it that much more impossible for me to leave you?”

“I’m just informing you of what is still yet to come, Moonlight,” a sultry grin pulls at your lips, and you watch him swallow.

“One word.” He breathes. “One word, Starlight, and you won’t have to worry about being alone this evening at all.”

His voice is nothing but a low drawl as he stares deeply into your eyes with a hooded gaze. You can feel the growl building in his chest, low and primal, as his look continues to darken with every passing second. He licks his lips.

Just as he goes to lean in for another kiss, the clearing of someone’s throat behind you has you freezing in your tracks.

“Mingi, let’s go.” Seonghwa’s voice is low, pointed, as the eldest glares at the younger’s back.

Heaving a great sigh, Mingi is quick to be the one to peck your lips this time. “Until next time, Starlight.”

Slowly, reluctantly, Mingi pulls himself away from you as Seonghwa watches on with a scrutinizing gaze. A pout pulls at the younger’s lips as he trudges over to where the eldest stands with his arms crossed. A frown rests on Seonghwa’s features, eyes pointedly locked on Mingi’s figure as he stops just beside the elder male.

Seonghwa immediately turns to look at you, gaze softening as his shoulders relax. “We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

“Alright, Mars,” you smile softly, blinking once. “Be safe, My Kings.”

The pleased growls that echo throughout the room as they disappear have your smile widening, noticing how they both had nodded once firmly before leaving you to your own once more.

A moment later, your head throbs, and you cannot help the way you hunch over. Your one hand comes up to cradle the side of your temple, feeling that one spot pinch quite harshly in pain. Squeezing your eyes shut, you attempt to catch your breath.

Seems as if this headache won’t leave you alone. Oddly enough, you’ve noticed them becoming worse over the past few days, always lingering in the back of your mind. Perhaps you should get one of them to heal you once they get back. This is really starting to get annoying.

Meanwhile, Mingi gets an earful from all of them as soon as both he and Seonghwa reappear in the throne room. Though, from the way that lovestruck smile tugs at his features, they know he doesn’t really care all that much about what they’re saying to him. Going back to see you without the others was absolutely worth it, even if they’re reaming his ass out right now.

Then, Mingi blinks, a knowing quirk to his brow. “Don’t we have a council to attend?”

Yeosang sighs, exasperatedly.

“This isn’t over,” Wooyoung grumbles, shooting a pointed glare at his brother.

A minute later, after they’ve all composed themselves properly, and Mingi has straightened out his blazer once more, the eight of them are finally entering the grand hall. All of them are ready to start this council, and get it over with as quickly as possible. Besides, they have more important matters to deal with, like who will get to spend the night with you.

As soon as their figures breach the doorway, all bodies in the room are bowing to them in respect. With a flick of his wrist, Hongjoong motions for them all to rise from their knees, beginning this meeting without another thought.

“Any word from our allies?” Hongjoong’s eyes scan the crowd, simply waiting for someone to step forward with news for all of them.

“The harpies have agreed to support us in any upcoming battles,” Jax informs them all after bowing his head lowly. He takes a small step forward. “The Three Sisters have pledged their allegiance once more to the Eight Kings.”

“That’s good news,” Yunho observes casually, an impressed nod to his head.

Yeah, probably cause they’re hoping to bed Hwa again, Jongho snickers quietly, acting all innocent in the next second as the eldest turns to glare at the youngest.

“We have managed to infiltrate one of the rebel’s hideouts,” another demon, Vera, adds as she steps forwards. She bows her head in respect as she continues. “We have heard plans that Malik plans to attack the throne in the upcoming weeks once he’s gathered enough forces. The sirens have already betrayed us, pledging their allegiance with the crown traitors.”

“What of the gorgons?” Wooyoung raises a brow, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“We are still waiting upon their response, My King,” Jax replies, eyes briefly darting up to meet Wooyoung’s own.

“Any word on Dimitri’s movements, yet?” San asks the room, noticing how some of the demons shift in discomfort at the mention of the warlock’s name.

“One source states they saw him and his hunters around the coast of The Forbidden Lake,” Vera states.

“That would make sense, given the siren’s betrayal,” Yeosang mumbles, furrow to his brow.

“Another has sworn they saw both him and Miyeon gathering their forces outside of The Crystalline Caves two days ago.” Jax adds, and immediately, all eight Kings stiffen.

“And no one thought to inform us of this potential sighting?” Seonghwa states, quite pointedly.

“Our deepest apologies, Your Majesties,” Jax bows deeper, along with Vera. “We only learned of such a sighting today.”

“Tighten up your watches, then,” San retorts, brow furrowing even further. “There is no room for error, or misinformation when the safety of Your Queen is at risk.”

A murmur washes over the crowd, and all eight of them straighten as their eyes flash.

“Silence.” Hongjoong’s voice booms out across the room. “What is the meaning of such whispers?”

Otis takes a step forward. “You’ll have to forgive us, Your Majesties. Some of us cannot help but question the validity of such a human, given that we have never seen sight, nor heard no sound from her before.”

All eight of them seem to grow in their spots, forms towering over the gathered council as the lights begin to flicker around the room.

“Are you questioning our integrity?” Jongho’s voice rattles the entire room, the deadliest of snarls escaping each of their throats.

“No, My King,” Otis is quick to shake his head, “Never.”

“It would serve you all well to remember just who is standing before you at this very moment.” Seonghwa’s voice is low, ominous, as his stare pierces each soul standing around the room.

“We have stood as your Kings upon these thrones for millennia,” Yeosang spits, eyes wild as he tilts his chin the slightest bit upwards, staring down his nose at all of the demons before him. “Never once has our kingdom been in such a disarray, and all because of your daughter.”

“A rebel uprising has breached the horizon,” Wooyoung’s eyes narrow as he begins to list off everything that has occurred in the past few months alone.

“Dimitri has come out of hiding,” Mingi adds, gaze firm as he stares down upon the man before them all.

“The dragon’s nest, one of our oldest and closest of allies, has been attacked,” Jongho spits, quite harshly.

“The siren’s have betrayed us,” Yunho’s voice rumbles out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“And a war is coming.” San finishes, fists clenched at his sides.

“Remind us again of just who we should be questioning, Otis.” Hongjoong’s voice is dangerous, eyes flashing black as his soul begins to call for blood. “Your daughter is set to destroy us all, and you’re not even concerned in the slightest.”

“My King, that’s not true-“

“Then where is she? What are you hiding from us?” Yunho rounds on the male, eyes blazing as he stares Otis down. “Your incessant need to protect her has already caused tremendous losses to this kingdom. She will not hesitate to betray you in the slightest when it comes down to it, so why do you insist on keeping her hidden?”

“I am not-“

“Don’t lie to me!” Yunho commands, voice loud enough to rattle the very walls of the chamber they all reside in as he stands to his full height. “I have seen your mind, Otis, you cannot hide from the truth.”

The male’s eyes go wide, breath hitching in his throat as he feels Mina step back from him in shock.

“Father, tell me it isn’t so!” She gasps, staring on at him in horror. “Tell me you have not been aiding that blood traitor!”

He turns to look at her, eyes pleading for her to understand. There’s no point in him trying to hide it now, the Kings all now know the truth. “I’ve only ever wanted what’s best for you girls.”

“You lie.” Mina recoils from his touch as he goes to reach for her.

“I thought I raised you better than that,” he tuts, shaking his head, his demeanour changing instantly. “Family is more important than anything. You know this!”

“Not when the lives of everyone we know are at risk!” Mina retorts, continuously backing away from her father. “How could you not see how selfish you’re being?”

“Do not speak to me about selfishness, daughter,” Otis spits, turning back to face the eight Kings standing before the entire room. “The Leaders you are so willing to defend over your own flesh and blood know firsthand how selfish one can be.”

Wooyoung nearly lunges for the man right then and there, but his Captain beats him to it. Gripping Otis by his throat, Hongjoong raises the man into the air, perfectly mirroring the exact same position he was in with Miyeon all those weeks ago.

“Watch your fucking tongue before I carve it from your throat.” He hisses, fingers squeezing that much firmer into Otis’ neck.

Immediately, the male begins to claw at the hand around his throat, legs dangling loosely in the air before the entire council as Hongjoong’s eyes flash.

“My daughter was right,” Otis manages to hiss out, eyes glaring intensely at the eight males before him. “Since when to Kings submit to dirt?”

Mina gasps once more, “father!”

“You should have joined us sooner, Mina,” his eyes briefly glance in his daughter’s direction. “It’s time for a New World to reign supreme.”

Blood begins dripping onto Hongjoong’s hand from how tightly he’s squeezing Otis’ throat, fingers digging harshly into his flesh as he bares his teeth in a snarl.

Otis drops his one hand back to his side, something glinting in the light.

“Long live the Queen.”

In a flash, Otis attempts to stab Hongjoong with a blade. Except, he doesn’t get very far, the dagger clattering to the ground as Hongjoong tears the male’s throat out in the next second.

A deadly silence fills the room as every demon watches on with wide eyes. Mina stands with her hands covering her mouth, fresh tears streaming down her face.

“Anyone else like to make a statement?” Wooyoung challenges as eight sets of eyes flash black at the surrounding council members.

The stillness is so consuming within that room that none dare breathe for fear of incurring the wrath of their Kings. A moment passes. Then another, and another. Each King silently daring anyone to attempt such stupidity as Otis just has before their very souls.

When no one moves, Hongjoong is finally speaking once more.

“Leave us.” His voice commands, gaze piercing as he scans the room.

Instantly, every single demon that was in the room disappears. All except for Mina, who is currently trapped within Jongho’s grip as he drags her in front of all of them.

“Please, My Kings, I had no idea that my father would do something like this,” she begs, tears still streaming down her eyes as she watches Hongjoong toss Otis’ lifeless body aside like it’s nothing.

“Has your sister attempted to contact you recently?” San asks, tone firm and leaving no room for argument.

“Yes.” Her reply is instant. “But I swear to you, I never believed in a word she said. I don’t like who she’s become. I’ve never liked how twisted she could be. Search my mind if you have to. I swear that I never followed her. I never once have, and I never will.”

“What did she want?” Yeosang narrows his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares her down.

“She begged me to join her cause, pleaded for me to feed you false information every council meeting,” she explains, fearful gaze darting from one male to the next. “She wanted me to follow her, revelling her as my true Queen once she claimed her King.”

“Claimed her King?” Mingi quirks a brow, and they all notice how her eyes flash briefly over to Yeosang.

“What is she planning?” Seonghwa takes a step forward, watching as she trembles within Jongho’s hold as he does so.

“I don’t know.” She shakes her head.

“Do not lie to us.” Wooyoung’s eyes flash wildly as he takes his own threatening step towards her.

“Please, I don’t know!” She cries. “Search my mind. It will tell you all I know, I swear!”

Seven sets of eyes turn to look at Yunho who has been doing just that this whole time.

“Your sister and you talked the other day.” He begins.

“That is correct.” She confirms, a shaky nod to her head.

“She propositioned you to join her,” he continues.

“She did.” Mina confirms again.

“She told you about being aligned with Malik and Dimitri.” Yunho states, yet again.

“She told me that she has many uses for them.” She replies.

“What uses?” Jongho presses, hissing lowly in her ear.

“Ones that will guarantee her victory, even after death.” Mina says, eyes suddenly glazed over as she blinks, staring blankly before her.

“Which are?” Mingi pushes, frown pulling at his features.

“Ways in which solidify her chances of a New World.” Again, she blinks, somewhat dazedly.

A moment of silence passes over them, and they all notice how Mina has gone slightly limp in Jongho’s hold.

It’s no use, she’s been charmed. Yunho informs them.

Charmed? Slight worry is clear on San’s features as he turns to look at his brother.

As far as Mina believes, she is telling the truth, Yunho sighs. There are portions of her memory purposefully left blank, meaning someone has tampered with them. Normally, I’d be able to unweave the tangled mess that is her thoughts, but each time I get close, I begin to get burned. Someone has enchanted her memories, and my best guess is it was Dimitri.

How do we undo the spell? Wooyoung spares a glance at Yunho out of the corner of his eyes.

We can’t, unless we can find an equally as powerful warlock to undo the enchantment. If I try any harder, I’ll kill her, and then we’ll never know what Miyeon has planned. Yunho explains, a hint of frustration to his words.

For fuck’s sake, Seonghwa curses, along with his brothers who verbalize their discontent for the moment. This day just keeps getting better and better.

I’ve gotten everything I need to know from her for the moment, so there’s no point in holding her hostage any longer. Yunho nods once at Jongho, who immediate releases his hold on Mina. She stumbles slightly before righting herself, her eyes immediately shining with worry as that vacant expression falls from her features. She’s not a threat to us right now.

How can you be so sure? Mingi turns to face his brother, concern shining in his own eyes.

If she was, Miyeon wouldn’t have gotten Dimitri to seal off her memories. I have a feeling that Miyeon knows that Mina would have come running to tell us everything she knew as soon as she could, given how her memories have been locked off. Yunho tells them, seeing his brothers nodding along to his words.

“Alright,” Hongjoong sighs, eyes briefly flashing towards Mina as she stands there with her head bowed for the moment. “If you remember anything else, or if Miyeon attempts to contact you again, you immediately send word to us. Until then, you’re dismissed.”

Mina nods her understanding, slowly moving over to her father’s corpse and hoisting it upon her shoulder.

“My Kings, I may not know much, but I do know my sister,” she turns to face them one final time. “Whatever she has planned, she will act soon, and she will strike hard. Please, be careful, and protect Your True Queen.”

A nod is all she receives from Hongjoong in response. Faintly, their lips all twitch upwards as they transport themselves back to their domain for the time being.

As soon as they appear in the foyer, they see you trudging across the room slowly with a glass of water in your hand. Your slipper clad feet drag across the floor as you turn your head to lazily glance towards them out of the corner of your tired eyes.

Immediately, you straighten, eyes zeroing in on the blood splattered on Hongjoong’s white jacket. Your throbbing headache seemingly slips your mind for the moment as concern begins to consume you..

You raise a worried finger as you scurry closer. “Why is there blood only on you?”

You practically shove the other seven out of the way to begin inspecting Hongjoong’s torso, noticing a slight tear in the fabric where something sharp must have cut him. Luckily, it doesn’t seem as if any of it is his blood.

“I’m fine, My Love,” he chuckles, absolutely revelling in the way you glance up at him with nothing but worry in your eyes as you continue inspecting his torso.

“Good.” You sigh in relief as you straighten, sparing a glance around at all of them. ”Are you all okay?”

The feeling of someone wrapping themselves around you from behind causes you to nearly stumble forward. A chin rests on your shoulder.

“We’re all fine, Baby,” San grins, nuzzling his head against yours affectionately as he squeezes his arms around your waist. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

San can feel the way you physically relax in his arms, loving the way one of your own comes to rest overtop of his in the next second.

“Thank fuck,” you breathe out another sigh in relief. Then, your eyes are drooping once more as your head begins to throb, reminding you of the pounding headache you haven’t been able to break lately. A headache which only seems to be getting worse by the second. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed. I’m exhausted.”

Slowly, you manage to pull yourself out San’s grip, beginning to trudge back down the hallway and to your room. You can feel all eight of their gazes on you, not even registering in your mind how they look on in concern.

“Dearest, are you alright?” Yeosang takes a step towards you, prepared to follow after you in a heartbeat as worry consumes them all. Never have any of them seen you like this before.

You can only manage a faint hum in response, muttering something about just being ‘tired’.

They all spare a glance between one another.

“Has your headache gotten worse?” Yunho’s brow tugs downwards in a frown as he begins to follow after you.

You falter slightly in your step, turning your head to nod at him from over your shoulder. Your eyes barely remain open, grip deadly around the glass of water in your hand. Your whole body begins to tremble.

Instantly, Yunho and Hongjoong are both at your side as the others rush over to you. Yunho once more brings his hand up to rest it over your forehead, doing whatever he can to ease the pain for the moment. It helps, if only briefly, for as soon as he removes his hand, your head throbs even worse than before.

A hiss escapes you as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Again, Yunho places his hand onto your forehead, and the relief you feel is instantaneous. Yet, every time he pulls his hand away, that ache returns, even stronger than before.

“Something’s wrong,” he mutters lowly, nothing but concern etched onto his features as they all continue to surround you.

“It’s not-“ your voice comes out much weaker than before as your eyes remain shut, as if the light is too much for you to handle right now. You swallow, “not the first time… migraine.”

Your entire body begins to sway, and it takes no time at all for San to be grabbing the glass of water from your hand as Yunho scoops you into his arms. All of them begin to walk the short distance to your room, hearts racing as fear floods their veins. It should have taken Yunho no time at all to heal your headache, but the fact that it keeps returning as soon as his hand is removed from your forehead means that there’s something very wrong.

Laying you gently beneath the covers, Yunho sits on the edge of your bed. Again, his hand is once more placed on top of your head, easing the pain as much as he can for the moment as he attempts to figure out what exactly is going on. Your mind appears to be fine, nothing out of the ordinary as your void ripples with every small incursion they give it. Only, that mist they provided for you seems to be the thinnest its ever been.

Your whole body jolts as you feel something cool being pressed to your forehead in the next second. Cracking your eyes open the slightest bit, you see Hongjoong leaning over you on the opposite side. Worry tugs at his features as he holds a damp cloth to your head, feeling for himself how your mind seems to physically struggle against the pain for the moment, even as he aids Yunho in his attempts to heal you.

A whimper escapes your lips as your feel that little point of pain you’ve always felt whenever you get headaches recently begin to pulsate. The spot seems to radiate inwards, as if someone is hammering an ice pick into the back of your skull. With each pulse, the pain goes deeper, and you find yourself squeezing your eyes shut as you cling onto your blankets for dear life.

“Yunho-“

“I’m trying.” His blunt reply ends up cutting off Yeosang’s worried tone, each male surrounding you instantly.

You vaguely register the feeling of more hands gently placing themselves in multiple places on your body. Your head begins to feel as if someone is severely compressing the sides of your skull in hopes to pop your brain out of the top. Of all the migraines you’ve ever had, you’ve never had one this intense before.

A single tear begins to trail down your cheek from the pain as your eyes remain closed. Even the darkness of your room isn’t helping the ache behind your eyes for the moment, nor is the damp cloth Hongjoong keeps pressed to your forehead. You have no idea what they’re doing, but whether or not they’re trying to take your pain away now is unbeknownst to you. Even if they are, you don’t think it’s making the slightest difference, anyways.

Yunho begins to pant, eyelids long having fallen shut as he focusses all his energy into finding whatever is wrong with this migraine of yours. Normally, it should have been healed at the first touch of his hand to your head. Given the fact that all of his brothers are aiding him with the healing, you shouldn’t be feeling any pain. The fact that your symptoms only seem to be getting worse means that this is no ordinary headache.

The only problem is, he can’t seem to find anything that’s wrong. Nothing that he can see within your mind should be causing you such intense pain. Even when he feels his brothers probing your mind, he can tell that they don’t find anything, either. The only thing he can think of that might make it better at this point is if he gave you some of his blood.

Then, as if the entire world goes quiet, the pain stops.

Instantly, your entire body is relaxing, a subconscious sigh of relief being exhaled through your nose. The way your void ripples within your mind seems to ease the pressure even more, the flow of the water ebbing away the lingering pain.

Funny. It feels as if someone has dropped a stone into your void, causing the ripples to form as you feel it begin to sink into the vast expanses of your mind.

Finally, you’re able to catch your breath as you fall into unconsciousness almost immediately afterwards.

A moment of silence passes over all of them as some of the tension eases from their shoulders.

“What the fuck just happened?” Wooyoung looks between all of his brothers, panic clear on his features.

“I don’t-“ Yunho blinks, his heart pounding in his chest as he cups the side of your face in his one hand, “I don’t know.”

They all share a look between one another. Never before has something like this occurred. Always, they’ve been able to heal or cure any ailment instantly, especially of the inner mind or body. So, to not be able to help you in the slightest, and seeing you suffering and in pain, consumed them with a fear unlike anything they’ve ever felt before. The fact that none of them could pinpoint what was wrong scared them like you would not believe.

Yeosang’s whole body begins to shake, his breathing uneven and heavy.

“This has Miyeon written all over it.” His voice trembles as he can barely get out the words as anger consumes him.

“It should be impossible,” Yunho shifts his attention from his brothers back to you, fingers pressing a little firmer into the side of your face as he stares down at you with nothing but worry shining in his eyes.

“It should,” Hongjoong agrees, shifting slightly so that he’s sitting beside you on the bed instead of kneeling on top of the mattress for the time being. “Doesn’t mean that it is.”

“How could she get passed our defences?” Jongho’s brow furrows, beginning to pace at the end of your bed to dissipate some of the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

“Hang on, we don’t even know if it is her,” San attempts to reason, but at this point, he doesn’t know if he’s saying this more to reassure himself or his brothers.

“It could have just been something else,” Mingi suggests.

“Poison?” Seonghwa glances at Wooyoung.

“I don’t think so,” the younger male shakes his head. “I didn’t smell anything, and I doubt she could have gotten her hands on something strong enough to do that to her. Especially not in this house. The only way to be one thousand percent sure is for me to taste her blood.”

“She’s not awake to consent to that,” Yeosang states, doing whatever he can to keep his arms from trembling again for the time being.

“I doubt it’s poison,” Hongjoong shakes his head. “Either way, Yunho and I will stay with her, and make sure nothing happens like this again. We’ll call for you if anything happens.”

“Hongjoong-“ Seonghwa begins, only to be cut off by his Captain.

“Look,” Hongjoong sighs, “we’ve all had a long night, and a lot has happened. Crowding her is probably the last thing that’ll be good for her right now. We’ll watch over her, and make sure she’s alright.”

“If anything happens-“

“You’ll all be the first to know,” Hongjoong cuts San off, a tight smile pulling at his lips.

A long sigh escapes the eldest’s mouth before he’s nodding his head in understanding. “Come on, let’s let her rest.”

Each male finds it extremely difficult to tear themselves away from you for the time being. Wooyoung, San, Mingi, and Jongho all end up having to be ushered out by both Seonghwa and Yeosang, even if the two of them are reluctant to leave you alone. At least they all know that you’re in good hands.

Morning comes with the faintest of light trickling in through your windows. The curtains sway as the gentlest of breezes drifts through the room. The only sounds that can be heard are the steady breaths of all three of you as each male curls into either side of you.

Slowly, consciousness returns to your form. You can feel someone’s arm resting across your stomach, while another is draped over the top of your chest, just below your neck. Your head seems to be cradled in someone’s embrace, their fingers gently rubbing at the side of your temple and helping you to relax. In the next moment, your eyes blink open.

The sight that greets you as you turn your head doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. The last thing you remember before passing out last night was all eight of them surrounding you in bed, Yunho holding onto you while sitting on your right, while Hongjoong was on your left, pressing a damp cloth onto your head. So, when you see Yunho being the one cradling your head in his arm, and Hongjoong being the one draped over your left side, you realize that they must have stayed with you after everything that happened last night. At least it looks like they changed their clothes.

“Petal,” it’s Yunho who notices that you’re awake first, and you can hear the concern clear in his tone as he looks at you. “How are you feeling?”

You shift only the slightest, bringing your hands up to rub at your eyes for the time being. As soon as your vision clears, you notice the both of them staring at you in worry.

Blinking once more, your brow furrows slightly. “Honestly, I feel fine. Whatever you did last night worked. I don’t have a headache anymore.”

The instant way they both breathe a sigh of relief has your lips quirking up the slightest bit in the corners.

“You really scared us last night,” Hongjoong says, bringing a hand up to trace the side of your face gently.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a migraine like that before,” you reply, sitting up in bed and noticing how they both mirror the movement.

“We’re just glad you’re okay.” Hongjoong breathes.

“Does your head feel any different?” Yunho asks gently. “Your mind?”

You take a moment to think, visualizing that all too familiar void and noting nothing out of place or out of the ordinary.

“No,” you shake your head. “Like I said, I feel fine now.”

Little do you notice the way tiny bubbles seem to float to the surface beneath your void, right where that stone you felt sinking into the depth of your mind fell.

“Good,” Hongjoong nods, his hand finding purchase on the small of your back.

“The moment you feel another headache coming on, you let one of us know,” Yunho tells you, his own hand settling onto your upper back, right between your shoulder blades.

“I will,” you nod. “I promise.”

Both males seemingly nod in agreement.

Just then, you see your door slowly open, Wooyoung, Jongho, and San all peeking their heads in. Almost immediately when they see you sitting up in bed, they’re all rushing into your room.

“You’re up!” Wooyoung practically jumps onto the bed, nearly tackling you in his embrace as you fall back onto your pillows with a small ‘oof’ escaping your lips. “We were so worried.”

You manage to raise your one arm to pat him on his back slightly before both Yunho and Hongjoong are tearing the younger male off of your form.

“Fucking hell, Wooyoung, don’t just bulldoze her the first thing in the morning.” Yunho scolds him as the others appear in your room.

You chuckle as you notice him pout while now kneeling at the end of your bed, “I’m okay, now.”

“Are you feeling better, Dearest?” Yeosang steps closer, eyes flitting all over your face as you sit back up in bed.

“Much,” you nod, a soft smile gracing your features. “Thank you for taking care of me last night.”

“Of course, My Love,” Hongjoong’s hand is once more on the small of your back, gently caressing you all the while.

“How did the council go?” You ask, and you notice them all stiffen the slightest bit around your room.

“We learned quite a bit of information,” Mingi informs you, quick to explain every new detail that came to light last night.

“I see.” You blink, swallowing thickly as you turn to look at Hongjoong beside you. “So, that’s why you came back covered in blood? Because someone tried to kill you?”

“Fear not, My Love,” he smiles softly at you, hand coming up to caress the side of your face as he sees the worry shining within your eyes. “You will find that I am not that easy to kill. None of us are.”

Subconsciously, you find yourself breathing a sigh of relief.

“It’s not the first time someone has tried to murder us at a council, and I’m sure it won’t be the last,” Jongho chuckles, clearly amused at the situation.

“So, it’s a common occurrence?” Your brow furrows.

“More often than not, but less often than you would think.” San hums.

Again, you blink, nodding slightly along to his words.

A moment later and a little black blur darts into the room, jumping onto your bed in the next second and crawling right into your lap.

“Oh, well, hello Sir,” you chuckle, immediately raising a hand to pet Kuroo. “Glad to see I’m the number one concern on your list of priorities this morning.”

Both Seonghwa and Wooyoung burst out laughing as they watch Kuroo turn to look at you with wide eyes from over his shoulder. He mewls in the next second, only causing their laughter to deepen.

“I’m dying of a headache, and you would rather nap,” you shake your head, only for him to mewl once more. “No, no, I see where I stand, you monkey.”

A wail of a mewl greets your ears as he turns to look at Seonghwa for help.

“You’re on your own, kid,” he chuckles, only for Kuroo to turn and look at Wooyoung in the next second.

“I don’t care if you were dreaming about chasing Stella around,” Wooyoung replies, amused disbelief painting his features.

Kuroo whines once more.

“Oh, come here, you little stinker,” you chuckle, pulling Kuroo into your arms. “Look at that little face. How can I stay mad at you?”

You pull him up for a kiss, burying your face in his belly as you stretch his upper body above your head. You get two kisses in when you feel him latch onto your head, attempting to bite the top.

“Ah, abort mission! Abort mission!” You’re quick to pull him away, noticing how he stares at you with wide eyes. “You little monkey!”

Chuckles resonate around the room as you place Kuroo fully back onto the bed. Only, in the next moment, he decides to jump on top of your foot buried beneath the blankets, biting at your toes.

“He’s trying to eat my toes,” you pout, mouth parting in mock surprise as you watch him pounce on your foot from over the blankets once more.

“To be fair, he thinks it’s a snake,” Wooyoung laughs, seeing Kuroo shaking his head back and forth with your comforter caught between his teeth.

“Oh, to be a kitten who thinks a foot beneath a blanket is a snake,” you sigh, almost wistfully. Then, the corner of your lips quirks upwards teasingly. “I don’t know, guys. I think he may just be more ferocious than all of you combined.”

“How can we ever live up to the standard of your ferocious little guardian now?” Mingi joins in on the teasing, leaning against one of the pillars in your room.

“Oh, geez,” you shake your head, keeping your voice playful as you respond, “I don’t know.”

At the way Kuroo sits directly over your shin now, practically loafing on your leg, you laugh.

“You’ve done it, you’ve killed the snake,” the way his tail swishes happily at your praise has you all laughing once more. “Or have you?”

In an instant, you start wiggling your foot beneath the covers, shifting your leg slightly as a large grin takes over your features. In no time, Kuroo has sprung back into action, pouncing on top of your foot and trying his absolute best to sink his fangs into your toes. You’re just glad the blankets are so thick.

A few more minutes pass by like this, all eight of them watching on with fond smiles on their faces as you play with Kuroo. That is, until you’re collapsing back into your pillows, a huff escaping you.

“Okay, Doritos, I really need my foot back, now,” you spare a glance back at Kuroo who looks up at you with wide eyes. “Well, unless you want to find out what being submerged in water feels like, I’m going to need my foot.”

You can just tell he’s pouting from the way he’s looking at you, his little mouth parting the slightest bit. You share a chuckle with the eight of them once again as Wooyoung moves to grab Kuroo from your bed.

Ten minutes later, and after kicking the eight other males out of your room, you find yourself sinking into the warmth of you tub. A small sigh escapes your lips, allowing the soothing scents of lilac and honey to flood your every sense.

The more time you spend soaking in the tub, the more you can feel your body beginning to relax fully. Despite everything they told you that happened at their council meeting last night, it just means that you’re one day closer to finally being rid of Miyeon. The sooner she acts, the sooner you can all put this stupid incident behind you. Besides, you really want to go visit your family soon. Maybe even formally introduce the eight of them to your parents and your sister. Perhaps, even as you significant others.

A snort of laughter leaves your lips. You wonder how well that conversation will go down.

Yeah, you can just picture it now. ‘Hi, mom and dad. These are my eight significant others I’ve been living with for a few months now, even since I quit my job and went on that spontaneous road trip. Crystal was right, but instead of only one mystery lover, I have eight!’

Definitely won’t raise any questions at all.

Another chuckle escapes your lips as you shift slightly in the tub. Your parents may be supportive of you and your life choices, but you honestly have no idea how they may react to that. Oh well, all in due time, you suppose.

A little while later, you pull yourself out of the tub. Taking your time, you get ready for the day, pulling on one of your hoodies overtop of you shirt as you slide your slippers back onto your feet. Smiling to yourself in the reflection of the mirror, you decide that you’re going to make the most out of your day. By that, you mean picking out a fresh book to read and spending some time in the library.

As soon as you open the door to your room and step out into the hallway, you notice Kuroo trot right up alongside you. A fact which makes you smile as you tease him about keeping you company now after the events of last night. At the way he mewls back at you, you know you’re right.

Stopping by the kitchen on your way to the library, you’re quick to grab a bite to eat, curtesy of San who insists on cooking you something to start your day. Of course, he wouldn’t let you do it, sitting you down on one of the stools as he grabbed the ingredients from the fridge right afterwards.

Half an hour later, and after San refused your help with cleaning up, you finally find yourself in the library for the day. Pulling a book off your one shelf, you happily settle yourself into your spot and begin to read.

Jongho joins you at some point, and you find yourself shifting in your seat so you can rest against his side as the both of you read. It takes no time for his one arm to be wrapped around your shoulders, holding you to him as you both bask in each other’s company like this for hours. A fact which you have always appreciated about him.

Sometime later, you decide to take a small break from reading. You can tell that your eyes are getting a little tired from staring at the font of this book for so long, given that it’s quite smaller than usual. You should probably take a break and stretch your legs out, anyways.

Standing from the couch, you notice Jongho’s eyes following your every move. He blinks up at you as you turn back to face him, the tips of his ears turning bright red as you lean in to place a tender kiss onto his cheek.

“I’ll be back soon,” you smile, stepping away from him as you tug your sweater off of your body. You were beginning to get a bit hot, anyways.

Straightening out your back, you begin to slowly make your way out of the library. You walk passed Seonghwa’s tailor shop, noticing him seemingly working on something through the glass window on the door. A fact which makes you smile fondly as you continue on your merry way.

Reaching the foyer, you notice San coming from the opposite hallway. His hands seem to be cradling his elbows before shifting to rub at his upper arms.

Your brow furrows as you meet his gaze. “Are you cold?”

He pauses right in front of you, nodding his head slowly as he seemingly avoids your gaze somewhat shyly. In the back of your mind, you vaguely recall Jongho’s words to you while you were visiting the dragon’s nest. You blink.

Wordlessly, you offer him your sweater.

The way he gazes at you, with wide eyes full of awe, sets your heart racing in your chest. You smile.

“Baby,” his eyes shine, gently reaching out to take your sweater into his hands.

“Don’t tear the arms off of this one,” you tease, the corner of your lips tugging upwards.

“I won’t,” his response is immediate as he pulls your hoodie over his head, basking in the way your scent absolutely surrounds him for the moment. “I promise.”

You smile at him once more: a soft pull of your lips upwards as you look at him with such tender affection in your gaze. A look San has only ever dreamed of being on the receiving end from you. However, before either of you can say anything else, the loud caw of a raven draws your attention.

Immediately, the other seven of them are appearing in the foyer as Stella lands on the desk at the front. Again, she caws loudly, and you watch as all of their eyes darken.

At the way you look between all of them as Kuroo comes trotting into the room, you just know that something’s going on. Something big.

“Miyeon’s finally decided to make a move,” Yunho is the one to inform you, meeting your gaze instantly.

“We’ll be back as soon as we can, My Love,” Hongjoong, being one of the closest to you for the moment, leans in to place a kiss onto your cheek.

“For the love of everything holy and unholy,” your eyes dart over all of them, “be safe.”

“We will, Baby. Don’t you worry.” San smiles at you, reaching out to cup your opposite cheek in his one hand briefly.

“By the time we’re done with Miyeon, there will be nothing left,” Yeosang’s gaze is the darkest you’ve ever seen it, mirrored only by the way their eyes all flash black in the next moment, snarls of agreement filling the air.

As soon as Stella hops onto Hongjoong’s shoulder, all of them disappear from your sight.

In the next moment, a sigh escapes your lips as your heart begins to pound inside your chest. Worry consumes your every step as you continue on down the hallway and towards your room for the moment. Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Kuroo following you every step of the way.

A shiver caresses your spine and goosebumps begin to raise on your arms as you hear a small thud come from behind you.

Immediately, you freeze in your track, blinking a few times as a nervous grin pulls at your lips. Your head begins to throb.

“What’d you forget?” You tease, hoping beyond anything that it’s Mingi once more appearing back home like he did last night.

Only, the sight that greets you when you turn around nearly has a scream tearing from your throat. There, standing in the archway to the foyer, rests Miyeon, a sinister grin pulling at her features as she meets your gaze.

“Miss me?”

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pix3lplays · 10 months

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Help you’re giving me silly prompt ideas, starting with this one!

Imagine you and your beloved (with some encouragement from both of your friends and potential in-laws) go out on a much needed date while your friends babysit your kiddo.

What silly chaos/escapades do you find/learn of when you and your spouse return?

This prompt is for Gepard, Jing Yuan, Welt, Dang Heng, and Blade, and the babysitters are as follows:

Gepard- Serval (best aunt ever!)

Jing Yuan- Yanqing (Jing Yuan managed to convince him to think of babysitting as part of his training XD)

Welt- Astral Express Crew (Mayhaps Himeko)

Dan Heng- Astral Express Crew (March 7th + Trailblazer >:3c)

Blade- Kafka and Silver Wolf :3c

Have fun! XD

AAAAAAAA I am OBSESSED with this prompt, let’s do it! Thanks for sending it in!

-Babysitting night!-

Gepard Landau: Assigned babysitter: Serval. She insisted she could watch your kids for a bit while you guys went on a much deserved date. Little did she know what she was getting into. Gepard tried, he TRIED to warn her, but she insisted. Serval is Absolutely the best aunt ever, doesn’t mean she didn’t underestimate just how ROWDY her little brother’s children were. We’re talking CRAZY. She didn’t know what to do to get them to calm down. She tried playing a board game. Oh they hated that. She tried to turn on a movie, talking and screaming throughout the entire thing! Finally, desperate, she goes for her guitar and plays them a song. Now this actually gets them to shush and pay attention. Sure she’s stuck to playing kid’s songs, but at least they’re finally a little calmer. You come home to Serval passed out on the couch, guitar not in her hands, but in the hands of your kiddos. Gepard liberates the guitar from the children while you wake up Serval. You want to be a little upset at her for falling asleep on the job, but you also can’t blame her. “Your kids are nightmares!” is the first thing she says when she wakes up, but she’s smiling, telling you she didn’t mind they were little nightmares for her this evening. You thank her for watching your kids, and hope her guitar wasn’t too damaged when they had their turn with it…

Jing Yuan: Yes, Jing Yuan would absolutely pawn off his kid on poor Yanqing and insist it was ‘training his patience’ or something ridiculous like that. Yanqing is understandably skeptical, but he was given a mission by the General and he’s Determined to fulfill it. Actually Yanqing isn’t a half bad babysitter, but he doesn’t realize your kid is a bit too young to appreciate rare swords. Oh…Yanqing please don’t let their little kid too close to them… He also doesn’t know what to feed small children either…ah well… What’s the Hsr equivalent of Dino nuggets? He feeds them that. Which is honestly not the worst thing he could’ve chosen. You get back to find Yanqing and your kid just chilling on the couch watching a movie. Not bad, Yanqing! Jing Yuan gives him the ‘mission completed’ speech, and asks Yanqing if he wants to hear how the date went. To which the kid promptly answers with: No, and gets back to practicing his swordsmanship before bedtime.

Welt Yang: ok honestly?? Himeko is a great choice for babysitting. She’s calm and proper, and very willing to take your kid off your hands while the two of you have a nice dinner or whatever it is the two of you want to do for the evening. Heck, she was the one who suggested that the two of you take a break from your kid for once and enjoy yourselves. She’s very good with your kid overall, although she does let them try her evening coffee, so they are a bit energized when you come back to the Express. Welt is a little irked about the coffee, but otherwise Himeko did great, and so the two of you thank her, and take your energized little kid off to bed for the evening, after letting them play off the one little sip of coffee they got, haha.

Dan Heng: Dan Heng was hesitant to let March 7th and the Trailblazer watch your kid while you have a relaxing evening out. In fact he’s nervous the entire date, asking if he should call March or the Trailblazer to check on things and see if things are going okay and if you need to come back to the Express. You tell him absolutely not, we’re enjoying our relaxing evening together, March and Trailblazer will be FINE. And I mean…they do OKAY I guess. March 7th thinks your kid is the cutest thing in the world. So she spoils them. With lots of sweets. And Trailblazer does nothing to stop her. So by the time you get back, your kid is practically bouncing off the walls of the Express. And March 7th of course denies giving them too many sweets, but Trailblazer rats her out. Dan Heng is disappointed but not surprised. At least your kid is happy and in one piece.

Blade: who in their right mind would leave their kid with Kafka and Silver Wolf?? You would. Because you were desperate for a date night with your beloved husband, and surely, surely they’d be okay for one evening right? You lay down the rules pretty quickly. Silver Wolf, no violent video games! Kafka, make sure Silver Wolf follows your rule. Simple. Rules. It was all you asked of them. And guess what you return home to find? Silver Wolf and your kid, sitting on the ground, playing the Hsr equivalent of Doom, while Kafka watches from the couch. Safe to say you’re a little irked. Lucky for them, you had a lovely date night and you could only stay so mad. But if your kid had nightmares, you knew who to blame. At least your child is alive and well, right? So could you really complain? Well honestly yes they broke your one rule, but WHATEVER your kid was okay and that’s all that mattered. Next time you’re hiring a sitter though and not relying on Blade’s work friends.

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galedekarios · 5 months

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gale as a professor at blackstaff academy

i have to say that at first i wasn't too sold on the (then still fanon) idea of a professor ending because of gale's own prior anecdote about being irked by his previous students and their inadequacies.

i thought it might not be a good fit for him as far as professions go.

but reading the epilogue files, i have come around on it.

i think it's just one more way in which he's really grown into himself, become content with who he was in the past, the mistakes he made and what he has learned from them, and the person he wants to be in the future:

Player: You? A teacher? I'd hardly say you set the best example for impressionable young wizards... Gale: I think it makes perfect sense. devnote: Surprised you wouldn't recognise this, a tiny bit offended you don't trust him to do this Gale: Who better to warn of the perils of misusing magic than someone who was once only a wayward sneeze away from destroying a mid-sized settlement? devnote: playing up to his past a bit, you can imagine this is how he acts with his students Tara the Tressym: Don't remind me of those terrible times, Mr Dekarios. My blood pressure has only just recovered.

a few more cute banters & things we learn about gale and his new teaching position:

tara swipes at students who fall asleep in gale's classes, which he himself doesn't mind. he, too, slept through some of them (like his calishite lessons):

Player: Perhaps that's a good thing. I'm sure they're far better students than I was... Gale: Ah, so you still remember our little lesson? devnote: A little bit bashful, it was a vulnerable moment for him Gale: 'Teaching' you was hardly an effort at all. Not like my present cohort of apprentices. devnote: Complimentary, pulling the thought back to the teaching element after getting lost in the memory of the moment Gale: They try their best, of course - when they can manage to stay awake. devnote: Not upset by this - he slept through his fair share of classes as a student Tara the Tressym: The cheek of them! Nothing a well-placed swipe from Tara can't fix, though.

2. gale offered to teach more subjects than illusion via simulacra:

Player: Only a professor? With your expertise, I'd have thought you could teach every kind of magic going... Gale: I did offer, as a matter of fact. devnote: Secretly glad the player thinks so highly of him Gale: However, the Blackstaff insisted I couldn't teach every subject, nor could the simulacra of myself I offered to create for that purpose. devnote: Reluctantly accepts that this was the right decision Gale: So, I've settled for teaching the art of illusion. Magic to confound the senses, to render the impossible into reality, and to allow expression of that most magical attribute of all - imagination. devnote: Selling it a bit - he wants to make sure you appreciate how cool this is

3. gale has told his students about the player's adventures and will invite a player to be a guest lecturer:

Player: I found the love of my life. I'd say I'm pretty happy. Gale: And I couldn't be happier for you. A fitting reward for the sacrifices you made in getting here. Gale: I've told my students plenty of tales about our escapades. You're something of a hero to them, you know. Gale: I'd be delighted to introduce you to my current cohort - as a guest lecturer, perhaps? I'm sure they'd have plenty of questions for you. Player: It would be my pleasure. Gale: Excellent. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist the allure of sharing your expertise. Gale: Of course you'll be most welcome to stay with me in my tower- Tara the Tressym: Ahem. Gale: My apologies, Tara. That would be our tower.

4. his students find him somewhat intimidating due to his backstory with mystra and the orb:

Gale: Well, that was quite lovely. I'm glad you're as pleased to see me as I am you. Gale: I have to say, I'm quite grateful to just be 'Gale' for the evening. Gale: I fear my students find me somewhat intimidating, due to my erm, explosive former reputation. I seem to put the fear of the gods into them. devnote: He plays up to his reputations a bit, so he isn't overly surprised Gale: Or the fear of Mystra, to be more specific. Gale: I surrendered the Crown of Karsus to her, as I told you I would. And in return, she cured me of the orb at last. Gale: Even now, I struggle to put the feeling into words. It was like exhaling for the first time, after holding my breath for so very long. Gale: Of course, I haven't clarified with my students that the orb is no longer a threat. The legend of my explosive capabilities is an excellent means of controlling a classroom. Too good, if anything.

5. he wants to teach his students that there is fun in studying magic:

Gale: I spend most of my time trying to convince them how much fun the study of magic can be, but it'd be easier to crack a smile on an intellect devourer than some of my pupils... devnote: Despairing a little, doesn't understand why they aren't all as passionate as he was Player: Or on a mind flayer, perhaps... Gale: Smiling may no longer come easy to you, but I've seen how your tentacles twitch at my jokes. Even the ones I'm not entirely certain I was trying to make... devnote: Last sentence a tiny bit self-conscious, aware that people sometimes find him ridiculous. Gale: Still, I hoped my students might be a little more open to the playful side of such magic.

anyhow, i hope this was insightful to someone! 🖤

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How do you feel about the fact that angels and demons are non-sexual beings in Good omens?

Anon #1: Well, this is a great question and I appreciate you sending it in for me to answer. Including the other Anons here since they are relevant.

I actually have a lot of feelings about angels and demons being non-sexual beings in Good Omens, which I will do my best to explain. I think the first thing I have to do is make sure I understand what you mean by non-sexual. I know Neil has said that angels and demons do not have genitalia "unless they make an effort," so by that measure, we can say angels and demons are genderless beings (agender or genderqueer perhaps as well, depending on the angel or demon). That, to me, is distinctive and not the same thing as non-sexual, which I consider to be beings who--by design or choice--do not engage in sexual intercourse.

The other thing we have to consider is the distinction between book!Good Omens and TV show!Good Omens. I have not finished reading the book, but it is my understanding that Neil (and Terry, of course) established the angels and demons as genderless in the original text. When the show was adapted for television, 30 years had passed since the novel was published, and so much had changed in that time, so a lot of things were updated to have Good Omens more align with the sensibilities of the modern era (one example is Neil talking about Crowley's aesthetic as an early '90s "Wall Street" type and how they had to figure out what the equivalent of that would be in the present day).

One thing that hasn't changed very much, however, is the portrayal of gay/queer people in the media. For much of those intervening 30 years, gay and queer people were shown as stereotypes--flamboyant, one-dimensional caricatures who existed as "sidekicks" (the "gay BFF") or object lessons for the straight characters (I would say this was especially the case in the late '80s and '90s with the AIDS crisis).

By this time, gay and queer people could exist on TV, but only if they were non-sexual/sexless. One example of this is Blanche's brother Clayton on The Golden Girls. After he comes out to Blanche, he brings home his fiance Doug in a subsequent episode, which has Blanche indignant. "I don't really mind Clayton being homosexual, I just don't like him dating men." Another example is Will & Grace, which aired in the late '90s. Will was a gay man who was one of the main characters, but while we constantly saw Grace falling into bed with random men and all sorts of escapades related to her sex life, we were never shown Will in any sort of similar situation. He could be gay, and he could be Grace's BFF, but he couldn't have a sex life of his own. It was this idea that gay people could exist in abstract terms, but not in the concrete reality of what it meant to be gay. Homophobia disguised as "acceptance."

So when I see/hear the word "non-sexual" in relation to gay and queer people, this is what comes to mind. What I also think of is that the absence of gay male sexuality (as for the majority of the show, Aziraphale and Crowley are male-presenting) is not the same thing as the presence of asexuality. I think it's been remarkably easy for Neil to take credit for that when it doesn't seem to have been his actual intention, and it also removes from him the responsibility of portraying that specific aspect of a non-heterosexual love story.

One thing I want to be very clear on is that I am in no way trying to put down anyone's head canon or what any reader or viewer may see in these characters, and I will never say that anyone's head canons are not valid. But when we are talking about the canon--in other words, what is actually on the screen--I feel like there is a tendency to overlook what Michael and David are actually doing with these characters.

In addition to what I mentioned above about gay characters on TV in the '80s and '90s, the other thing you absolutely could not do as a gay or queer person was fall in love. This is alluded to more in the example above from The Golden Girls, where Blanche is horrified that her brother wants to marry a man, until Sophia finally helps her understand:

Blanche: "Oh, look, I can accept the fact that he's gay, but why does he have to slip a ring on this guy's finger so the whole world will know?" Sophia: "Why did you marry George?" Blanche: "We loved each other. We wanted to make a lifetime commitment. Wanted everybody to know." Sophia: "That's what Doug and Clayton want, too. Everyone wants someone to grow old with. And shouldn't everyone have that chance?"

Here we are now, over 30 years later, and some people still don't want everyone to have that chance. Some people think two people of the same sex can't love each other the way a man and a woman do. Because queer love--and especially love between two men--is still looked at as "less than" and inferior to straight love.

This is the world Michael and David grew up in. This is the social and cultural climate they saw and navigated their own sexuality and identity in--'80s Britain, Margaret Thatcher, Section 28. Where being gay or queer wasn't just immoral, it was illegal. Your very existence alone was stigmatized, pathologized, and criminalized. And they are bringing that lived experience into the roles of Aziraphale and Crowley, albeit in different ways.

To me, Michael is playing Aziraphale as a repressed gay man. A man who--much like David--grew up in the faith and was made to believe that his natural feelings, attractions, and desires were wrong, shameful, and disgusting. We see this with Gabriel deriding Aziraphale for eating sushi and enjoying other Earthly pleasures, and it would be logical to think that it's taken a long time for Aziraphale to feel comfortable with the foods/drink/books he likes and the pleasure they bring him. Similarly, it's taken Aziraphale a millennia to find the one being who makes him feel comfortable with the desires he has. The being who is the exception to every rule Heaven ever laid out, who encourages Aziraphale to be himself in every respect. And that's Crowley.

In this scene in the Bastille (which I know has been analyzed a thousand times and a thousand ways), when Aziraphale looks at Crowley like this, the desire rising up in him is more than obvious. The wide eyes, the heaving bosom, and of course the smoldering up-and-down glance all speak to this--he is, quite literally, checking Crowley out, without shame, possibly for the first time ever. Even though that desire is not outwardly expressed in GO season 1, it does not mean it doesn't exist--only that Aziraphale letting himself feel this (and Crowley being the one entity who allows him to feel this) is the first step in a very long journey away from that lifetime of repression.

In terms of Crowley, I feel that David is playing Crowley as a gay man who is afraid of commitment because he has been hurt in the past. There is a feeling of impermanence to Crowley--that, despite being a celestial, immortal entity, he doesn't like to hold onto things because deep down, he believes they will eventually be taken away. He knows who he is, but is all too aware of the consequences that come with it. So he does not get attached, because to him, attachment equals pain, and he believes nothing is worth that risk.

In the church scene in 1941 (which, again, so much has already been said), Crowley saves Aziraphale's books from the wreckage. It's been said by many that Crowley fell in love long before this (which I do think is true), but for me, I feel like this was where we saw that Crowley was truly "attached" to Aziraphale. He rescued Aziraphale from the Bastille, and he saved Aziraphale from the bombs of the Blitz, but in grabbing the books, Crowley isn't just saving Aziraphale's body--he's holding onto a piece of his soul. For the first time ever, Crowley has found something that isn't temporary, and after a millennia of cynicism, Aziraphale is the one entity who makes him feel fully and wholeheartedly ready to commit to something.

This is what I have seen and perceived in the portrayals of Aziraphale and Crowley that Michael and David have given us. I absolutely do 100% believe that asexual folks deserve representation--representation that is clear and specific, not just a side effect of Neil not wanting to show these characters expressing outward sexual desires--but I do not believe that is how Michael and David are playing the characters. It's not enough--or at least it shouldn't be--to have characters of marginalized backgrounds just standing in the room, or to say, "This one's gay," "This one's nonbinary," "This one's asexual." Including these identities in the fabric of the story means doing what Michael and David have done, which is showing these people or beings as three-dimensional, as fully realized characters who happen to have that identity, rather than as ticked boxes representing a certain identity on a checklist.

And to the Anons mentioning the Radio Times article (which seems like it came out a hundred years ago now)--Anon #4 particularly--I appreciate you sharing your thoughts with me, but I could not disagree with you more.

First of all, I have no idea where in the world you got that Aziraphale and Crowley's romance was explicit in season 1, because it was absolutely anything but. Three days after they posted that, RT posted another article seemingly backtracking on everything they'd previously said (as if we'd all somehow pulled a Gabriel Jim and forgotten everything about the first article). The phrase "Could romance be on the cards after all?" is in the bloody headline of article #2, which to me says that RT is going to go in whichever direction the wind blows--to create engagement and generate clicks--but also that it is very clear what they meant by "conventional" in the first article. I do not get the feeling that Radio Times--a mainstream publication that seemingly publishes any story they can farm from social media--was thinking of ace or aro identities or relationships when writing that. Even a tiny little bit.

Even a queer-centric media outlet like Pride today published an article saying the first season of GO lacked LGBTQ+ representation. Obviously, I do not at all agree with this or with several other things mentioned in the article. But what I am challenging folks to do is think about what this is really saying. By the end of GO 1 season, everyone accepts and assumes that Madame Tracy and Shadwell are a couple. She makes eyes at him, they have dinner together, and no one questions them being a couple, even though they are not shown being physically affectionate. Aziraphale and Crowley do exactly the same things, but no one (speaking of the larger public, outside the hardcore fan base) assumes they are a couple.

Maybe what that means, then, is that "representation" that requires you to squint and turn your head in order to see it--like Aziraphale and Crowley holding hands on the bus--isn't really representation at all. And by Neil "not wanting to label" something, it seems to suggest that committing to a label or embracing that gayness is something he is not comfortable with--for any number of reasons--and is why we could have a meaningless love scene with a straight couple that does not have a real connection (Newt and Anathema), but couldn't have a meaningful love scene with a gay couple that does have a devastatingly profound and powerful connection.

So yes, those are my thoughts on the angels and demons in Good Omens being non-sexual, and what that means in a larger cultural/societal sense. I know that when GO season 2 comes out in a week, I could be proven completely wrong about everything I've just said, and I will have no problem with that at all. I fully trust what Michael and David will bring to the roles of Aziraphale and Crowley, but my hesitation stems from the limitations they will potentially be up against, in terms of the script/storyline (and is something I have felt from the interviews we've seen with them this past week).

I'm hopeful for the best, though (as always), so we'll just have to see what happens...

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