#now to go to the AH and see if I can find a mirror I like that fits the first one <3 I defintely don't have an impulse buying problem <33

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Enchanted (Vox x Faerie!reader) (part 3)

<- part 2

Word count: 10309

CW! Valentino and everything that follows

“Should you be headed to work now?” I asked, standing up and brushing myself off. “You said you had some important meetings. I’d rather not be the reason you miss them.”

Vox had watched as I sat on the bed, taking a moment to collect myself. He felt a pang of guilt, seeing my frustration and anger. He knew he’d overstepped boundaries, but he had justified it in his mind. After all, he had just wanted to have a bit of fun with me, and the way I’d fallen into hypnosis for him had been exhilarating.

But he knew better than to push the topic further. He didn’t want to anger me any more than I already was.

He took a deep breath and shifted his weight, clearing his throat before speaking. "Ah, yes, I do have some important meetings planned for today. I really ought to-”

His words were interrupted by a soft chime coming from his phone. He quickly fished it out of his pocket and glanced at it, sighing in annoyance.

“Hm?” I perked up and looked at him curiously.

"Ah, it's just a notification from Valentino," he grumbled, scrolling through the message with an irritated expression on his face. "He's demanding my presence at his office, something about an important business matter that he needs to discuss with me right away. I'm afraid it can't be delayed."

He sighed again and shoved the phone back into his pocket. "Looks like I have to cut my time with you short, princess."

“Wait wait wait!” I said quickly, rushing over. “You said you’d bring me with you!” I said, nervous and slightly panicked. I was still a faerie in Hell and as much as I was still pissed at him from that little stunt he’d just pulled… I still needed him.

A look of realisation crossed his face as he remembered their earlier conversation. He had promised to bring me with him… “Damn it, I did say that, didn’t I?” he muttered to himself.

He looked me up and down, taking in my faerie form. “But you’re going to go like that? Undisguised?”

“What do you mean?” I asked. I tilted my head and looked in a mirror and- “Oh. Oh- shit…” I muttered, moving away from him. “Don’t! Don’t look at me- fuck- give me a moment to get my glamour back in place.”

Vox couldn’t help but laugh. How hadn’t I noticed before? It was so obvious! “Oh, princess, I’m already looking,” he teased, walking over to me and gently grabbing my chin to turn me towards him. “And I have to admit… you look quite lovely like this, with your true form on full display.”

“No, no, no! Stop that,” I said, pulling away from him. I walked into his bathroom and closed and locked the door. “No looking! I just- give me a minute.” I covered my face with my hands, muttering curses before sighing.

Vox chuckled again, shaking his head at my frantic behaviour. “Alright, alright, princess. I won’t look,” he called through the door, his tone lighthearted.

He leaned against the wall by the bathroom door, waiting patiently for me to finish getting my glamour back in place. He couldn’t help but smirk to himself, finding my flustered state adorable.

I murmured a quick spell and sighed with relief, feeling the familiar sensation wash over me. I soaked it up, taking it all in before examining myself in the mirror. My skin was back to normal, so were my eyes. My nails weren’t claws anymore… I was okay. I was okay.

I peeked my head out the door and slowly stepped out. “Better,” I mumbled, seeming to shrink in on myself. “Sorry you had to see that. We can go now.”

Vox pushed himself off the wall, his sly expression shifting to a more confused one. “Sorry?” he repeated, taking a step closer to me. “I quite liked seeing you like that, princess.”

He reached out and gently touched my shoulder, his expression softening more as he noticed my nervous behaviour. “I… I-if you want to hide your true form, I understand,” he said. “We’ll be heading to Valentino’s soon.”

“Well come on then,” I said, putting on a faux smile and trying to act nonchalant. I linked my arm in his causally and walked with him to the door. “Lead the way!”

Vox chuckled at my attempt at nonchalance, seeing right through it. How did I not know how bad I was at acting? He couldn’t help but play along though, leading me out of his apartment and down the hallway.

“You’re an interesting one, princess,” he said as they walked side by side. “First you get all flustered and frustrated, and then you act like nothing happened.”

“No point on dwelling on the past, especially when it’s already dealt with,” I said, quieter. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, then looked away. “I think you of all people would understand that.”

Vox paused for a moment, his expression falling slightly at my comment. I had a point - he was no stranger to dealing with things and moving on quickly. But my words stung a bit, reminding him of his own flaws.

"Ah, touché, princess," he said with a smirk, trying to cover up his momentary discomfort. "You do know how to hit where it hurts, don't you?"

“Vox, I-” my face fell and my ears drooped a bit. I pressed myself closer to his side as we kept walking. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just, since you’re all about change and keeping with the times. You’re all about modernity. I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

Vox sighed, his smirk fading as he glanced down at me. He could see the genuine look of regret in my eyes, and heard the sincerity in my voice. He knew I hadn't meant to hurt him.

"No, no, princess, don't apologise," he said, pulling me a bit closer to him. "You're right. I am all about change and progression. I guess I just... sometimes struggle with dealing with the past."

“I guess we all do,” I said, quieter.

I held onto his arm tighter as we approached our destination, shrinking into his side. I was nervous. “Is he… nice?” I asked, looking up at Vox. A stupid question, considering it was Hell.

Vox chuckled at my question, his expression once again filled with amusement. "Nice? Valentino? Princess, you really do have a lot to learn about Hell."

He paused for a moment, considering my question. "No, he's not nice. He's anything but nice, actually. He's powerful, ruthless, and downright cruel when he wants to be. And right now, he's pissed at me." He was stretching the truth, not that he felt bad about it. He’d rather I be afraid than bold and blunt around Val, considering how easily things could go south.

“What’d you do?” I asked curiously. I searched my memory, and a bit of his- the string that tethered us together also made it so I could see key points in his life at any time I wanted. I paused for a moment. “Aren’t you in love with him?”

Vox's expression soured immediately, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at me. He wasn't exactly happy about me snooping through his memories. "Hey! Stop that. That's private, princess, you can't just rummage through my head like that."

“You literally hypnotized me five minutes ago, I’d say skimming your memories is plenty fair,” I grumbled to myself.

Vox rolled his eyes, still not happy about me skirting through his memories, but he couldn't deny my point. "Fine, princess, I guess we're even then."

“And….yeah! Yeah you guys have kissed and stuff,” I said, still skimming some of his memories. “Shouldn’t you be on good terms?”

He paused for a moment, letting out a deep sigh. "No, we're not in love. Not really. It's... complicated. And right now we're not exactly on good terms at the moment. It's a long story."

I thought for a moment, then looked up at him. “I don’t believe you, anyway. You’re still together, aren’t you? He’s just upset that you’ve been overworking yourself, prioritizing your business over him.”

He stopped and looked down at me, raising an eyebrow at my words. He bristled at the accuracy of my statement. He didn't like it when I was right about something.

"You... are annoyingly perceptive, you know that?" he grumbled.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” I said, waving a dismissive hand. “You’ve got a bigger problem, anyway. I *think* you two are in an open relationship, but… yknow. I’m not sure how he’ll feel if he found out how you feel about me.”

Vox tensed at my comment, feeling a pang of guilt in his chest. He knew I was right, but he didn't like being reminded of it. He had tried to ignore the growing feelings he harbored for me, telling himself that he was just using me as a temporary distraction.

"It's... complicated," he repeated, avoiding eye contact with me. "And Valentino doesn't need to know anything about what I feel about you, princess. He doesn't need to know anything at all, got it?"

“I don’t even know how you feel about me, you unpredictable prick…” I mumbled. “Yeah, sure, whatever,” I said, a little louder as an answer to his question. He opened the door to… wherever we were meeting Valentino and led me inside. “I’ll just pretend I don’t exist and let you guys do your thing.”

Vox sighed, feeling a pang of guilt again at my mumbled words. He had made a mess of things, and he knew it. But he couldn't let Valentino find out about his growing feelings for me. It would only cause trouble.

He led me inside the meeting room, feeling a sense of dread with every step he took. He could already tell that Valentino was in a foul mood, and he wasn't sure how he'd react to seeing me.

"Just... keep quiet, princess," he muttered to me as they approached Valentino.

I nodded and zipped my lips.

I was surprised when I saw Valentino, as we approached. He was a moth demon- I hadn’t noticed that when I was going through Voxs memories. Valentino was tall, and even Vox would only meet eye level with his chest. He was a giant compared to me.

Val had a lavender skin tone, long heart shaped fluffy antenna, beautiful pink wings with a heart pattern, four arms, and gold framed rose coloured heart shaped glasses. Striking pink eyes, and chest fluff that mimicked the sort of ring of fluff moths had around their necks.

I looked between him and Vox expectantly.

Vox approached Valentino, trying to put on his usual charming demeanor but feeling a sense of trepidation in his stomach. He knew that Val was pissed at him, and he could already see the irritation in the moth demon's expression.

Valentino looked up as they approached, his beautiful pink eyes narrowing as they landed on Vox. His antennae flicked irritably.

"About goddamn time you showed up," Val growled, his voice low and gruff.

Vox plastered a smile on his face, trying to diffuse the situation. "Sorry, Val, I got held up," he said, shrugging nonchalantly.

Valentino rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. "Yeah, sure. Held up." He turned his gaze to me, and his expression changed from annoyance to curiosity. "And who's this?"

I froze but didn’t answer him, despite the questioned being directed towards me. I hadn’t given Vox my name and I sure as hell wasn’t going to give it to Val. Instead, I looked up at Vox, deferring to him to respond.

Vox noticed my hesitation and knew I was trying to keep my identity a secret. He chuckled at my reaction, guessing that social situations made me uncomfortable in general.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his side. "Oh, this is just a... friend, Val," he said carefully, trying to keep his tone casual. "She won't be a bother, don't worry."

I gave him a small wave and nervous smile. A small squeak slipped from my mouth but I didn’t utter a word besides that.

Valentino raised an eyebrow at Vox’s words, a smirk spreading across his face. He could tell I was nervous, but he also found it amusing. "Aww, she's cute," he said, his voice dripping with a mocking tone. "But why can't she speak? Cat got your tongue, sweetie?"

I looked back at Vox again, trying to see how he wanted me to respond. He had told me not to say a word! I was following that order- and that also meant my second favor to him had been paid off.

Vox could see the confusion and nervousness on my face, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had told me not to speak, and now he was watching as I struggled to navigate the conversation without breaking the rules.

He squeezed my shoulder gently, a silent warning to continue keeping quiet. He knew Valentino was enjoying the power dynamic, and he didn't want to give him any more ammunition.

"She's just shy," Vox said with a forced smile. "She's not much of a talker."

Valentino chuckled, clearly enjoying the position he held in the situation. "Shy, huh?" He took a step closer to us, his eyes roaming up and down me. "Or just terrified of me?"

I bit my tongue to stop myself from speaking. I wasn’t scared of him I was just doing as I was told for Vox. If he thought I was intimidated, though, it might just work in my favor…

I moved behind Vox slightly, clutching his arm a bit tighter and looking at him with wide eyes, acting scared. If Tino thought I was truly frightened and Vox made him back off, I wouldn’t have to speak at all.

Valentino's smirk widened as he saw me move behind Vox and clutch his arm tighter. It was apparent he loved having that sort of power over people.

Vox, on the other hand, felt a pang of guilt again at my act. He could see what I was doing, and he knew why I was doing it. But he also knew that Valentino would relish in seeing me scared of him.

"Hey, back off, Val," Vox said firmly. "Leave her alone."

Valentino chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm just messing with her, Voxy," he said, his voice dripping with a smug sort of entitlement and arrogance. "Can't a guy have a little fun?"

Vox tensed at Valentino's words and the familiar nickname. He knew Valentino was trying to rile him up, but he tried to keep his composure.

He pulled me closer to his side, shielding me from Valentino's gaze. "Yeah, well, she's not here for your entertainment," he said, his voice low and irritated. "She's with me, so lay off."

Valentino chuckled again, tilting his head to the side. "Possessive, aren’t we, baby?" he said mockingly. "Or are you just worried I'll steal her away from you?"

I perked up at that, and looked at Vox again, this time more questioning. I’d been trying to figure out his feelings towards me, trying to gauge whether he even liked me or not.

Vox saw the questioning look on my face and felt his heartbeat quicken. He knew Valentino was taunting him, trying to get a rise out of him, but my expectant look wasn’t helping.

He clenched his jaw, feeling a pang of jealousy at Valentino's words- In his mind, I was his, no matter how he felt about me.

"She's not yours to steal," he growled, pulling me even closer to him. "She's mine, Val, so back off."

“Um,” I said quietly, giving him a look. “I think I’m my own fucking person, thanks.” I muttered it just low enough for Vox alone to hear. “I don’t wanna deal with some alpha male bullshit here.”

Vox heard my whispered words, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly. He knew he was being possessive, but he couldn't help it. Valentino was pushing all his buttons, and he could feel his irritation building.

He glanced down at me, a small smirk on his face. "I know you're your own person, princess," he whispered back, barely audible for even me to hear. "But you're here with me, and I'll be damned if I let Valentino think you're up for grabs."

“Well what if I am?” I asked, raising a brow. “You hypnotized me earlier and Val has tried no such thing. I think I might just prefer him.” I raised my voice, just loud enough for Valentino to hear too.

Vox's smirk vanished, replaced by a flash of anger in his eyes. He couldn't believe I was actually considering being with Valentino instead- and in front of him, no less!

He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Valentino spoke up, clearly enjoying the situation. "You hear that, Voxy?" he said with a smirk. "She's sayin’ I'm her favorite. Can't say I'm surprised."

“I haven’t known you for five seconds, mothman, so shut your pretty little mouth,” I snapped, rolling my eyes.

I finally pulled away from Vox, then grabbed his arm and shoved him towards Valentino. “You two work out whatever you’re going through in your relationship. I’m not gonna be some pawn in your game. Love isn’t some strategic game of chess, it’s not about winning. Get your act together and sort this shit out. From what I can tell, you’re a cute couple anyway.”

Vox stumbled backwards as I shoved him towards Valentino, stunned by my sudden movement. He caught himself before he could fall and looked at me in surprise. He could see the irritation in my eyes, and he knew he'd gone too far.

Valentino chuckled at my words, clearly amused by my outburst. "She's feisty, Voxy," he said, a smirk on his face. "I like her."

Vox looked back and forth between the two of them, his anger and jealousy giving way to guilt and confusion.

“Work out your relationship, I’m going to…” I paused for a moment, remembering I couldn’t leave without Vox or else I’d probably die. “Ugh, I’ll wait on the other side of the room. I guess.” I huffed and walked as far away from the two as possible, no longer willing to participate in the conversation anymore.

Vox watched me walk away, the guilt and remorse sinking in even deeper. He knew he had messed things up. I mean, he wasn’t quite sure what he’d messed up on specifically, but he knew he had, in fact, made a mistake.

Valentino, on the other hand, was enjoying the spectacle. "Damn, she's something else, isn't she?" he said, a smirk on his face.

Vox gritted his teeth, irritation and jealousy clawing at him. "Shut it, Val," he growled. "This is your fault."

“ITS NOBODIES FAULT IM JUST IN A BAD MOOD,” I yelled from across the room. I glared at them and stuck up my middle finger. “Now act like adults and work this shit out! Stop talking about me I’m not even fucking relevant to your relationship!!”

Vox winced as I yelled, feeling even worse than before. He knew I was right, he and Val were acting like children, and I was caught in the middle. I wouldn’t have minded so much if I was having a good- or even normal day. But no.

Valentino chuckled, finding my outburst amusing. "She's really feisty," he said, shooting Vox a smirk. "You sure know how to pick 'em, baby."

Vox huffed in annoyance, his irritation growing by the moment. He knew Val was enjoying this way too much. "Ugh, shut up, Val," Vox said, his voice strained. "You're not helping."

Valentino raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Oh, I'm not trying to help, mi cariño," he said, his tone dripping with mockery. "I'm just enjoying the show."

Vox clenched his fists, his anger boiling over. He had had enough of Valentino's games.

I sighed, recognized they weren’t gonna make any progress like this. With my back to them, I started muttering a spell that they couldn’t hear at all. It should work to calm Vox’s nerves, at the very least.

As the muttering started, neither Vox nor Valentino noticed the spell being cast. All they could hear was the sound of my voice faintly in the background.

Vox, still seething with anger and irritation, felt something shift within him. It was subtle at first, but then he realized that his emotions were starting to calm down. He no longer felt the overwhelming wave of jealousy.

He looked down at his hands, which had been clenched so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. He unclenched them, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. “Huh..”

He looked over at Valentino, who was still smirking at him. He felt a pang of irritation, but it was much less intense than before. “What the hell…” he muttered.

Valentino noticed the change in Vox’s demeanor and his smirk faltered. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, looking at him curiously.

Vox frowned, feeling the effects of the spell even more intensely. He couldn’t focus on his anger, his thoughts were too calm now.

“I… I don’t know,” he said slowly. “I suddenly feel really… calm.”

I sighed in annoyance, wishing he’d stop focusing on that and get on to fixing his relationship with Val. At the very least, I was glad they’d stopped arguing,

Vox tried to refocus his thoughts, but it was harder than he had anticipated it’d be. He felt so strangely calm, it was difficult to maintain any sense of irritation.

Valentino watched him, his expression becoming more concerned. "Are you feeling okay, baby?" he asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

Vox flinched slightly at the touch. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, still sounding a little disoriented. "Just... really, really calm, for some reason."

Valentino’s concern morphed into a frown as he withdrew his hand. He could sense something was off. “Calm, huh?” he said slowly, tilting his head to the side. “That’s not like you.”

Vox rubbed his forehead, still trying to gather his thoughts. “I... I don’t know what’s going on,” he said, sounding frustrated. “I feel like I… like I can’t get angry or something.”

“Idiots…” I muttered, under my breath. They were focusing on the wrong thing! Why couldn’t they just make up already?

Both Vox and Valentino looked up at the sound of my muttering, but they couldn't make out the words.

Vox felt the calmness wash over him again, making it difficult to focus on anything but my voice. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself further.

“I… I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice sounding a bit strained. He started to walk towards me.

Valentino watched him go, his frown deepening. “Now where do you think you’re going?” he called after him.

Vox didn’t answer, his focus solely on getting to me. He approached me, his steps slow and deliberate.

He reached my side, his mind still feeling the effects of the spell’s calmness. He looked down at me, his expression still confused.

“What did you do?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual.

I startled at his voice, jumping slightly. I squeaked and looked at him with wide eyes, my wings spreading out with surprise. “Shit, Vincent! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

Vox chuckled at my reaction, a small smirk forming on his face. "Didn't mean to scare ya," he said, still sounding oddly calm.

He looked at my wings for a moment, his eyes roaming over the pretty colours. He always loved my wings.

“What’s that look for?” I asked, squinting at him. I stood up and looked over his shoulder at Tino, who seemed very angry. I motioned him over without Vox noticing.

Vox was so distracted by my wings that he didn’t notice my motion to Valentino. He looked back at me, his focus still a bit hazy.

“What look?” he asked, his smirk growing slightly. “Can’t a guy admire a pretty pair of wings?”

“You’re not usually so straightforward. Or blunt. Or clear about your feelings on anything,” I said flatly. Had my spell backfired? Or was the calm effect really the only reason he was just now coming to terms with his emotions? Just how chaotic was his mind usually like???

Vox blinked, surprised that I’d picked up on his unusual behavior. He knew he was usually more reserved when it came to expressing his feelings, so he couldn’t understand why he was being so open now.

“I… I don’t know what’s going on,” he said honestly, a small frown on his face. “I feel different than usual, and I don’t know why.”

“That’d be me,” I said, quieter. “All I did was calm you down, though. Now you’re acting all weird. I don’t like it. What do you think, Tino?”

Valentino appeared next to us, having followed my signal. He looked at Vox, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern.

“Well, he’s definitely calmer than usual,” Valentino said, crossing his arms over his chest. “But something’s off. He’s being too nice.”

“I agree,” I said, moving closer to Val. I looked between him and Vox, sighed, and lifted the spell. I tried to focus on Vox but failed, my gaze shifting to Val instead. “Why are you so tall?” I asked, before I could stop myself.

Valentino chuckled, his annoyance shifting to amusement. "Because I like towering over people," he said with a smirk.

Vox scowled at the comment, his calm demeanor faltering slightly. He didn’t like me standing closer to Val.

I made a small gesture with my hand, making the spell kick back in for a moment. I didn’t need him being jealous over nothing.

I looked back to Valentino. “You seem… fluffy. I like it,” I said, with a small smile. I poked one of his lower arms. “Boop.”

Valentino chuckled again, clearly enjoying my attention. He flexed the arm I had poked, his smirk growing. "You think I'm fluffy?" he said, raising a brow. "I don't get that compliment often."

Vox huffed, the calmness from the spell washing over him again. He hated seeing me touch Valentino like that.

“Mm… Vox is jealous,” I said, quieter so only Val could hear. “Is he usually like this?”

Valentino looked at Vox, his smirk widening at my words. He chuckled quietly. "Yep, he's usually like this. Jealous and possessive."

“Can you do anything about it?” I asked, looking up at him. I was trying to hide it, but there was a certain desperation in my eyes. “Please? I don’t need him being an absolute piss baby everytime I shift my attention to someone who isn’t him.”

Valentino looked down at me, a hint of a smirk on his face. He could see the concern and nervousness in my eyes, and it amused him.

“Yeah, I can do something about it,” he said, his voice low. He looked at Vox, who was still watching them intently. “Hey, Voxy, can we talk?”

Vox scowled at the sound of Valentino’s voice, but he couldn’t muster any real anger. The spell was still affecting him too much. “What?” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Valentino's smirk widened at Vox's petulant tone. "We need to have a little chat," he said. "Away from your new friend." He glanced over at me, then back at Vox. "Come on, let's talk in private. Unless you're too scared to leave your princess."

Vox bristled at Valentino’s words. He hated being reminded of how he acted when I was around, but he didn’t get the chance to retort because Valentino grabbed his arm and started pulling him away.

“Hey,” Vox protested, struggling against his grip. “Let go, Val.”

“It’s fine,” I said softly, running my fingers gently along the ports on the back of Vox’s head- specifically, the ones that made him feel calm, relaxed, happy, trusting, warm, and the like.

Vox froze as my fingers gently ran along his ports, sending a jolt of calmness through him. He felt himself relax involuntarily, a small sigh escaping his lips.

“Damn it,” he muttered, resisting the urge to lean into my touch. He didn’t like how easily I had calmed him down, even though he knew it was because of the spell.

I gave him a small smile, and encouraging thumbs up, and then stepped away. “You’ll live.”

He allowed Valentino to pull him away, casting one last irritated look back at me.

Valentino led Vox away from me, his grip tight on his arm. Once they were out of earshot, he released him and turned to face him, a smirk on his face. "You're really gone for her, huh?" he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Vox scowled at Valentino, not liking the smirk on his face. He hated how easily Valentino could read him, especially when it came to people he liked. "What's it to you?" he asked, trying to maintain a certain level of detachment in his voice.

Valentino chuckled, his smirk growing wider. "Oh, nothing," he said with mock innocence. "I just find it adorable how wrapped around her finger you are."

He paused for a moment, his expression turning more serious. "But seriously, mi cariño, you have got to calm down. This whole possessive jealousy thing is getting real old, real fast."

I sighed, still in the other room, happy to have a moment to myself. Valentino had assured me nobody else could get in, so I was safe. I wouldn’t run into another demon. That was the only reason I was okay with Vox going so far away. I smiled to myself, relaxing and enjoying the moment of peace.

Valentino continued his talk with Vox , who was growing increasingly frustrated.

"I'm not being possessive," he retorted. "I just don't like how close she is with you."

Valentino rolled his eyes. "Sure, because you were just fine with me before she came along. Come on, Voxxy, you're clearly completely obsessed with her."

"I am not obsessed with her!" Vox protested, tensing at Valentino's words. "She's... she's just..." He fumbled for words, his jealousy and irritation warring with the calmness brought on by my spell. He hated that Valentino was right.

Valentino chuckled again, enjoying watching him struggle to come up with a denial. He knew he had hit a nerve. "Let me guess,' he said, his tone mocking. "She's different? She's special? You just can't help yourself around her?"

"Shut up," Vox muttered, not liking the way Valentino made it sound so trivial. But deep down, he knew he was right. I was different, I was special to him, and he found himself drawn to me in a way he'd never experienced before.

Valentino smirked, sensing he was getting through to Vox. "Look, Voxxy, I get it. She's hot. She's sweet. She's got that whole 'adorable little princess' thing going on. But you gotta remember, she's not yours, and she never will be."

I got up and paced around the empty room, getting nervous. What was taking so long?

"I never said she was mine," he protested. "But I just... I don't want her getting too close to you. You're always flirting with everyone, I don't want you doing the same with her."

Valentino rolled his eyes again. "Seriously? You're acting like a possessive little chihuahua."

"I am not a chihuahua!" Vox protested, his irritation rising again. He hated when Valentino compared him to small, yappy dogs. "And I'm not possessive," he continued. "I just... I just don't trust you around her. You have a history of going for anything with a pulse."

Valentino raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk on his face. "Oh, so now you're going to start judging me? That's rich, coming from mister 'I'm-a-technopath with a god complex.' You're no saint yourself, Voxy."

Vox clenching his fists at Valentino's retort. "At least I'm not known for sleeping around with anything that moves!" he retorted, his voice sharp.

Valentino rolled his eyes. "At least I don't have a giant, glowing LED screen for a face," he shot back.

I knocked on the door, cracking it open. “Guys..?” I asked hesitantly. There was blood on my face.

The sound of knocking on the door interrupted their argument, and Vox and Valentino turned to see me peeking out of the room. They both stiffened when they noticed the blood on my face.

Vox quickly made his way over to me, concern etched on his face. "What happened? Are you okay?"

“I’m fine. I came to find you and this asshole tried to kill me,” I said, holding up the dead body of another sinner demon that I’d dragged along with me. He had claw marks all over him, and I was unharmed. It was his blood on me, not my own. My claws turned back to their usual nails as I walked in. “Sorry. I was getting nervous.”

Valentino's eyes widened at the sight of the dead sinner demon, then flicked up to my face. He could see the blood all over me, and for a moment, he looked almost impressed. Vox, on the other hand, only exhaled slightly in relief when he saw I was unharmed.

"Jesus, you scared us," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "What the hell happened?"

“I just told you! I came to come find you both because I was getting worried, he saw me in the hallway and…” I trailed off, shrinking into myself for a moment, folding my wings behind my back.

“He saw my ears, then my wings. At first I think he thought I was a moth demon like Val but when he got closer, trying to flirt with me, he realized I was a faerie and… he attacked me. I probably shouldn’t have killed him,” I sighed, frustrated with myself. “I went overboard, didn’t I? God this is embarrassing.”

Valentino whistled, looking at the corpse on the floor. "Damn, princess, you really did a number on him."

Vox, on the other hand, was focused on me. The sight of the blood on my face was making him incredibly uneasy, but he tried to keep his voice steady. "Hey, it's okay," he said, squeezing my shoulder reassuringly. "You did what you had to do. Don't apologize for defending yourself."

“I mean, I guess… it’s just, he was so easy to kill! Like, I thought it’d be hard since he’s a demon, but it was a piece of cake. I feel kinda bad now,” I said, glancing at the marred corpse. “That’s stupid, isn’t it? This is normal for you guys, probably. How many people have you killed? Is that a stupid question? You’ve probably lost track.”

Valentino chuckled darkly, eyeing the corpse on the floor. "Yeah, it's not exactly a rare occurrence down here. I lost count a long time ago."

Vox, however, didn't seem to share Val's nonchalance. He looked at the dead demon for a moment, then back at me. "I don't really keep track," he said evasively. "But, uh, you... you killed him easily, right?"

“Yeah, it was simple!” I said, brightening up. I smiled, picking up the body with one hand easily. “I just dragged my claws across his neck- he squealed like a little bitch, and it was gonna get me some unwanted attention, so I did the same over here,” I placed my hand over the man’s chest. “And dug a little deeper as I tore across. Ended up breaking a few ribs, I think? No big deal.”

Valentino was clearly impressed by my ruthless efficiency. "Damn, doll. Remind me not to piss you off," he said with a smirk.

Vox, on the other hand, felt a little pang in his chest at my nonchalant description of the murder. He knew it was normal down here, and he'd done his own share of killing, but hearing me talk about it so casually unnerved him a little.

“Thank you!” I said with a grin. I gave him a small bow, then faltered. “Damnit! That’s another favor I owe… ugh.”

Valentino chuckled at my little bow, amused by my manners. Apparently being polite in hell wasn’t normal. "Relax, doll. No need to keep track of favors like that," he said.

Vox, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow at my comment. "Wait, how many favors do you owe, exactly?"

“I did you two favors this morning, so I don’t owe you anymore,” I told Vox with a dismissive gesture of my hand. “I owe Valentino one, now. I think it’s a small one, considering it was just a compliment I thanked him for… oh and you still owe me one favor, I think.”

Valentino smirked at me, clearly enjoying the fact that he had another favor owed to him. "Damn right, you do. And I'm gonna come collect sooner or later," he said, a sly glint in his eye.

Vox's face soured slightly at the reminder, but he tried to hide it. "Right, right... I almost forgot," he muttered, avoiding my gaze.

I watched Tinos antennae move around on his head as he spoke, and couldn’t help but smile. “You’re cute,” I said, without much thought.

Valentino raised an eyebrow in surprise at the unexpected compliment. "Me? Cute?" he said, looking at me curiously.

“Yeah! And your wings are pretty,” I said, looking over at them. “Cute and pretty, like Vox.” I smiled and looked at him, remembering our conversation from yesterday.

Valentino looked taken aback for a moment, not used to such direct compliments. He seemed to bask in it for a moment.

Vox, on the other hand, felt a flush of embarrassment at my praise. He wasn't used to being described as "pretty," especially not in the same sentence as Valentino. "Uh, thanks," he mumbled, trying to hide his flustered expression.

“Haha! Now you owe me two favors,” I said with a grin. I nudged him playfully, then linked his arm in mine as I walked over to Val. “So! Did you guys work things out?”

Valentino chuckled at my playful gesture, amused by my attitude. He shrugged in response to my question. "Eh, as much as we ever do," he said with a smirk. "We didn't kill each other, so I'd say that's progress."

Vox, who was trying to maintain his composure, raised an eyebrow at how casually I linked my arm with his.

“Cool beans! Can I join you, then?” I asked, looking between them.

Valentino chuckled at my question, clearly intrigued by the idea. "Sure, doll," he said with a smirk. "The more the merrier."

Vox, on the other hand, felt his heart skip a beat at my words. He hadn't expected me to be so direct about it. He tried to maintain his cool facade, but his circuitry lit up bright red for a moment.

“Yes!” I cheered lightly, a huge smile on my face. “Okay, this is going much better than everything with Vox yesterday,” I said, walking over to Val. I frowned for a moment at the height difference. “I keep forgetting how tall you are,” I said, squinting at him. I stood on my tip-toes, only barely reaching eye level with his torso.

Valentino laughed at my attempt to reach his height. "Yeah, I'm a bit of a giant compared to you, princess," he said with a smirk, looking down at me.

Vox watched the interaction between us two with a mix of irritation and fascination. He hated how easily I was flirting with Valentino, but at the same time, he couldn't help but notice how cute I looked trying to reach Val's height.

“Can we compare wings?” I asked curiously, my attention already shifting again.

Valentino chuckled at my eagerness, a bit surprised by my bluntness and curiosity. "Sure, doll. I don't see why not," he said, his wings fluttering slightly. He spread them out so I could get a good look.

“Ooh, pretty!” I said, spreading my own. “Vox! I can’t believe you didn’t introduce me to Val the moment we met! You’ve been hogging him to yourself, haven’t you?”

Vox chuckled wryly, unable to deny the accusation. "Maybe I was," he said with a shrug. "But, in my defense, I didn't exactly plan on all this." He folded his arms across his chest, still a bit miffed that I was practically fawning over Valentino.

I watched as Val pulled out a cigarette and lit it, looking at him curiously before redirecting my attention back to his wings. “Can I touch them?” I asked, softer. “They look so fluffy!!”

Valentino chuckled at my question, puffing on his cigarette. "Sure, doll. Go ahead," he said, slightly flexing his wings to show them off.

“So soft!” I said brightly. I started making the same buzzing night I’d made the night before, when I was cuddling with Vox. As a moth faerie, it was the equivalent to a cat purring and I wondered if Val ever did the same. My ears twitched, perking up as I gently ran my fingers along Valentinos wings.

Valentino chuckled at the sound of my buzzing, finding it surprisingly endearing. "Ha, you sound like a little bumblebee," he said with a smirk.

“Hey! I bet you make that noise too, since you’re a moth demon,” I said with a lighthearted smile. The more he smoked, the more lightheaded I started to feel. I felt warm and a little tired, the more I breathed in. I didn’t seem to mind much, as I was still buzzing lightly.

Valentino chuckled, taking another puff of his cigarette and exhaling a stream of pink smoke. "Yeah, I do, doll," he said with a smile. "You're feeling the effect of my smoke, aren't you?"

Vox watched as I started to get more and more drowsy, his irritation growing at the effect Valentino's pheromones were having on me.

“Mhm! Feels nice,” I said with a nod. I stood a little closer to him, and tugged on the sleeve of one of his lower arms- he had four, two pairs, so he wouldn’t need to put out his cigarette. “Can you pick me up? I wanna see you face to face.”

Valentino chuckled, amused by my request. "Sure thing, mi pequeña abejorro," he said lightly. He set down his cigarette in an ashtray, then scooped me up effortlessly in one of his lower arms. He held me up to eye level easily, his wings fluttering in amusement.

“You have pretty eyes,” I said softly.

Valentino chuckled at my comment, finding my fascination with his eyes to be a bit baffling. He just sighed and accepted it.

I picked up his cigarette and took a hit myself. Regular grey smoke came out and I sighed in disappointment. The pink smoke could only be achieved with Val’s pheromones.

"Yeah, that trick only works with my smoke, doll," he said with a smirk. "But you look cute tryin' it, anyway."

“I always look cute,” I grumbled, handing him back his cigarette and burying my head against his chest- and his chest fluff. It was very soft and comforting.

Valentino chuckled at my grumbled response, taking the cigarette from me and sticking it back in his mouth. He found me burying my head against his chest fluff incredibly cute, and he couldn't help but ruffle my wings lightly.

Vox watched the scene unfolding before him, his irritation growing with every passing moment. He hated how comfortable I looked in Valentino's arms, how easily I was swooned by him.

He opened his mouth to speak up, but Valentino beat him to it. "Jealous, baby?" he teased, looking over at Vox with a smirk.

Vox bristled at Valentino's comment, his irritation flaring. "What? No. Why would I be jealous?" he retorted, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Stop fighting for five seconds,” I mumbled, exasperated. “I’m tired…” I said with a sigh, patting Valentinos chest gently and curling up against him. “Keep doing that… thing. Whatever it is. Makes me feel nice and warm.”

Valentino chuckled at my exhausted tone, resuming stroking my wings. He knew full well how the combination of his pheromones and the touch would make me feel- warm, fuzzy, and sleepy.

Vox, on the other hand, felt a pang of jealousy at the sight of me curled up against Valentino, enjoying his touch. He grumbled under his breath but didn't say anything.

Pleasure seemed to fill me up the more he smoked and I couldn’t say I minded it. It felt nice- good, even. It made my head fuzzy, and my thoughts seemed to melt away, but I felt amazing.

Valentino chuckled as he watched me practically melt against him, clearly enjoying the effects of his smoke and touch. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself, doll," he smirked, continuing to smoke.

Vox stood nearby, still feeling jealous and a bit resentful. He could see how much I was enjoying Valentino's attention, and it irked him to no end.

“Mmn…” a light moan slipped out from me, without a thought. I snuggled up closer, feel a certain heat in my core from the aphrodisiac effects.

Valentino chuckled at the sound of my moan, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. He could tell the effects of his smoke were really starting to kick in. He continued stroking my wings, enjoying how clingy and needy I was becoming.

“Vox…” I moaned, now completely disoriented and dazed. “Mmn… Vincent…” I was slowly drifting off to sleep, whether I liked it or not.

Valentino chuckled at my dazed state, finding it entertaining to see me so disoriented. "Looks like she's starting to lose it," he said with a playful smile, looking over at Vox.

Vox felt a pang of dread as he heard me moan his name, my voice sounding completely out of it. He knew what was happening- Valentino's smoke and touch were making me completely senseless. A low grumble escaped his throat as he watched me continue to slip further into a dazed state. "Valentino, knock it off. You're making her- you’re making her incoherent," he said, his tone somewhere between anger and worry as he struggled for words.

I giggled lightly and pressed a few small kisses to Val’s chest. “Pretty…” I mumbled, my eyes unfocused and glazed over. “Valentino,” I repeated, after hearing Vox say his name. “Haha… he’s mad at you,” I mumbled.

Valentino chuckled at my kisses and nonsensical ramblings, finding my completely out-of-it state amusing. "Yeah, he is," he said with a smirk, looking over at Vox. "He's just jealous, doll. Wants a taste of you for himself."

“He tastes weird,” I muttered, remembering our kiss. “Like electricity.”

Valentino chuckled at my response, finding my description of Vox's taste amusing. "Yeah, he does have that electric feel to him," he agreed. "You probably prefer my taste better, huh?" he added with a smirk.

“I dunno, you haven’t kissed me,” I said lightly, with a playful smile. I was completely unaware that his spit had a higher concentration of his pheromones and would only make me feel worse.

Valentino chuckled at my playful response, amused by my lack of awareness. "True, I haven't kissed you yet," he said with a smirk. He was fully aware of the effects his spit would have on me, and he was starting to get an idea.

A sly smile tugged at his lips as he puffed on his cigarette, blowing a stream of pink smoke directly into my face. "You want a taste, doll?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.

“Mhm…” I said with a small nod, not thinking clearly at all. “Yes please…”

Valentino chuckled at my eagerness, enjoying how easily I was willing to do whatever he said. He leaned forward, bringing his face close to mine and puffing more of his pink smoke directly into my face. "Careful what you wish for, princesa," he teased, his voice barely above a whisper.

He brought his face even closer to mine, his lips just millimeters away from mine. He exhaled another puff of smoke directly into my mouth, the pink smoke swirling around me like a wispy cloud.

I moaned again, feeling even hotter. I moved my hips a little, without realizing, and tried to get closer. “Don’t tease me,” I mumbled, trying to get a kiss.

Valentino chuckled at my eagerness, enjoying my frustration. "Oh, you want it bad, huh, doll?" he teased, a sly smirk on his face. "But where's the fun in giving you what you want right away?"

“Voooxxx,” I whined, looking for him. My vision was blurry, and I missed him at first. “Tell Val to give me a kiss.”

Vox, who had been standing nearby watching the whole scene unfold, tensed at my request. He wasn’t fond of the idea of me kissing Valentino, not with how far gone I was already. But he also knew he couldn’t really stop me if I was determined. He let out a frustrated sigh. "Val, just give her the damn kiss. She won’t shut up otherwise," he grumbled.

“Yes!” I cheered lightly. “Thank you, Voxxy…”

The nickname I used caught him off guard for a moment, but he quickly composed himself. "Yeah, yeah. Just hurry up and do it before she gets even more insufferable," he grumbled, his irritation barely concealed.

Valentino chuckled at the exchange, still amused by Vox's frustration. "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her," he said with a sly smirk, leaning closer to my face again.

He brought his lips right up to mine, hovering millimeters away from my mouth. He could feel the heat radiating from my body, and he could practically taste my lips already. He teased me for a few more moments, enjoying watching me squirm with anticipation.

Finally, he caved in and kissed me, his lips gently pressing against mine. The taste of his cigarette smoke and pheromones was heavy on my tongue, and he wasted no time in plunging his own tongue into my mouth.

I moaned even louder at this, feeling myself getting wet. I was utterly helpless at this point, completely dazed and all his.

Valentino chuckled against my lips at my reaction, feeling the moan vibrate against his tongue. He was enjoying having such power over me, feeling me submit to him completely.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth hungrily. One of his free hands began to roam over my body, feeling my curves and caressing my skin.

“Mmm…” I didn’t even have the energy to kiss back much, I was too drowsy. I was still moving a little, mostly my hips as I wanted some friction. I was out of it, and wouldn’t have done it in my right mind!! I blamed Val’s stupid smoke and spit.

Valentino chuckled again at my lack of response, enjoying my lack of resistance. This was perfect for him. He knew I was too out-of-it to do much of anything, but he didn’t mind. Watching me squirm and moan was more than entertaining enough.

He picked up on my movements, realizing where my mind was. “Oh, getting needy, are we?” he smirked against my lips.

He continued to kiss me, but his hand began to drift lower, moving down to my hips. He pulled me closer, holding me against his body as he used his free hand to start to undo my clothes.

I froze up for a moment, then started to resist. “Mmmn… no, no…” I mumbled. I didn’t want him messing with my clothes. “Vox… Vox spent too much time helping me with my wings this morning…”

Vox, who had been watching the scene in increasing irritation, perked up at the mention of his name. He noticed me resisting and protesting as Valentino tried to undo my clothes.

“Hey!” he snapped, interrupting him kissing me. “She said no!”

Valentino rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed at the interruption. “Relax, Vox. She’s completely out of it, she doesn’t even know what she wants,” he replied, his usual arrogant tone sounding a bit annoyed.

“Stop… stop it,” I muttered, trying to push him away. It was a weak attempt, I didn’t have much strength in me. “Not now… please…”

Valentino ignored my protest, continuing to pull on my clothes. "She doesn’t know what she’s saying," he said to Vox. "She’s incoherent, she doesn’t really mean it."

Vox couldn’t stand seeing me like this, completely out of my mind and at Valentino’s mercy. "She said no!" he repeated, his irritation growing.

Valentino huffed in annoyance, clearly becoming frustrated by Vox’s interference. “She’s not thinking clearly, she doesn’t know what she wants,” he repeated, still tugging at my clothes. "She just needs to relax and enjoy it."

I made a small whimpering sound, still trying to pull away. My ears had drooped again and I was beginning to fold my wings against my back. “Vaaal,” I whined, tears pricking my eyes.

Vox seethed, watching me struggle and whimper as Valentino tried to force himself on me. He clenched his fists, growing even more angry and protective.

"No means no!" he growled, taking a step forward. "Back off, Val!"

Valentino finally rolled his eyes, pulling away from me reluctantly. “Fine, fine,” he said, throwing up his hands in mock surrender. “I’ll leave her be. No need to get all worked up.”

I made a small whimpering noise and curled in on myself, still a little scared, very much dazed and confused.

Vox let out a sigh of relief, glad that Valentino had finally backed off. He moved closer to me, his expression soft and concerned. "Hey, hey…" he said gently, crouching down next to me. "You’re okay. You’re safe."

“Vox..?” I asked, looking up at him with unfocused eyes. I hugged him without thinking. “I missed you.”

Vox was surprised but pleased by my sudden embrace. He wrapped his arms around me, gently returning the hug. "Yeah, I’m here," he said quietly. "Don’t worry, I’ve got you."

I let out another small whimper, grinding my hips against, then stopping myself. I made a whining noise. “I don’t like this!” I said, pressed my head against his chest. “I feel weird. I wanna go home…” I was so out of it that I’d forgotten I was in Hell. There was no way for me to get home right now, that’s why I’d been staying with Vox and sleeping with him in his room. “I just wanna go home…”

Vox was concerned by my disoriented state and my whimpering. He held me tighter, rubbing small circles onto my back with his hand. "I know, I know," he said soothingly. "You’re a bit out of it right now, but it’s just the effects of Valentino’s smoke. It’ll wear off soon."

“Val…” I mumbled, trying to process. I couldn’t. “He has pretty wings…” I said with a small smile, giggling to myself.

Vox rolled his eyes slightly, still holding me close to him. "Yeah, yeah, his wings are pretty," he grumbled. "But he doesn’t have any right to do what he was just trying to do, especially when you’re like this."

“Do what?” I asked dumbly. I hadn’t realized it was him that was making me uncomfortable, I had just known I didn’t want it from anyone at the time. “I wanna go home… Voxxxyyyy…”

Vox let out a sigh, knowing I was too out of it to really understand what had happened. He gently guided me to my feet, keeping a steadying arm around my waist.

"Yeah, okay. We’ll go home," he said with a soft smile. "Come on, let’s get you out of here."

“Can you carry me?” I asked, softer. I didn’t want to admit how hard it was for me to stand, much less walk right now.

Vox chuckled lightly, amused by my request. "Yeah, I can carry you," he said, scooping me up into his arms like a bride.

“Yay…” I mumbled, resting my head against his chest.

Vox cradled me against him, feeling a mix of protectiveness and affection. "You know, you’re gonna have to stop being so damn cute all the time," he teased, beginning to walk towards the door.

Valentino caught sight of them leaving and let out a scoff. "Where are you going?" he called out, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Val!” I said loudly, a smile on my face as I recognized his voice. “Pretty!”

Valentino bristled at my joyful tone, still a bit annoyed that Vox was trying to take me away. He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but crack a small smile at my compliment.

“Yeah, yeah. I know I’m pretty,” he said, crossing his arms.

Vox scoffed at Valentino’s response, holding me a little tighter in his arms. "Yeah yeah, we’re going home. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her," he said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“Home…” I repeated, settling down. I nuzzled against him, content. “I wanna go home.”

Vox chuckled softly at my repetition, appreciating how I cuddled up against him. "Yeah, we’re going home," he reassured me. "You just hang in there, okay?"

He continued walking, glancing once more at Valentino before heading out of the room entirely.

As we left, Valentino watched us go with a small, frustrated frown. He clearly didn’t like that Vox had taken me away, but there wasn’t much he could do about it right now.

Vox continued walking with me in his arms, making their way back to his room. it was still fairly early in the day, and he had work to do. He wasn’t sure how he felt about leaving me alone…

“Mmn… s’bright out,” I mumbled, burying my head against him, trying to block out the sunlight filtering in through the windows.

Vox chuckled lightly as I buried my head against him. "Oh yeah, it’s daylight out. Forgot you’re not a fan of the light," he said teasingly. "You’ll be alright, though. I’m keeping you all covered, see?"

“No. Everything’s blurry,” I reminded him. “I appreciate it though..”

"Yeah, that Val-induced daze’ll do that to you," he said with a small sigh. "Normally I’d love to tease you about being all doped up, but I’m too angry with him at the moment."

“Don’t be angry, you’re cute together!” I said, tugging insistently on his shirt. I still hadn’t processed what had happened.

He chuckled softly at me tugging on his shirt, but his amused expression quickly faded to annoyance as I tried to defend Valentino. "Yeah, well, he doesn’t have the right to touch you like that," he said sternly. "Not when you’re like this, not at all."

“Mmn…” I mumbled, giving up on trying to think or argue back. “Are we going to work?” I asked quietly, remembering he had meetings to attend.

Vox sighed again, knowing he did have work to do. But the thought of leaving me alone in this state didn’t sit right with him.

"Yeah, I have some meetings to attend, but I don’t know if I should leave you here alone like this," he said honestly.

“Mmm…” I mumbled again, then remembered he said he was taking me home. “Home… weren’t we going home? I wanna go home…”

Vox chuckled lightly, realizing I was still forgetful in this state. "Yeah, we’re gonna go home," he reassured me. "But I’m worried about leaving you alone there. What if you try to wander off somewhere or do something you’ll regret when the smoke wears off?"

“Vox,” I said, suddenly stern. “I can’t feel my legs.” Then I giggled and slumped in his arms again.

He chuckled again, gently shaking his head at my behavior. "Yeah, Val’s smoke did a number on you, huh?" he said with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "I guess you’re not going anywhere like this, then."

“L oryh brx…” I muttered. A phrase that meant ‘I love you’ back in the fae realm, not that he’d be able to understand. I starting nodding off as he carried me to his room.

Vox perked up at the words I muttered, unable to understand their meaning. He didn’t know whether it was actual words or just gibberish, but it made his heart flutter slightly. He quickly shook off the feeling, reminding himself that I wasn’t fully in my right mind and probably didn’t know what I was saying.

He continued walking, carrying me to his room.

When they reached his room, he pushed the door open with his foot and walked in, gently setting me down on the bed. He took a moment to survey me in my dazed state, feeling a mix of concern and affection.

“Yay! Home…” I said. Sprawling out on his bed. I took one of his pillows and hugged it, already dozing off.

Vox chuckled softly, amused by my sleepy demeanor. "Yeah, yeah, home," he repeated, watching as I cuddled his pillow. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of affection, seeing me look so small and vulnerable.

"Alright, get some rest, princess," he said gently, sitting beside me on the bed. "I’ve gotta go to work for a bit, but I’ll be back soon, okay?"

Vox smiled softly, seeing me already out like a light. He reached out to brush a strand of hair away from myface, his touch surprisingly gentle.

He sat there for a moment, just watching me sleep, before reluctantly standing up and heading towards the door.

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I call these two "successful pirate captain" and "the same captain but she's dead and rotting now lol" (outfit ids are [outfit=2366088] and [outfit=2366096] )

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love thinking kipperlilly spends her afterlife looking for lucy in a familiar forest

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when your boyfriend is the duke of the fortress of meropide, there's nothing harder than finding time to run errands together on his rare days off.

“wriothesley!” you scold as he crowds you up against the wall with a smirk. you keep your gaze locked onto his face, doing your best to ignore the fact that he was clad in nothing but his boxers. 

your attempt at being strict is quickly waylaid when he leans in to press an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “can you focus, please?” 

“can’t help it when you’re so close to me…not to mention we’re finally all alone–”

“how is it going in there?” chirori calls from the other side of the curtain. 

you tense and your boyfriend groans, head hitting the wall of the stall with a dull thud.

“it’s going good!” you call back, unlatching his hands from your hips and walking him back as far as the stall will allow. “now try the pants on,” you order. 

“why do i have to get all dressed up for some party?” he grumbles, complying anyway and stuffing the tree trunks he calls legs into the expensive material and buttoning them up.

“it’s not just some party. it’s being hosted by the chief justice.” 

“ah, right. neuvi is throwing a rager to celebrate his hostile takeover.”

you help him into the dress shirt next, admiring the way his muscles strain against the fabric as he turns to the mirror to button it up. “he’s hosting a ball to announce his becoming the interim leader of fontaine. smooth over the transition of power and all.”

“and you’re dressing me up to show me off?” 

“of course,” you grin, staring at the two ties you’d picked out and wondering which would match your dress the best. “can’t have you go in there looking anything less than a million mora.” 

he turns around to face you, shirt still undone. “mind helping me out here then?” 

“i knew it,” you mutter, trying and failing to close the buttons of his shirt yourself. 

“knew that my impressive physique would be hard to contain?” he asked cheerily, proudly puffing his chest like a bubbler seahorse. 

you toss a different shirt at him with a roll of your eyes. “just try the bigger one on, please, if you go in like that they might mistake you for late night entertainment...”

he slips the shirt off, shooting you a wink and popping his pecs. “only for you.”

once he’s dressed, you pull him out of the change room to stand in front of three-way mirror. you step back to admire him, greatly appreciating the way his slacks hug his rear…

“shoulders look good…” chiori notes. “how do we feel about the lapels?”

“i like them,” you hum. “could we get him some gloves as well?” the stylist nods, heading off. you take the chance to step up to where your boyfriend has already slipped off his jacket and is rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. 

“wow,” clorinde - who’d been shopping around with navia -  says, impressed. “never thought i’d see you with a fully buttoned shirt.”

“hey, sometimes i can dress like a duke.” 

“when properly motivated, yes he can,” you agree with a proud smile.

“so gloves, huh?” he smirks, running his hands over the curves of your hips. “sounds like you’re planning on us sneaking away to have some real fun…”

“oh no,” you warn. “we’re going to be on our best behaviour tonight. important people from all over teyvat are going to be there.”

“best behaviour? you know i'm a convicted criminal, right?” 

you roll your eyes as he laughs, pulling you into his chest to wrap you in a loose hug as chiori returns with gloves and a garment bag.

“here you go. and for you, your dress for tonight.”

wriothesley pulls the gloves on, peeking over your shoulder as your friend unzips the bag. 

he’s already imagining it on you. the way the fabric would sit against your body, the way it would sway as you moved…

“yeah, screw best behaviour,” he scoffs, flexing his fingers in his gloves. “if anyone even looks at you too long, i'm breaking their kneecaps.”

“doctor, call off your guard dog,” clorinde says, clearly amused.

you only sigh, pressing a kiss to wriothesley’s lips in an attempt to smooth the scowl they’re set in. “his leash is only so long.”

[melzula]

hii i was wondering could you write a oneshot of how zuko's self cautious of his scar and reader just kisses his scar and reassures him and tells him that hes perfect and that she loves everything abt him. This is in a very like intimate and loving way ykyk

a/n: ah this plot is so sweet! had to rewrite this piece a few times before landing on something i liked so i hope you enjoy!

summary: zuko asks you to remove his bandages

“Are you sure you want me to do this? I can fetch Iroh instead.”

“No,” comes Zuko’s soft reply, his sullen features bathed in candle light. “I want it to be you.”

Sighing softly, you give him an understanding nod and press a careful kiss to his check. The Prince remains stoic in spite of your show of affection, simply signaling for you to proceed.

It’s been a week since the Agni Kai, and the healer has given Zuko the okay to remove his bandages. The wound should be healed by now, nothing but a painless scar with a painful memory attached to it. It’s not only your first time seeing Zuko’s new face but his as well, and neither of you are sure what to expect.

You were honestly surprised when the Prince had asked for you to be the one to remove his bandages. He’d been cold and standoffish with you since your departure from the Fire Nation, something you couldn’t blame him for considering all he’d been through, but you didn’t expect him to trust you with something so important so soon. It made you nervous, but it also made you relieved to know he still felt he could trust you with such things.

Your fingers work carefully as you unravel the white cloth around his head, doing your best not to cause too much discomfort for your Prince. He says nothing as you move and only watches you through the reflection of the mirror before him.

“Are you ready?” You ask him softly, hesitating as you reach the final layer of wrapping.

“Hesitation is a sign of weakness,” Zuko replies gruffly, and that’s all you need to hear before finally pulling away the last of the bandages.

The room is silent and tense as Zuko stares at his own reflection. The skin around his eye is angry and red, permanently damaged and forever serving as a reminder of his failure. He can hardly see out of his left eye, but he’s still able to make out your figure watching on silently as he assesses the damage.

“Go ahead and say it.”

“Say what, Zuko?” You murmur softly, carefully resting a hand upon his back.

“Say you’re disgusted by me. Say you’re repulsed,” he snarls bitterly. “Say that you’re too embarrassed to be seen with such a failure!”

“Is that really what you think?” You utter sadly, a pained smile on your lips as you carefully reach out to touch his face. His hand immediately flies up to catch your wrist in a firm grip before you can get any closer, and despite the discomfort it brings you make no attempt to move.

“It’s what I know.”

“Then you must not know me at all,” you counter with a small shake of your head.

Reality sets in and Zuko guiltily removes his ironclad grip on your wrist. He doesn’t mean to be so harsh with you, but there’s an amalgamation of emotions festering within him at the sight of his deformity. He was a Prince, he wasn’t meant to look like this, he wasn’t meant to be out at sea fruitlessly trying to find the Avatar so he could end his banishment. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

“You’re perfect, Zuko,” you console with a careful brush of your fingertips against the freshly healed skin. His eyes flutter shut at the comforting sensation, and you take it as a sign to continue. “I love you the way you are, and this scar doesn’t change that.”

He can’t help but gasp when he feels the softness of your lips pressing against his temple. How could you not feel sickened by him? How could you still love him after everything?

“Your scar is nothing but a sign of your strength, I hope you know that,” you tell him before pressing another kiss to his cheek just below his eye.

He says nothing in response, but you know that he understands you. With you, he doesn’t have to feel shame or guilt. Your love for him knows no bounds, and there’s nothing he could do that would ever make you turn away from him.

He sits in silence as you begin to apply a soothing balm to his skin. His eyes close in contentment and for the first time since leaving home he finally feels at peace.

He knows then that he made the right choice in having you be the one to remove his bandages. No one sees him like you do, and it’s more than he could ever ask for.

| zuko tags: @ilovespideyyy @yiyibetch @eridanuswave @lammello @a-monsters-love @taeeemin @lora21 @livelaughlovekuni @lovialy

| atla tags: @sirkekselord @niktwazny303

[twizzie-lairs]

My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 10)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

Part 9 | Part 10

Part 10:

Your head felt like it was splitting, you could feel your brain pounding against the outside of your skull.

"Ah shit... everything fucking hurts...." you can barely whisper out loud due to your dried-up throat.

You clear your throat and open your eyes, to your surprise, you weren't left for dead on the street.

Instead, you see two girls hovering over you. One held your hand clasped in theirs, and the other had a spear pointed at your throat.

"Oh my gosh, you're awake! Finally!" The girl holding your hand said, leaning closer to your face. The girl with the spear and an 'X' over one of her eyes squinted at you and nudged the blonde girl back with her spear, "Who are you, and why shouldn't I kill you?"

You try to sit up, but the spear gets shoved closer to your throat before you can move. You sigh, "My name is (y/n). I don't want to hurt anyone. I just... I need help..."

Your answer earns a glare from the girl with the spear, but the blonde girl just nudges her with her elbow, "See, Vaggie? I told you!"

The blonde takes both of your hands in hers, "Hi (y/n), I'm Charlie! Charlie Morningstar and you're at the Hazbin Hotel! We aim to help rehabilitate sinners and offer them a chance at redemption to go to Heaven!"

The girl you now know whose name is Vaggie glares at you, "Are you even interested in redemption?"

You look at both of the girls, "I... I don't know. I'm not so sure but... I don't have anywhere to go and I need help finding someone.." You trail off as you start getting teary-eyed thinking about your love, Alastor.

Seeing you near tears clearly startled Chalie and Vaggie, it wasn't a response they were used to when asking sinners to stay at the hotel.

Vaggie set down the spear, deciding that you clearly weren't a threat. She could see the look in your eyes, one she knew very well- love. Meanwhile, Charlie is sniffling and getting teary-eyed right along with you, "Oh my gosh, we will do everything we can to help you find that person! Who are they, how can we help?"

You look up at the ceiling and then look at Charlie with a weak smile, "The love of my life... I miss him so dearly... I know he has to be here in Hell too." You chuckle lovingly, knowing he'd forgive you if he ever found out you said that out loud.

The floodgates were blown wide open and Charlie started sobbing and wailing, "Vaggieeeee, VAAAGGIEEEEEEE, th-they! They're looking for their LOOOOVEEEEEEEE. IT'S SO BEAUTIFULLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!"

Vaggie walked over to Charlie and scooped her up, giving you a gentle smile, "Hey... (y/n), sorry about threatening you earlier... I gotta take Miss Princess and calm her down, and then inform the other residents of a new arrival. But if you need anything, just give us a holler, okay? You're still healing so... take it easy."

You nod as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips, "It's okay... No offense taken... Thank you Vaggie, and thank you Charlie, for agreeing to help me.."

All you hear as Charlie is carried away is the sounds of wailing and crying muffled sounds over the words, "SHE'S HERE FOR LOVE... WAAAHHHHHH, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL VAGGIEEE!!!!"

You try to sit up again, this time, no spear to bar you from trying to move this time. Your body groans in protest, though it doesn't hurt nearly as much as before, but as you assess the condition of your body, you notice you have bandages all over you. They must have been treating you while you were unconscious.

"Such sweet girls... they didn't even know me, yet they saved my life.... I need to remember to thank them again later.."

Very slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and with a bit of effort, bring yourself to your feet. Hands holding yourself against the wall, you make your way over to what you assumed would become your bathroom during your stay here.

Your hands grip the sink as you look in the mirror when a small doubt enters your brain. You didn't look completely the same as you did when you were alive, which meant you had no idea if Alastor was even going to recognize you. Perhaps he even forgot about you... since it's been so many decades since you've been in Hell. Hell, you weren't sure you were even going to be able to recognize him...

"Enough of this... I'm sure he'll remember me.. he has to..." you whisper to yourself in the mirror as a crooked but tear-stained smile graces your hell-altered face.

After washing up your reddened face from all the tears, you made your way back to your bed. A deep sigh left your body as you plopped down gently on the bed.

Though you can't help but feel restless, as you sit there, just thoughts consuming your head.

In as bad of a shape as you might be, walking around even just a little bit helped you regain a little bit of strength, so you decided to make yourself decent after you had discovered that there was a change of clean clothes for you in dresser in the corner of the room.

Looking at yourself in the full body mirror on the back of the bathroom door, you smiled because it felt good to not look like a hot garbage fire- even though you could still see most of the bandages, at least you weren't all tattered and visibly bloody anymore!

Another deep sigh left your lips yet again, though this one was filled with determination. You turn the handle on the door and exit your room.

In your head, you thanked whoever built this hotel because you were so thankful that there were railings or some type of furnishing to hold onto whenever you felt yourself getting wobbly.

You didn't know where Charlie or Vaggie, or where any of the staff or other residents could be, hell, you didn't even know where the lobby was!

But on that last note, as you wandered around and regained some strength in your legs, you started to have an idea of where the lobby was located because you started to see more light and heard some voices talking.

Might as well go introduce yourself, right? No time better than the present to start making introductions, even if you still felt a little bit like shit still. You felt even shittier just laying around, you felt like if you weren't on the go constantly- you'd never make any headway on finding Alastor.

So there you were, slowly descending the stairs to the lobby when you heard Charlie call out your name, " (y/n)! Oh my gosh, you shouldn't even be up right now! Are you feeling okay??"

A weak smile creeps up on your face as you start to feel embarrassed that Charlie is fawning all over you in front of what seems to be her friends.

You chuckle, "Yeah, haha, just feeling kinda restless and thought i'd introduce myself is all!"

Charlie gently takes your hand and pulls you over to the rest of the group that had been chatting while seated on various sofas and armchairs that were centered around a coffee table- no TV's in sight, just a single radio perched on top of the mantle in this living room/lobby hybrid space.

"Guys! I am honored to introduce you to the newest guest to the Hazbin Hotel, this is (y/n)!!"

"Nice to meet cha, the name's Husk, the bartender."

"Hey there toots, bet ya look mighty fine underneath those bandages. Better not give me a run for my money as most gorgeous resident! Oh yeah, the name's Angel Dust, by the way."

"Hi, i'm Nifty! Nice to- BLEGH, you're a woman! Ew!" Nifty said before cackling as she scuttled away to stab some bugs nearby.

"Well, you already know me and Charlie," Vaggie said as she patted you on the shoulder gently.

"It looks like the only one who isn't here is Alastor. Shouldn't he be back soon?" Charlie said as she pulled out her phone to check the time.

To her, that seemed like such a mundane and normal sentence. But to you, it felt like time stopped and you froze upon hearing his name.

Alastor.

Alastor... here?

-> Part 11

[rninies]

✮ tales of the heart

౨ৎ gojo satoru x reader. fluff, fem!reader, gojo being whipped for you lol — wc: 508

notes. uni is starting today so it'll take a while for new fics to come out </3

“babe?” satoru calls out from the other side of the door. “are you ready? we’re going to be late for our reservation. you know how hard it is to get a spot in this restaurant.”

“just a minute, toru!” you exclaim, trying to adjust your necklace but it’s difficult. “actually, can you come in and help me? i can’t put this necklace on.”

“oh, of course.” satoru opens the door and is immediately stunned by how gorgeous you look in your pretty white dress. he does not move an inch, quietly admiring you. “you-”

“toru, stop standing there and help me!” you giggled, finding it funny how satoru was standing near the door, mouth gaping. “you can admire me after you help me put on this necklace, yeah?” you dangle the necklace in front of you and satoru walks over, grabbing the necklace from your hands. “just hook it on the last opening you see.”

satoru hums. when he finishes helping you put the necklace on, he turns you around, squishing your face. “stop being so pretty, it hurts.” your eyebrows furrowed. “you’re too pretty you know that right?”

“shtop, you’re going to wreck my makeup!” you complain, prying his hands off of your face. “ah- you ruined my lipstick!” you pout, grabbing your lipstick from the vanity, and before you can reapply it, satoru grabs it from your hands. “hey!”

“you look beautiful, my love.” satoru whispers ever so softly. “the most beautiful woman in the world.” he gently kisses you, a hand on your hips. your hands find their way to his hair. when he pulls away, both of you are breathless, eventually laughing at how messy the both of you are from the kiss. “we have to get ready all over again.”

“mm, not really.” you gently straighten his suit and hair, returning it to its original state. “there. you look perfect.”

satoru looks at himself in the mirror and then back at your messy lipstick. he grabs a makeup remover, gently removing the mess from the corners of your lips. he then grabs your lipstick, reapplying it for you. “and you look perfect as well.” he smiles and looks at his watch. “oh my god- hurry! we have to leave now!”

satoru grabs your wrist and pulls you out the door, to which you manage to grab your purse in time. “toru-! slow down! my heels!”

“can’t! we’re going to be late, princess!” satoru exclaims, opening the car door for you. he rushes back into the house, grabbing your heels. he starts the car, handing the heels over to you. “here.”

“thank you.” you thanked him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, to which he freezes in his place. “let’s go! we’re going to be late.”

“ah-” satoru snaps out of his daze and quickly starts up the car. “we’re going to have the best dinner ever. i have lots of things planned for tonight.”

“really?” you asked as you buckled your seatbelt. “i’m excited.”

“you better be.” satoru winks at you.

[moonstruckme]

Idk if this is even enough for a request but I would love to see poly marauders w a reader who takes extremely hot showers, like maybe she’s already in the shower when the boys come home and they go to join her but start squealing and they jump back out, pouting at her about “it’s too hot! You’re boiling, you’re going to pass out in there” etc. I just think it’s funny and I love a good hot shower. (Bonus pts for plus size reader!! Not sure how that would be important but I’d love it if it was!)

Thanks for requesting sweetheart! I couldn't really find a way to make it plus!size reader without describing her body a lot but that felt sort of weird and I ended up cutting most of it, so unfortunately it's only plus!size reader if you squint a bit

cw: non-sexual (okay, some sexual, but it's only lightly implied) nudity

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 628 words

Steam whooshes out of the bathroom when James opens the door. The mirror is completely fogged up and he’s immediately warm, but that’s alright, because he’s shrugging off his shirt anyway. 

“Hi, angel,” he calls over the spray.

“Jamie?” Your voice echoes off the tile a second before your head pokes out past the curtain. “When did you get home?”

“Just now, but Sirius and Rem are already in the kitchen making dinner.” Well, Remus is making dinner. Sirius is providing commentary. “Can I join you in there?” 

Your smile comes quick and devious, water dripping from your chin. “Sure you can.” 

James hurries out of his pants and socks, pulling aside the curtain. “Alright, scoot ov—ah!” He hardly gets one leg under the spray before he’s jumping back. “Shit that’s hot! What the hell, lovie? Are you trying to cauterize yourself?” 

You laugh like he’s overreacting, which James knows for certain he is not. Steams pours out so thickly from behind the curtain it’s a wonder there’s any water left to wash yourself with that hasn’t instantly evaporated. “What’s wrong with a hot shower?” you ask. 

James doesn’t know how to answer that. “Hot” doesn’t even begin to describe the temperatures you’re subjecting yourself to. He hears footsteps in the hall, and a second later Sirius is opening the door, Remus behind him. 

“Did someone yell?” 

“Yeah, me,” James says, accusatory, “when I nearly had the skin scorched clean off my leg.” 

Sirius raises a single brow. “That scream was awful girlish, Prongs. You sure it was you?” 

“Prick,” James laughs. “Go on, feel the water. It’s like she’s punishing herself in there!”

Remus steps past Sirius, sticking his hand under the showerhead. His eyebrows raise, and he draws it back (albeit with much more dignity than James had withdrawn, but he’d been caught by surprise). “That really is quite warm, dove. I can barely hold my hand under there, how’re you doing it with your whole body?” 

You shrug, turning towards them, and it occurs to James that he and you are both naked while your other two boyfriends are fully clothed. There was a time where you would’ve tried to hide yourself from them in this state, and he’s hit with a rush of gratitude that that time has passed. Still, he doesn’t quite like the look of you like this, steam rising off your body as water that may as well be magma slides over your curves. James can’t believe you when you say that doesn’t hurt. 

“It’s nice,” you say, like some kind of psychopath. “I don’t know, I like it.”

“Sweetheart, you could pass out from heat like this,” Remus frets.

“Is it really that bad?” Sirius is skeptical, until Remus presses the palm that he’d held in the water to his face. His eyes widen. “Fuck, how can you stand that, babe?” 

“You guys are wimps,” you tell them, rolling your eyes. “It’s cold outside, and I fancied a hot shower. Sue me.”

“But this is more than hot,” Remus says. James nods ardently. “You’re really telling me you don’t even feel lightheaded?” 

“I don’t,” you promise, but James isn’t having it. He pulls the curtain aside, gripping the fat of your hip (“Fuck, Jamie, you’re freezing!”) to reach around you and adjust the water temperature. 

“There,” he says. “Let it cool down a bit, and you won’t melt your brain, plus I’ll be able to get in with you. Okay?” 

Remus nods satisfiedly, hurrying back towards the kitchen to attend to whatever he’s likely left on the stove, but you pout. “It’s going to be cold,” you complain. 

“I’ll be in there with you,” James reminds you, grinning when you brighten. “I’ll make sure you don’t get too cold, lovie.”

[styxwanderer]

The Wrong Fake Identity | Twisted Wonderland |

[you turn into a cat beastman because of crowley being an ass]

<Part 1> Part 2 part 3 Part4 part 5 part 6

<Please ignore my grammar mistake as i do not speak English as my mother language, thank you and please enjoy!>

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"Due to the covered overblot incidents occurring in Night Raven College, the government of each island is requesting an inspecting, but you as somebody that originated from none of these islands are unrecorded by the government. Grim is fine because he can be disguise as a familiar but you, oh, what ever shall we do." Crowley spoke, hand on his check as if he was the most miserable person in the world. The person standing infront of him, the most respected and admired student from NRC. Managing to capture hearts and admiration since the incidents with the overblots stand still. 

"When will this be?"

"Tomorow morning."

The enthusiastic tone contras to the alerting news. 'Why didn't you tell me sooner you OLD CROWW!' you screeched in your head. you had been called to headmaster office as he give his revelation. You wished Grim is here with you and blasting the old crow with whatever insult that come to his mind, but he chooses to bail on you, opting to wait on the now cozy ramshackle dorm you both share. 

A bit of panic did manage to etch to your mind because you don't want any of them to take you away from your friends. "What do you propose?" 

"Simple, you will be locked away hidden in the cottage island you found near that ca-"

" Fuck no." 

" -or you accept this envelope I had gracefully taken time to buy with my own money and try your best to act accordingly. Oh, how good of a person am I."

" Why do you even suggest the first, when you'd had gotten me a fake id?" his shenanigans starting to irk you. you could even feel a vein popping out.

" For the drama of course. then after this go to sam to get your photo taken for the id"

you sigh as you opened the envelope containing your passport and id. 

" Headmage.."

"yes?"

" What the fuck is thisss?" you point of the id specifically on the species where a bold letter is etched on it.

"beastman?"

"Ah did i get the wrong one? oo.. oohohoo, my bad.. but it's too late for a chance now. Oh, look at the time, it has gotten so late! you better get to Sam now before he closes his shop. The inspection is tomorrow so good luck!" he pushed you out of his office and slam his door on your face.

' THE FUCKING AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH ! ILL PICK YOUR FEATHERS TILL YOU GO BALD OLD Crow' you grumbled as you begrudgingly make your way to Sam. 

Save to say, at the end of the day you left Sam anticipating the next day chaos and you are left with the illegally obtained transforming potion and a complete id and passport. Grim is laughing nonstop at the revelation enjoying whatever torture that will come to you the day after. 

Crowley had been cursed at least a hundred times in your head. you drank the potion to change you into a beastman as you fall asleep.

" i wonder what beastman you will become." Grim said as you both nuzzled up to sleep.

The morning come sooner than you wished, the lights blinding you awake. 

"God dammit when did the sun get shinier"

you went to scratch your ears only to find it gone. This had made you jolt awake, bolting to the giant mirror you go, accidentally waking Grim in process. 

"UWAAA!! what's the rush y/n?" Grim sleepily asked.

The mirror reflects your new figure, and you could only be one thing, and that is MORTIFIED. 

you screeched in distress. 

" WAAA!! what's your damage dude." Grim spoke now fully awake as he went to approach you who are crouching holding your new ears.

" i... I had become..."

" NYAHAHAHAHAHA!!! out of all beasts you have to become a cat! i can't wait till Ace and Deuce sees this!!!" His loud laugher filled the room. You don’t even know there is such thing as a cat beastman. You had thought all beastman is the undomesticated version of every animal, yet here you are in a tip pointed ears of not a wolf, not a lion but a GOD DAMN CAT. Your tail swishing in distress.

"Just you wait Grim, once you have a misfortune, I'll laugh it up your face!!" your retort went on deaf ears as he kept laughing

Poor you can only power through the embarrassment, not at all excited to meeting any of your friends. 'They're gonna have a fieldtrip about all of thisss' you cried. 

a brilliant idea come to mind, you decided to just go class with a hat and tuck your tail hiding it under your jacket. wishing the day had not start but ended. 

from your understanding back in your world, you know how many sickfucks is there obsessing over cat girls/boys. you hope today is different. please lord. 

<*>

the bell has rung signing students to enter the classrooms, that includes you in a hat and jacket to hide the transformation. Ace and deuce spotted you as you entered the class.

" Yo! y/n! what's with the hat and jacket?" Ace greeted you as you went to your usual seat. 

" aren't you hot in all of that layer?" deuce followed

" Listen, Y/n got --" 

in a speed of light, you quickly grab his muzzle shutting whatever information u rather not share with this mischievous creature.

" If you don't shut up, I won't buy you the premium tuna can anymore!" you huffed. 

"no fairrr!!" Grim whined 

the conversation was cut short as crewel entered the building

“Right, pups, get to your seat. Today we will have an inspection authorized by the governments since there is several overblots that occurred in this past month.”

“What? Why did they just tell us now?” Ace questioned

 The whole class was shocked by the revelation. 

“quite pups, as your homeroom teacher I expect you to be on your best behaviour. Now –“  crewel stopped in his track as he stared at your soul. 

‘Professor Crewel, please let go of my uniform misconduct, just this time.”

“y/n I believe the headmage had given you solution for this inspection, you would not need the whatever disguise you are wearing.”

“ uhm.. no this is not a disguise actually--”

“As I mentioned, there would be a inspection so I cannot oversee your uniform misconduct. Now take it of.”

You were sweating bullets. ‘FUCK!’ your head is ringing with alarm. You don’t know what to do so you just sat still. Crewel started to approach you.

“oi, what’s the big deal y/n c’mon he is getting mad!” Ace said

“They might have an allergy reaction to their head! Deuce chimed.

‘ thanks, but not helping deuce!!’ you mentally shriek as crewel is now standing Infront of you. 

“ now stop with this tom-foolery, I expected better from you.” He reached for your hat.

“AH! Wait-”

Crewel had yanked the hat off showcasing your cat ear. 

The silence before the collective gasp makes you want to curl up in your blanket. 

“PUWHAHAHAHHAH!!! You can’t even be a legit legit beastman !! ” Ace laughter break the silence as you flush in both anger and embarrassment. 

“ Pfftt, Domisticated beastman..” deuce joined in.

“ SHUT UP!!”

Crewel cleared his throat gaining an abrupt silence from the Adeuce duo, tapping his whipping stick repeatedly. 

“explain..”

“ Headmage, Crowley-“

“ haaaaaa, show me the id and passport.”

You quickly took them out of your bag and place them on your desk as he inspect both of them. 

“HAAAAA… unfortunately I still cannot allow you in that atrocious get up, so remove your jacket and hat” he signed loudly again, engraving in his mind to kill the old crow, after all you are always his favourite students, how could that crow torture you so relentlessly. Maybe if he get to give you the adoption paper this crow wouldn’t dare to mess with you anymore?

You sigh, relenting to your fate. Any speck of pride you have over yourself vanished. As you let your tail swish free. 

Ace is trying hard not to laugh over your embarrassed red faced. But honestly both are just captivated by your new look. The way your ears twitch and your red face, the way your new feature give you a docile look. Both ace and deuce suddenly find their textbook or the corner of the room fascinating as their face are getting darker.

These reactions are of course not limited to ace and deuce but to the other students as well. Crewel watch in disdain as his precious ( soon to be) children is getting flaunted by these beasts. He mentally take note to keep you safe from there unruly teens, but priority. His number one priority now is to get Crowley in his chokehold. 

 <*>

“RINGGGG!!”

The bell signing for lunch ended the class, causing you another brain aneurism, because now you have to go to the packed cafeteria, with guaranteed display to everybody attending NRC.‘FUCK FUCK FUCK’ 

“c’mon prefect lets go get lunch!” deuce said

“I’m so hungry!! Lets go hurry before they ran out of the good stuff!”

 “Easy for you to say! You don’t have a cat tail or ears…” you suck holding grim as you hesitated to walk out of the classroom.

“how bout this! I can hide you with my body!” Deuce said enthusiastically

“haaaaa, alright.. thanks” you went to cling to his back as you let grim down opting to squeeze the article on his back, using your meat shield to your fullest potential.

Deuce face burn bright with how close you are to him, ‘this is like a hug from the back!’ he squeal internally. 

“r-right! Just stay close to me!” if he was given the opportunity then why not use it. He will definitely treasure this moment till the day that he passes.

“H-Hey! I can be your shield too you know!.”

“Deuce beat you to it, pal.” Grim jeered

You peek from your meat shield giving Ace a tongue out as you went back to hiding. What can a guy do when your insult is also cute. He can’t but just try to save his pride as he hides it with his teasing, just like a kindergartener. 

The four of you arrives at the cafeteria as a realisation dawn on you. You needed more meat shield. 

You dragged ace to line with deuce as you slid you press yourself against the wall creating and effective human wall, Ace didn’t mind being a flesh wall he just hoped he is  facing you instead of the other way around.

It all went swimmingly the four of you were spotted by your other friends.

“ what the hell are you up to?” Epel asked still unaware that you are clinging to their back hiding behind them. 

“Oh us? We are just here to get some lunch right? Deuce?” 

“o-Oh yeahh righttt! We are hiding anything at all.” 

Ace hit deuce foot as he grumbles at his idiocy and deuce to panicked to retort.

“yeahhh.. right” Epel narrows his eyes suspiciously.

“seriously guys today is the inspection day at least behave yourself while these governments representative are observing us.” Jack huff, crossing his arms disapprovingly.

“seriously! We aren’t ,making any trouble promise!” Ace the pro mischief maker he is, retorded without fail

“I double that” deuce half-shouted.

“ohh? The why did your heart rate is higher than normal?” the humanoid,Ortho joined in ganging up on acedeuce duo, 

“CEASE THIS NONESENSE IMMIDEATLY, HUMANS” 

“eep!” Sebek’s loud voice seems to ring harder on your ears making you let out an involuntary sound. 

“ Not so loud crocodile boyy, my ears are ringing.” Grim grumbled as he hold his ears.

“ I feel you now Grim.” You mentally said.

“ AH what is that!” epel accused as he slip past the human wall you created and be greeted with you.

“no wait!” Deuce tries to save but he was too late.

You in cat ears and tail.

Your ears continuously twitching. 

You have tail.

“uh hi? Epel?” 

Epel wondered if the mushroom in his plate is the right kind of mushroom or is he about to die and be greeted by one final sight of you. 

Is this bliss?

IS this heaven…?

“ oi.. Epel? Whats the problem?”

The other three curious of what Epel was seeing push through.

And there you are as a beastman. A cat beastman.

Jack howl.exe has stopped working

Sebek zigvolt.exe stopped working

Ortho.exe has taken rapid shot 

He is making sure his brother gets to see you like this as well. The picture is auto sent to Idia’s device.

Jack’s fluffy white tail began frantically wagging

Sebek the loudest of the loud manage to be the quietest.

The three of them felt blood rushed up their heads, while Deuce and Ace share a sense of ‘i get you.’ Vibe to the other four. 

In collective silence the four of them created a bigger human wall shield continuing adeuce duo’s wall.

“the wall keeps getting bigger and bigger! Yeahh! This will tell people that the great Grim is passing through!! “ Grim shouts.

 You would laugh at his antics but now just not the time. 

You pick grim up as to cover yourself with him as well, using his body to cover as much face as you can while u hunched trying to be invincible. 

Of course this meant letting go of ace and deuce much to their disappointment. 

The sixth of them wish they were born as some werebeast so easily carried by you and 

“We need explanation but for now let’s get some food.” 

With the group all agreeing to stay in formation you went. To get the food in line. 

You had manage to make grim cover your ear while u get food for him and you, you of course give him extra chicken for all the hard work.

Everything was going swell, or so you thought.

“BOOO!” 

In a speed that u had never achieved before you jump very high up into a table in an offense position hissing. Only then you had realized you fucked up. 

Grim had fallen off your head showing full out your new cat ears and tail.

‘Oh great sevens.’ You wanted to mentally bash yourself because what the fuck is that reflex.

The old bat had froze in his track as his eyes widened at your new form. He found your new form rather endearing, plus what kind of reaction can you show now? 

The whole cafeteria had gone silent so have your before jack covered you up with his jacket and scooped you up off the table and ran. All the other first year in tow.

“ MIND YA OWN BUSINESS, There is nothing to see here!” You could hear Epel shouted. 

“Run run run!” Ortho speed hover. 

“I WILL STUN YOU IF YOU FOLLOW US HUMANS!” Sebek shouted.

You could hear vil shouting to Epel for him to stop and order to Rook who is still in a paralyzed mode.

You could hear Riddle threatening Ace and Deuce to stop or not he would cut off their heads which only make them ran faster. Trey and carter trying to calm their dorm leader while also thinking of a plan to steal u away. 

Floyd was whining about how they are taking the little shrimp-cat away from him to jade. 

Azul still stuck in his trance.

Kamil shouting for you to come back, 

jamil silently planning murder to get u back.

Leona chuckling saying something about a hunt to ruggie who is also chuckling in amusement.

Silver shocked with how sebek is involved, but then again you are involved so he should’ve expected it and also your new form. Malleus also is laughing, amused.

Truth be told the first year gang had scoop you up not only to save you but also to fulfill their desire, your new form that had enhance your cuteness should only be for them and theirs only. They found you first! Not those second or third year! You belonged to them! You are one of us! They do not want any body to see you like this. They don’t deserve it.

Although Sebek won’t mind sharing this sight with Malleus he thinks no body deserves to see you like this especially with their lust filled eyes.

Lilia chuckle as he snapped out of his trance.

“Kufufufu, it seems the kitten has been kidnapped by a big bad rebellion.. it’s time to teach them to know their place isn’t.” 

“ father.. what are you planning?” 

“Truly a wise word, Lilia. Whatever shall we do to teach these rebellious kids to never steal from a dragon.”

“You mean a lion?” Leona  now annoyed with the declaration. 

“ you and them? Ha you are most incompatible with them.”

“Are you sure about that? She is a beastman now, and most beastman are in the reigh of sunset savanna, ultimately my kingdom. Plus i am the original of their beastkin, she would be most compatible with me.”

“She could live in luxury in briar valley as the wife of a king instead of just some lousy king.”

“Ha what is that?”

“Or a general wife you kno.”

“Not you too Lilia!.”

“Excuse me! I know them more and better than any or you!” Riddle now involved in the conversation.

“ oh my, i can’t even imagine the fate they will have if you get to her.”

“Ha what do you mean by that?”

“What i meant is simply, your “rules” is definitely going to be atrocious to follow. If she were with me she would live happily in riches.”

“And wet underwater? Oh how bad that would be for her poor skin. She would much rather go with me draped in fame and gold.”

“ as if! She would rather be with me!”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Fine let’s settle it like a sensible being. The one who manage to capture her first would have the right to be with her.” The lion declared.

“Such a wise statement coming from you, Rook prepare yourself.” 

“Ouii, a game of hunt! I agree.” Standing tall beside the fair king, he readied himself. 

“This whole thing is dumb, of course they would choose me, but for the sake of your dignity i will participate this game. Besides i have to collar a few underclassmen of mine” The red hair boy stands.

“Oo sounds fun, Jade, Floyd we will have a change if schedule, it seems to be perfect day for hunting.”

“Yes, Azul.”

“Yes,Azul~”

“As if you all could beat me the crown prince of briar woods himself.”

With the whole dorm agreeing to play the game of hunt, they set the hunt to begin after school finished (curtesy of Riddle), lets just say you might want to wish that your group got a memo of this and tries to save you from them and not take you for themselves of course .

Meanwhile-

“Of course they wouldn’t choose me.” 

“But… if i can catch them then they will have no other choose, hahaha.” The flamey blue haired guy spoke

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>>To be Continued<<

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[oraclekleins]

hello, can you write Joost Klein x musician!reader where Joost and reader met at a mutual friend's party and they hit it off? And they start to develop feelings after a while of being friends!!!

thank you for the request, anon!

Good Luck, Babe!

Joost Klein/Musician!Reader

Fluff, Crushes, 1983 era Joost :-) + Reader is BFFs with Appie!

In the warm summer air, you embrace the night; sprawling out your fingers to trace the stars. The soft glow of string lights from above illuminate the beer you’re nursing in your hands, a dull chill spreading through your palms. You listen to the sound of your own breath in the silence, aside from the soft hum of fire from the pit in front of you, slow and a little raspy. The door to Apson’s house swings open and then closes. It was nice of Appie to invite you in the first place - you never could thank him enough for trying to involve you in his friend group. Usually, you’d politely decline the invitation, not quite having made it past the step of hyping yourself up in the mirror, promising it’d be a good night.

You remind yourself that this was practice for the stage. How were you supposed to perform if you couldn’t even manage to go to one of your best friend’s parties? Grimacing at the thought, you roll your shoulders, a sigh passing from your lips. Apson was the first one to have given your music a chance, having been sat on your bed as you wrote your lyrics, pushing your journal towards him after each edit. He would hum any sort of tune to catch your words, give you some sort of inspiration. It’s easy to be around him, it just feels right ; which happens to make the fear of making a good impression around his friends much worse.

A hand finds your shoulder, heavy and welcoming. You can smell his cologne before he speaks, saccharine and earthy. “Need to go get another case of beer, you coming with?” Apson grins, already tugging you along.

“Of course, yeah,” you’re starting to reply, nearly tripping down the porch steps, your arm catching another body in its stagger for balance. 

His face is a bit mousey, grin curious and friendly. “Careful!” He teases, trailing after Apson. He glances back to you - like he’s making sure you’re following, a bit hesitant. You’re well aware of who he is, having seen hundreds of pictures of him and Appie together, flicking through their stories in a muted envy. Joost .

Appie releases you from his grip once you’re tugging at the passenger side door, Joost trailing after you. “Long time no see,” he says, sugary and faint, dying out into a giggle. 

You climb into the car. He’s fumbling between buckling his seatbelt and throwing Appie’s collection of mess from the backseat into the trunk. 

“You were at Appie’s birthday party, right?” You reply, fidgeting with your hands, beer long abandoned on the side of Apson’s porch. 

Joost looks towards you. “Yeaahh,” he drags out the ah , dramatically. You can tell that he’s doing it to make you laugh, searching for your smile after. “I remember you. The singer!” The singer. You can't help but wonder how much you told him, 6 shots deep and in desperation to look like a good, talented friend. The label makes you a little sick, but you nod.

“You as well? I think I saw your album on Instagram - it was good, really good,” the fabric of your shirt is sticking to your chest, cotton-stiff and uncomfortable. You turn to roll down the window, the still heat wavering in the backseat. 

“Appie! AC?” You whine a bit, tapping at the driver’s seat.

Apson pauses from sticking his keys into the ignition, glaring at you through the mirror. "Roll down the window! I gotta start the car, man."

You sigh, giving up as your back hits the carseat.

Joost glances over again, fiddling with his phone case. "Really cool you saw my stuff. Now I gotta hear yours, okay?" He offers you an earbud, wire already stuck into his phone.

You feel a little nauseous.

ᯓ★

It hadn't taken long for you and Joost to connect after the party. Embarrassingly enough, when you had gotten his follow request, days passed before you finally accepted it and sent a message. It became a lot easier to speak with him, bonding over being independent artists.

Of course, every glimpse of him on your feed had snuck into your dreams, slipping through them like the moonlight in your window. You're startled awake, chest heaving from the thought of his face. Fingers threading through his blonde strands, tangling them and curling them around your knuckle. The thought feels like praying, knelt at the altar, eager for your next glimpse.

You wondered if he knew.

"You're an up and coming, for serious," he would blurt out after every sneak of music you showed him. The endless praise for your work cycled into daily conversation, asking to see what you were working on- or if he could help with anything.

You couldn't help but wonder how long this dance between you two would go, when every touch became an apology for being too shy. When you could lace your fingers with his, joking about the size of your hands, yet too nervous to nestle your face into the crook of his neck.

You feel homesick when his arm isn't wrapped around your shoulder, peeking over your phone to see what you're doing rather than talking to him. He always knows how to make you look up, smile, giddy just to get a reaction.

When he confesses his 'silly', unripe feelings - it feels like the sky itself had opened up and sang for you.

[ggidolsmuts]

Fire in the Belly (and the Womb)

A/N: This follows up from the previous story Sins, Hormones, and the Starlet's Boyfriend

"Hey Yunjin, wow, that looks a little too breedable, hope it's not too cold." Yunjin's head snaps at the stylist's comment.

"What? What did you say?" she asks tersely.

"Huh? I said it looks breathable, like I hope it doesn't get too cold out there."

"Oh, got it, yeah, should be fine, sorry stylist-unnie." The stylist looks at her oddly, but just shakes her head and leaves.

"Yunjin, are you ok?" Sakura lays a concerned hand on her. "You seem off."

"Ah yeah, I'm fine." She was decidedly not fine. Yunjin is horny, and just like someone with horns, she snaps out at people unexpectedly. Her nights have been muted but wet, her moans muffled into the pillow to not disturb her members. Regrettably her own self-pleasure has been unsatisfying. No thanks to him! Nothing felt quite as good after her evening at Somi's place. They did work together on some songs after, but whenever she ran into him with Somi he was nothing but polite. Like a puppy he was devoted to Somi, checking in on her, leaving her little notes in her studio, and never sparing Yunjin anything but a courteous nod and greeting. It bugged her, not that she was jealous of Somi, more that she was envious of Somi, because she knows what he was capable of.

That he could be a wolf at Somi's wishes, and that he could tear Yunjin's clothes apart and eat Yunjin whole. That he would make her scream in pleasure, and she needed to scream in pleasure, to let loose right about yesterday. She can't do that in the dorms! A dildo is nice and all, and Yunjin has one or two that stretch her pretty well, but not with the force he could drive into her. There's also a fire in her belly, or rather, fire in her womb, and no dildo could satisfy her raw desire to have potent cum pumped straight into her. So with a hand drifting between her legs, she taps out a message to Somi.

*Hey Somi, really sorry to ask this, can I borrow your boyfriend for a night?*

*Like last time? sure, I could use a break after last week, when do you want him*

Yunjin let's out a muted moan at that thought—she can only imagine what the two of them have been up to, how hard does he go that the energetic Somi needs a break? And when does she want him? Oh god like a month ago! It takes all of her self-control to not type "ASAP" into her phone, and instead Yunjin settles for:

*Whenever's good for him*

Even with a date set, Yunjin still finds herself surprised, yelping when she sees him come through her dressing room door.

"Shh, unless you want everyone to know."

"What are you doing here?" She hugs him, a friendly greeting.

"Somi wanted me to give you a surprise." The greeting turns intimate, and Yunjin's body is suddenly flooded with heat as he pulls her flush against him. His hand is daring, and through the mirror behind him she watches his hand dip under her skirt, and then—

"Ohhhhh!" The loud moan leaks unbidden as he squeezes her ass firmly, palming her cheek over the safety shorts. Fuck now she wants to take the shorts off, to have him squeeze her ass directly, maybe spank it even. Unconsciously she pushes her hips back, wanting him to feel more of her ass. Very consciously he pushes her hips back to him, and there is a different kind of flooding as he presses his hardness against her.

"Not so loud, you really want to get caught don't you?" Yunjin doesn't want to get caught, but it feels so good to be touched, to be handled roughly like the way he was doing right now. "You're looking mighty breedable." This time Yunjin's sure she did not mishear. If anything, he would want her outfit to be completely breathable—naked, specifically. To her delight he unbuckles his pants, quickly revealing his stiffness.

Yes! He smiles into her neck and Yunjin freezes, did she say that out loud? There's no time to think though as he pushes her down slightly, and Yunjin's mind goes blank, feeling his shaft even through the layer of her safety shorts. She buries her face in his chest, muffling her moans as he rubs his cock between her legs—she helps him by grinding down on it, as if she's trying to split her lips over his tool.

"Close your thighs." Yunjin follows his request immediately, and the two of them breathe a little heavier as skin meets skin, her smooth thighs rubbing against his raw hardness. He begins to move, thrusting slowly between her thighs and rubbing against her pussy, and the memories of their previous encounter come easily to mind. A large hand squeezes her butt again, and his fingers dig deep into her flesh, sinfully tracing between her cheeks. Yunjin's reminded of the way he grabbed Somi's ass last time, and intrusive thoughts start coming in, her mind going wild as she imagines how they fuck, influenced by the bits and pieces she hears from Somi.

I could use a break after last week

First thing he does coming home is to jump me

He just explodes in you

"Nngh fuck..." This was just supposed to be a little surprise tease, but Yunjin's so deprived that even this is enough to have her hurtling towards an orgasm. A playful smack on her ass, and Yunjin's world goes white. She bites her lower lip hard as she suppresses a squeal, legs going weak as she reaches a relieving climax. When she recovers her forehead is pressed against his chest, and looking down she can see his shaft shining a little, covered in her own slick, rubbing her pussy to extend her pleasure. It's hypnotizing, and Yunjin can't take it anymore.

"You can p-put it in..." she whispers.

"No, not today." Her whine when he pulls away is utterly depraved, watching him put his erection back in his pants. "Today's just a surprise."

"You didn't finish yet!" She wants to help him finish, she wants him. "Let me—" Yunjin drops to her knees, eager to take him in her mouth, but to her shock he resists, taking one more step away from her.

"Nuh-uh, today's loads are for Somi. I'll see you next time." He pats her head, and a stunned Yunjin remains on her knees as the door closes behind him.

Today's... loads? Multiple? For Somi? Somehow, despite her orgasm, Yunjin is even more aroused than before. Yunjin quickly stands up before anyone comes in and sees her kneeling on the ground, but as she does she realizes she has another problem—how is she going to explain why her safety shorts are soaked through?

"Fuck me..." she utters to herself.

The day arrives, but it is with simmering frustration that Yunjin waits in the hotel room, thighs crossing and uncrossing as she awaits his arrival. She checks her phone constantly—he's late, and yet no message! Surely he didn't forget? Or did he get the day wrong? Or did he skip out on her? Maybe he just thought "Eh, pass." The mere contemplation of the last thought sends Yunjin into indignant anxiety—how could he turn her down! Did he not have a good time last time? Should she have insisted on giving him a blowjob right then?

It is with such thoughts that Yunjin opens the door when he finally arrives, her expression prompting him to ask a patently absurd question.

"Is now not a good time? Should we reschedule?" As if Yunjin could reschedule her need to get fucked!

"No." She pulls him in and slams the door behind him. "You're late."

"By..." He checks his phone. "8 minutes? I just missed the train and had to wait for the next. What's wrong?" Yunjin's self-inflicted dourness lightens as she watches him remove his coat, the mere sight of him taking off clothing reawakening her arousal.

"N-Nothing, just frustrated, sorry."

"Well, that's what I'm here for." Any doubts she had about him or herself go out the window as he hugs her like last time, kissing her demandingly. His fingers run through her hair, his other hand firm around her waist—one strokes her hair, the other strokes her lower back. It is almost sweet, like the last time they had sex, but Yunjin's too horny for that.

"I need you to fuck me roughly," she breathes into his ear, and the stroking pauses.

"Roughly?"

"Last time, the way you fuck Somi, you said there was the intimate way and the—"

"The rough way, yes I remember." His expression hardens slightly, as if preparing to be rough with her, and Yunjin gets wetter. A thrill goes down her spine when he opens his mouth again. "What's your safeword?"

Safeword, oh my god, just how rough do they get?! Yunjin buys herself some time, trying not to think about how rough he and Somi get. "Do you and Somi have a safeword?"

"We did."

"Did?"

"We learnt our limits over time, and we eventually stopped using it." Yunjin isn't scared, but she also worries about biting off more than she can chew, or take, in this case. Nevertheless she bluffs, unimpressed by her own behavior earlier.

"No safeword for me then either, no limits, I can take it." He stares at her, and Yunjin stares back, willing herself to hold his gaze. He is the first to blink, and he clears his throat.

"Let's pick up from where we left off then, I want to use your mouth." He leisurely removes his pants, and Yunjin drops to her knees once more, eager to finally get started. He is in her hands, hard and ready, all for her! She tries to bring her head to his, but is stopped by a hand on her scalp.

"Ah ah, I want to use your mouth, not receive a blowjob. Get on the bed." His tone is commanding, and Yunjin doesn't dare protest. He pulls her to the edge of the bed, her head hanging off the side. "Open." The blood is beginning to rush to Yunjin's head, and she has no stray thoughts, her mouth hanging open upside down.

"Ggllhk, mmph!" It is the first time she takes him in the mouth, and his length seems monstrous in size, filling her oral cavity, and pushing into her throat.

"Breathe through your nose," is the reminder and the order, and Yunjin complies, breathing in oxygen mixed with his musk—intoxicating. "Relax your throat." Deeper he goes, and Yunjin has to strain a little to allow him to push on further. On and on, until his sack taps against her nose and upper lip.

Today's loads, all for me! is the only thought in her head.

"Good?" He asks. Yunjin dangles an arm behind her, feeling his muscular ass and squeezing it, trying to push him forward.

I'm perfect. "Ghhk!" Panic takes over Yunjin when she feels a hand on her throat, giving her a slight squeeze.

"Relax, trust me, let me take over, let me do the work." She breathes deeply through her nose, trying her best to relax her body. "Good girl." Rhythmically the fingers on her throat tense and slack, moving back and forth on her neck. His hips move slightly too—not quite thrusting, just enough for some friction. "Such a nice fucking cocksleeve."

The thought should have incensed Yunjin—her throat, her instrument as Le Sserafim's vocalist, now used as nothing but a fleshlight, a mere instrument of pleasure. Yet as he throbs inside her neck the idea only served to turn her on, to heighten her arousal. He wanted to use her mouth, and by God he was using all of her mouth. Her hands drift to her own body, diving beneath her shorts and between her spread legs. She moans as she touches her lips—she's soaked! However, Yunjin is swiftly admonished, the grip around her throat tightening.

"Not your turn yet." He grabs her arm, pulling it back towards her neck. "Stroke me." He plants a knee on the bed, pushing even deeper, as if trying to fits his balls into her mouth as well. Yunjin is made to choke herself, her own hand grabbing her neck. She feels his thickness inside her throat, coughing a little as it throbs. She runs a hand up and down her neck, smearing her own juices across her skin. "That's it, fuck that's good!" Liquid trickles down Yunjin's face, messing up her makeup—not tears, but her own drool, flowing the wrong way down her face. Everything about this is wrong, why is she choking herself? Why is she letting him pin her head against the bed, why is he dunking his balls into her face?

Why does it feel so good?

When his orgasm happens Yunjin feels it more than tastes it—the jump of his cock, tip hitting the walls of her throat, and then the burst of gooey warmth against it. His hand goes back to her neck, squeezing it like he's gripping his cock, milking it for every drop. Yunjin trembles beneath him, beginning to run out of oxygen as he continues to spurt. The saltiness hits her tongue as he pulls out, the last remnants of his peak glazing across her lips and nose.

"Now it's your turn. Let's make you squirt."

"I'm— Haah, don't, mmm! Squirt." He doesn't give Yunjin anytime to breathe, leaning over her, and plunging his fingers between her legs. There is an audible thump as Yunjin bumps her head against the edge of the bed, her body arching against him at the penetration—it has been too long! She opens her eyes when she realizes he's not moving, two fingers deep inside her keeping her stretched and full, but no friction, no pleasure. His face is at her hips, and he's looking back down her body, smiling back at her.

"You will."

"Mmm..." Yunjin lets her head dangle off the edge of the bed again as he starts moving, massaging her pussy from the inside. Maybe she's just incredibly aroused, but he seems to know just how to touch her, and the hot pleasure going through her body quickly becomes a boil. "Fuck yes, just like that!" She just needed that little bit more!

Then she feels it.

"Oh my god!" Her eyes open in surprise when he presses down on her abdomen, right over where his fingers are inside her. Together the set of hands seem to pin her g-spot in place, and he just works his fingertips against her weakness, prodding and rubbing at it incessantly. It's like he knows her body better than she does. Like he owns it! is the last thought before she blanks out.

"Oh fuck... FUCK ME!" Yunjin screams and grabs at his thighs, fingers digging into his flesh as she squirts for the first time, soaking her clothes like never before. She's too blissed out to even notice his hard-again cock bouncing against her face as she cries and shouts, smearing her pretty face with more leftover semen and newly made precum. When she comes to her head is lying on the bed, and he's caressing her cheek, or so she thought.

"Clean." He brings his fingers to her mouth, and Yunjin dutifully sucks them clean. "Do we taste good?" It takes a moment to process the taste—he had wiped her face with his hand, and his fingers were coated in her juices and his cum! The worst part is, they tasted good together, and Yunjin couldn't wait for their fluids to mix... Elsewhere.

He takes off the rest of his clothes, and Yunjin follows suit, peeling off her now sweaty and wet pieces. As soon as she does he's on her, and Yunjin finds herself facing the wrong way on her hands and knees. The breath is pushed out of her as she is unceremoniously filled. Is this what Somi means by being jumped, that he just turns her around and sinks into her? Does he also use Somi's throat like he did earlier—two of K-Pop's hottest starlets, and their throats and pussies are just wrapped around his cock like toys?

"Nngh... Fuck!" Yunjin doesn't have much more time to think about what he does with Somi as pleasure shoots through her body while he does her. Her cheeks clap loudly against his hips, his hands branding her milky skin with how tightly he's holding her.

"Such a tight fucking body!" he hisses, and Yunjin clenches around him in response, both from the praise and her desire to please him further. Each thrust jolts her senses, and Yunjin is slowly overwhelmed by the pleasure, her arms and legs going weak trying to prop her body up. He soon renders that unnecessary though by grabbing her wrists and yanking them back, pulling her upper body off the bed. He gathers her wrists behind her back, and with one hand holding them there Yunjin is powerless to do anything. 

"God deeper, h-harder!" Her arms are his reins as he rides her to one orgasm, and then another, like a stallion riding its mare. With her hands occupied there's no stifling her loud moans or cries of pleasure that fill the room, and as loud as she gets on Le Sserafim content, Yunjin is arguably even louder in bed. "Fuck I'm cumming! Oh fuck don't stop, please don't stop! F-Faster, more please— Oh my— Mmmmm!" Yunjin's tongue loosens as she finally gets the fuck she's been waiting for for a long time, and she's saying anything that comes to mind, shamelessly telling him how she wants to be plugged—faster, harder, deeper! She's fucked into another "hands-free" orgasm before he lets go, dropping her head to the bed. She finds herself in an even more compromising position when her mind is no longer blank with pleasure—he's still holding her by her hands, but now he's pulled them from beneath her body and between her legs, using it as a sling to hold her hips up.

"Ah..." Yunjin gasps breathlessly as he starts thrusting again. She tries to squirm and turn her head, to lift herself off the bed with pure core strength, but he simply pulls on her arms, forcing her head back to the bed with the see-saw action. She could touch her clit in the position, and Yunjin does so, adding a familiar pleasure to the more foreign pleasure of being fucked so thoroughly.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asks when Yunjin recovers from another orgasm, and she can only whimper and nod, rubbing her face on the bedsheet. "Do you want me to get rougher?" She nods again, and in short order he has her screaming—he plants a foot on the bed and grabs her by the hips, and the new position allows him to fuck her even more powerfully at an even better angle. Yunjin was getting fucked earlier, now she's just getting dicked down and loving it.

"Nnnngh! Oh my god, oh my god!" She has to bite the sheets in both pain and pleasure—her throat is sore from the "blowjob" earlier, her arms are sore from his yanking and pulling, and without a doubt her pussy is going to be sore with how hard he's going to town on her, but Yunjin would not have it any other way. Her head spins as a large hand pushes her deeper into the bed, and then—

Without any warning beyond a grunt, he simply sinks his cock all the way into her and explodes, filling her womb with potent DNA shrapnel. Each send of his hips sends even more cum into her, claiming more and more of Yunjin's pussy. She can only moan when she feels liquid trailing down her thighs—he's overflowing out of her!

"Y-You came so much..." Yunjin gasps, but he isn't remotely done with her. She finds herself on her back, and her fingers in her own pussy as he pushes them in.

"Clean yourself out before I fuck you again."

"W-What?! W-Wait!" Yunjin whimpers in overstimulation as four fingers are shoved into her, digging his load out from inside. Through thick and thin fingers does his load spill out from her, and the flow does not cease—so copious and thick is his seed that she finds herself on the verge of climax again just trying to get all of it out. "W-Why do you need to get it out? Nngh!"

"I don't want any sloppy seconds."

But it's your cum! Yunjin wants to cry out, yet it comes out as a wordless shout when he makes her clench again in orgasm, both his and her fingers fucking her roughly, forcing Yunjin to push his load out. What an image she makes right now—she lays sprawled out on the bed, fingers plunged deep in her own cum-filled snatch. It's no wonder he's hard again by the time Yunjin manages to piece a thought together. He rubs his tip against her messy and gooey entrance, and to Yunjin's shock he aims below her slit, lifting her legs slightly.

"I'm going to fuck your ass." A chill runs down her spine—whatever she had been looking for from him, it definitely wasn't that.

"N-No wait, not there!" Without responding he brings two fingers to her slit, gathering her slick and his cum before smearing it around her puckered ring. "Please, not there, I don't want it there!"

"What's your safeword then?" Her blood runs cold when she realizes her folly—she told him she didn't need one, and told him there were no limits! And now he's lubing her up, spreading her cheeks!

"No, please don't!" No no no no no no no! But he is unbudging, ignoring her pleas and making a show of prepping his thrusts. Once, then a second time does his cock seem to bump around her ass, as if "missing" his target. He makes a show of pulling his hips back, and Yunjin braces for losing her anal cherry—she could have pushed him off, or kicked him away earlier, but with his hands pinning her arms down her mind is going blank, and her hands grip the sheets, eyes tightly shut as she prepares for the pain. She can only manage one final whimper.

"Please—"

His cock sheathes inside her pussy with a smooth thrust, and for the first time ever Yunjin cums on the initial penetration. The relief and sudden pleasure instead of pain mix blissfully in Yunjin's head, and her legs wrap around his hips as she cums, locking him in, afraid he would actually take her ass if he pulls out again.

"And that's why we have safewords." He whispers in her ear, nibbling on her ear lobe and earning himself a whimper of "You're right." He unwraps Yunjin's legs from behind him and puts her in a mating press, hooking her knees with his elbows. Regardless of the position he chooses Yunjin is powerless, limp with pleasure as he begins plowing her again, stretching her sore pussy even more. For a brief moment Yunjin watches him, his hair mess and ruffled, wolfish... 

Wolfish? 

She's reminded of the fanfics she's read on her lonely nights, about alphas and omegas. She has no idea if he's ever read anything like that, or even aware of that concept, but he sure is fucking her like an alpha, and for her part, from the way she's yelping, she might as well be an omega in heat, her pussy molded in the shape of his cock. He kisses her, tongue demanding Yunjin's own tongue in return. The kiss is so intense, so ferocious, that Yunjin's head begins to spin, beginning to run out of breath. To the kiss he adds an unexpected move—with a hand he pinches Yunjin's nose, and between his kiss, the pinch, and the absolute pounding he's still able to give her, she starts to panic once more, quickly running out of oxygen, each jolt of her body unable to give her the air she needs.

"Mm, mm!" She grabs his shoulder, trying to tap him weakly, but her grip is loosening by the second, her consciousness fading. Her eyes open, and he has a lupine grin on his face—he might actually fuck her to death. He pulls away and says something, but she can only read his lips before she combusts.

Cum.

Yunjin's eyes roll into her head, the chemicals rushing her brain as oxygen flows back into her lungs. Yet again the mix of relief and pleasure is intoxicating, and her mouth hangs open, silently screaming as she squirts around him again. She jerks uselessly below him, her pussy contracting around his cock her only grip on reality anymore. Her limbs feel like jelly, and she has to whine and whimper to get him to throw her arms around his neck and hug her. Between the choking, the squirting, the threat of anal, and then the simultaneous kissing and choking and squirting she just went through earlier, Yunjin's brain is mush, intrusive thoughts entering and taking root. As far as she is concerned he is her alpha, and her lizard brain submits to him—if he wanted to take her ass now she wouldn't say no. But Yunjin wants something more.

"What is it?" his growl cuts through her orgasm-induced brain fog.

"Huh?"

"You've been mumbling, not moaning, spit it out." He thrusts harder, and Yunjin placates him by moaning—even now she doesn't want to reveal the depths to which her desires have descended to. The resistance is token though, and if her alpha wants to hear her needs, she would tell him. He asks her with his body, cock plunging in and out of her roughly; he actually wants to just hear her moan more, but Yunjin's omega-twisted mind treats it as delightful punishment, as if trying to make her speak, and the words begin tumbling out of her mouth.

"B-Breed... Breed me, please breed me." She finds his gaze, her eyes round and dilated, clouded with submissive lust. "Breed me like you own me." He slows down, and Yunjin immediately panics. "No, keep going, don't stop! Don't stop!"

"Say it again," he snarls, his voice low and dangerous. Yunjin does what her alpha wants.

"Breed me."

"The full thing, all of it." His next thrust is harder, and he pushes Yunjin's legs even further back, her ankles now near her ears. Later she would reflect on how she's normally not this flexible, but if he can fuck the kinks into her, maybe he's fucking the flexibility into her as well.

"Breed me like I belong to you."

"Louder!"

"Breed me like I'm your BITCH!" The last word is a shriek as he thumps solidly against her cervix. Yunjin's alpha leans over her, allowing him to pound straight down into her creamy warmth. Her ankles hook around his neck as Yunjin's folded in half, and she screams out in delirious joy at being ferociously, if not brutally, mated. Over and over he slams straight down into her, until he latches his mouth to her neck and sucks on her skin hard, marking her while he pumps her full of seed. The warm explosion rips through her womb and goes straight to her feral brain, and Yunjin cums with him one final time, scratching deep red lines on his arms and back, all while shredding her vocal cords as she lets loose her loudest cry yet. 

"YES YES YES YESSSSS!"

The silence after is deafening, and Yunjin's world goes fuzzy and fades to black.

She wakes up late next morning, her body blissfully sore from the night before. Every muscle in her body felt like it was on fire, but the fire in her belly had been quenched, and Yunjin nestles into the bed a little bit more until reality finally calls in the form of her manager looking for her. She comes up with a flimsy excuse, but she knows she has to get up. Disappointingly Somi's boyfriend is nowhere to be found, and after Yunjin showers and dresses again, groaning the whole time in soreness, she finds what he left her on the desk.

I hope I was of help to you. I greatly enjoyed last night, and hope you did too.

P.S. Just in case

Where the hell did Somi find a guy like that? Yunjin thinks to herself. How can he be so polite, so considerate (Her clothes were folded in a neat pile on the couch!) after fucking her brains out last night? Regardless Yunjin feels a small amount of pride, knowing that he had enjoyed last night too. She also finds the morning-after pills he had left next to the note. Intrusive thoughts from last night still linger in her head—unbeknownst to him, the date he had picked, last night, was actually one of her more fertile days, and a primal part of her wants to flush the pills down the toilet and let things take their natural course, to let her alpha breed her. Yunjin's hand travels to her neck, feeling where he had shoved his cock down her throat and then choked her... God even that mere thought is enough to warm her body, and her hand drifts down her body.

But no, it's a new day, and Yunjin claps her hands to her face, trying to clear her head. She takes the pills and washes it down with a glass of water. And with that, the fire in her womb is satiated.

For now.

A/N: Le Sserafim's song titles are too fun to play around with lol, they all can be made to sound kinda dirty XD So have more of Yunjin, thanks for reading!

[harunayuuka2060]

Twst Unveil Event Part 2

*In the Mirror Chamber*

*Yuurin, Jack, Ruggie, Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Rook, Epel, Floyd, and Jade are already there.*

Malleus: Seems that everyone is here.

Sebek: It's a pleasure for us to be in a trip with you, Waka-sama!

Malleus: Yes. Thanks to Yuurin who graciously invited me.

Yuurin: Don't mention it, Malleus-senpai.

Ruggie: Um, Rook? Is that a camera?

Rook: Oui!

Jack: Why?

Rook: To take photos of Monsieur Tranquille, of course!

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: No, Rook. That's our job.

Jack: Yes. We need to update Leona-senpai every hour.

Epel: When did Leona-senpai become such a worrywart?

Floyd: Ne~ Ne~ Damselfish~ Are we going to have a sleepover~?

Yuurin: Yes. I believe so.

Floyd: You can share a bed with me and Jade~. You'll be our pillow~.

Silver: You can't.

Floyd: Eh~ Why not~?

Jade: Is there a problem, Silver?

Silver: Yuurin needs a good night's rest.

Jade: Ah, now that makes sense. *chuckles*

Floyd: Eh~? But I sleep like a baby lamb~.

Them except Yuurin: We all know that's a lie.

Yuurin: It's time for us to go.

Yuurin: We have arrived.

*The fresh breeze immediately welcomes them.*

Them: *sigh in contentment*

Jade: I like this place. *chuckles*

Silver: It feels like a good place to sleep in...

Sebek: Silver! Don't fall asleep!

Yuurin: I'm glad you find the place relaxing.

Yuurin: Though it's good while it lasts.

Jack: Hm? What do you mean by that, Yuurin?

Yuurin: Here she comes.

*The ground started shaking*

Epel: Eh— Are we having an earthquake?!

Yuurin: No.

"YUURIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Them: Huh?

*A giant buff woman comes charging at them; or more likely towards Yuurin.*

Yuurin: Good morning, Philomela.

Them: That's... PHILOMELA?!!

Ruggie: Yuurin! Move aside!

Philomela: YUUURIN! *sweeps her off her feet and gives her a big, tight hug*

Philomela: Oh look at you!

Yuurin: How are you, Philomela?

Philomela: I am doing GREAT! *laughs*

Them: ...

Philomela: Oh. And these are your schoolmates, no?

Philomela: They look promising!

Them: *all of them smiles*

Yuurin: Philomela, can you put me down?

Philomela: Ah, yes, yes. Of course.

Floyd: Wow. She's as huge as a whale.

Epel: What the— Why would you say that?!

Philomela: A WHALE?!

Philomela: Did you hear that, Yuurin? He called me a whale!

Yuurin: Yes. I heard it loud and clear, Philomela.

Silver: She looks happy. Was that a compliment?

Yuurin: Yes. The best one at that.

The others: Oh...

Ruggie: *mutters* Wow. If it were in any other places...

Jack: *mutters too* You would have been slapped.

Philomela: Have a tour of the place while I assist the other schools.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Didn't you say no one wanted to participate?

Philomela: Well, after making an announcement that Night Raven College will join, different schools have shown their interests.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I see. In that case, we will see you later.

Philomela: *takes her leave*

Floyd: So~ What should we do now~?

Malleus: I want to hear the beliefs and culture of this place.

Yuurin: There are tons of them.

Rook: Can you give us an example?

Yuurin: Hmm...

Yuurin: If you happen to lock eyes with an animal and it starts to approach you, run.

Epel: Huh? But why?

Jack: Is it because it's attacking you?

Yuurin: No. It means a god has taken a liking on you.

Them: ...

Rook: And why is that a problem, Monsieur Tranquille?

Yuurin: Kingdom of Heroes have records of wars and long-time disputes just for this very reason.

Ruggie: Yikes.

Floyd: Oh...

Floyd: There's a bald eagle staring at Guppy right now.

Epel: ...

Malleus: You are being liked by a god.

Yuurin: Oh. A bald eagle.

Yuurin: That's not good.

Epel: *panic noises*

*Later, Yuurin has to convince Epel that it was only a myth to stop him from crying*

Leona: How is everything there?

Yuurin: Not a problem so far.

Leona: Good. That's all I have to say. I'll hang up now. *ends the call*

Ruggie and Jack: ...

Ruggie: In 3... 2... 1...

Ruggie: *Leona is calling him*

Ruggie: *answers*

Leona: No sleeping in the same bed.

Ruggie: Yes, boss. Copy. *then Leona hangs up*

Jack: Aren't we sharing beds already?

Ruggie: Shh. You're going to attract the strict brother energy, Jack.

[lilmashae]

too tight ! — drabble ! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

semi public , written specifically with sungchan in mind because i love him so so so much — but it also reminded me of some others so here we are ^ _ ^

he really is just the type of boyfriend to buy you the wrong size of clothing on purpose ( not when it matters ! ) — nothing too suffocating , just very fitted ( so that your tits spill perfectly over the hem of your shirts )...

he'll try and play it off but you know it's because he loves to see you in snug leggings , low-cut shirts , jeans that hug your ass , and miniskirts leaving nothing to the imagination — along with all the skin tight dresses he could find.

he'll bring them to the dressing rooms while you're out shopping — that way even if you don't buy it he gets the most delicious view...

"baby , i think you grabbed the wrong size... it's sort of snug..?" you looked in the mirror — the shirt you'd asked your boyfriend to retrieve suddenly turned into a baby tee. "really..? it's your size though. come out , let me see , princess."

you step out and your little stall , "twirl for me..." and of course you do a little spin — "shit..." he mumbles under his breath , shifting around in his chair. "what do you think?"

"maybe it is a little small... i'll go get you a size up , okay , mama?" you nod , fully aware that he'd just wanted a little show.

whenever he gets lucky you'll let him 'test' these sort of things out.

"hm... i don't know if it's too small or too big — maybe it's just right..?" the dress fits great — you just love to entertain his antics. your eyes would saunter from your reflection to his eyes. "how does it feel when you move , baby?" you'd take his suggestion — pacing around a little bit. "i don't know... maybe i could try something else?" that piques his interest. "like what , pretty girl?"

which is how you two'd end up in cramped in the departments store dressing rooms — the 'too snug' dress hiked up over your hips as he thrusted into you from behind.

"f-fuck... how's that feel , baby? good..? shit , you're tight! ah , 'dress fit okay f'you ?"

you nod , unable to form a coherent sentence feeling his tip repeatedly kiss your cervix. you can feel the relentless snapping of his hips through each drag of his cock stuffed in your gummy walls.

the only thing better than seeing you in your cute , little 'too tight' clothes was watching his cum drip down your leg as you two walked out of the dressing rooms. "well i guess we have to get it now... whether it fits or not." ( which he's assuming it does since you managed to contort into all those positions wearing it in that cramped ass stall) ♥

jake ♥ sungchan ♥ shotaro ♥ jungwon ♥ jaehyun ♥ han jisung ♥ mingi ♥ huening kai ♥ hyunjin

guidelines and disclaimers | more all in onesss !

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Cherry Bomb

Sirius Black x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral (female receiving), soft!dom sirius, underage smoking, brief underage drinking, rough sex, pretty good sex imo, this all leads to a bigger plot i promise !!

summary: you’ve got a plan, and that plan starts with a simple shag with a simple man. sirius black.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i used two beautiful prompts from this beautiful account @eloquentmoon and they are as followed.

11. “Louder, let me hear you”

28. “I want to have my way with you”

i listened to fat bottomed girls by queen during this and god did it help. anyway, enjoy :)

~~~

If boys could be considered easy, Sirius Black would be the easiest boy in all of Hogwarts. To shag Sirius Black, a girl only needs to meet a short list of requirements. One, she must be fit. Two, she must not be a virgin. And three by far the most important, she must be desperate for Sirius Black.

That’s why he was the first on the list. He was the easiest.

~~~

You stare in the mirror for a few seconds. Everything seems alright. Your dress is tight, your makeup is done, and most of all your plan is set. You turn to your friend and gesture to yourself.

“You’re stunning, as always. I don’t get why you’ve been insisting on doing this. What’s the goal?” Your friend says.

“Some fun I suppose.” You look at the clock on the dorm's wall. “I better be going, parties not going to last forever. Neither is Mr. Black’s smoke break.”

“Have a good time then.”

You grab your purse and start for the door. “Will do. See you tomorrow.”

After a few minutes of walking, you find Mr. Black exactly where you predicted him to be. He’s sitting on one of the benches, a cigarette between his lips. You casually step out into the moonlight, your hand rummaging through your purse. An unlit cigarette is held between two of your fingers, you make a sound of disapproval as you continue pretending to search your bag.

“All right there miss?”

You look up from your bag and shake your head. “Forgot my wand in my dorm.” You pretend to just notice the cigarette between his lips. “Mind helping a lady out with a smoke?”

“Why of course,” he answers. He gestures for you to come closer, and you gladly comply. “But I’m going to need your name first.”

“Why’s that? All I’m asking for is a quick light,” you reply.

He smirks. “If you know mine, I feel it’s only polite to know yours.”

“I don’t know yours, so we’re even. Anyway, how about that light now?”

Without another word, he pulls out his wand. You stick the cigarette between your lips and lean down. He’s surprised, you can tell from the way his eyes shift. Nevertheless, he lights the end of your cigarette. You lean back and take a long breath of smoke. It feels all too familiar in your lungs. You take a step back and pull the cigarette from your lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“Y/n y/l/n.”

“Pardon?”

You look down at him. “My name, it’s y/n y/l/n. I’m from Ravenclaw, probably why you haven’t heard of me.”

“I’m Sirius Black from Gryffindor,” he replies.

“Ah Gryffindor, that’s where I’m heading actually. Heard there’s a big party up there, why aren’t you there?” You ask, sticking the cigarette between your lips again.

He shrugs. “Needed a small break. ‘Suppose it’s a good thing, right? Or else you wouldn’t have that precious fag between your lips. Perhaps it’s fate.”

“I don’t believe in that nonsense.” You pretend to check your watch. “Seems like the time is flying by. I’ve got to run before all the firewhiskey is gone.”

You drop your cigarette to the ground and smoosh it with your boot. When your eyes meet his again, you’re happy to see the slight shift. He’s curious, you can tell. Good. Curious is good. You give him a small smile.

“Nice to meet you Sirius Black from Gryffindor, ‘suppose I’ll see you up there, till then,” you say, giving him a small wink before turning on your heels and starting for the doors.

“Nice to meet you too Y/n y/l/n from Ravenclaw!” You hear him call from behind, but you don’t acknowledge it.

Phase one is done.

It’s almost an hour later when the second phase begins. You’re dancing to the beat of Queen’s newest hit, your hips swaying in a way you hope is entrancing. One or two shots of firewhiskey have been down your throat already, and you’re tempted to reach for a third, but that’s when you see him.

He’s across the room, his dark eyes practically glued to you. Despite how much you’ve planned this moment, you can’t help the butterflies that take over your stomach. Sirius Black, one of the most popular boys in the school, wants you. You lick your lips and watch as he lifts his hand, gesturing to you to go to him like he had earlier in the night.

You inhale one last breath before beginning the walk to him.

It’s the last time you’ll walk straight for a day or two.

And so, phase three begins.

~~~

You gasp as your face meets one of the pillows on his bed. You try to get back up on all fours, but it feels nearly impossible. With one of Sirius’s hands presses down on the small of your back, while the other grips one of your hips you’re lucky your legs haven’t given out yet. He fucks you relentlessly, and you’ve never loved anything more.

“Fuck Sirius,” you moan, you can’t catch your breath. Your orgasm is close. “Sirius.”

“Louder, let me hear you.” His voice is like music to your ears. “Let them all hear you love.”

“ ’M gonna cum Sirius,” you say, a bit louder than your previous words. “Fuck I’m so close please don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t planning to.”

You cum a few seconds later, your whole body shaking as you do. Sirius doesn’t falter for even a moment, making your orgasm ten times more pleasurable. When you’re done, he pulls out and flips you over onto your back. Your eyes meet and you almost audibly moan.

How could someone be so bloody handsome?

He lowers himself so he’s on top of you, his body held up by his two hands placed on either side of your head. You wrap your arms around him, and as he thrusts inside you once again, you let your nails drag down his back. He kisses your neck sloppily, causing you to whimper.

“Have you never been shagged properly?”

You can’t help the small laugh that leaves you. “I suppose not.”

“Something mustn’t be right because your pussy is by far one of the best I’ve ever had.” He presses himself so deep inside you, that you wince in pain. He’s reached your cervix. “So soft, so warm, so tight. In fact, I think I need a taste.”

He pulls out of you again and quickly kisses down your body, pausing only to suck hard on one of your nipples. After that, his tongue is on your stomach, your navel, your...

“Sirius, what are you-”

“I want to have my way with you.”

Your back arches as he begins to lick your clit. Your thighs clench around his head, and your hands move to his hair. You squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure almost too much for you to handle. He eats you out as if he’s been starved his entire life. His lips and tongue are so soft, so warm. Your second orgasm comes far quicker than the first.

“Perfect taste.”

He begins to crawl up your body, his mouth shining with your cum. You don’t hold yourself back from kissing him, in fact, you’re the one who initiates it. You love the taste of yourself on his lips, it’s one of the most attractive things you’ve ever encountered.

After a minute or two you push him down onto the bed and crawl on top of him. From the way he’s grinning up at you, to the way his gorgeous hair is sprawled out on the mattress, you can’t help the words that slip from your mouth.

“None of the gossips ever mentioned how empowering it is to have the great Sirius Black underneath you.”

He raised a brow. “I thought you didn’t know who I am.”

“I uh...” You give him a small smile and begin to move your hips back and forth, his cock sliding between your incredibly wet folds. “I knew you didn’t know my name, so I pretended not to know yours. To make it even.”

It wasn’t a complete lie, but it also wasn’t the complete truth either.

Sirius’s eyes flutter shut, his hands moving to grip your hips. “I know your name now y/n y/l/n.”

“And you will remember it,” you reply. “Not like all those other girls whose names you forget the next morning.”

“Course not love.”

“It’s not a question.” You lift your hips and slowly begin to sink down on his cock. His fingers dig into your skin, you place your hands on his chest. “It’s a statement. I’m going to spell it out for you.”

You start to rock back and forth and up and down, just the way you know drives guys mad. Sirius is no different. Except, unlike the others, he doesn’t bother to hold back from moaning his approval. You lean down after a few minutes, so your lips are almost touching his ear, and with each movement of your hips, you say a letter of your name.

So, by the time you reach your third orgasm and Sirius reaches his first, your name is properly engraved in his head.

When everything is done and you’re both spent, he holds you in his arms. Your head rests on his chest, and you listen to his gentle heartbeat. The two of you share a cigarette in silence. It’s not uncomfortable in the slightest. Sirius Black has that effect on people.

As you stare at the wall you wonder how you’re supposed to move forward with the plan. You never expected such aftercare from the school player or such kindness during the shag. He’s a very giving lover, contrary to the popular belief that he’s simply another boy who enjoys using girls for his pleasure. You take one last long drag of the cigarette before handing it back to him and closing your eyes.

“I think I quite like you, y/n y/l/n,” he suddenly says, his voice barely above a whisper.

This plan might be harder than you thought.

[tealgoat]

Writing from @felikatze !!!

The Favor Tree. Not something uniquely Vaugardian, mind you. Plenty of powerful trees are strewn about Ka Bue as well, but this one *is* Vaugardian, and so you'd like to wish on one at least once, for completion's sake.

What to wish for, though? You can wish for Vaugarde to be saved, of course. But, in all likelihood, everyone in Dormont already has, so what will your wish even accomplish, then? The logical part of you wants to make it a test. Something simple to see whether these wishes have any merit to them.

If they don't, you'll save Vaugarde by your own strength. If they do, a little help goes a long way.

Right, something simple it shall be. A coin flip. You'll wish to win your next coin flip.

You clasp your hands together like Mirabelle does, close your eyes, and

"That's not how you wish, Madam!"

"...Siffrin?"

With quick strides, Siffrin catches up to her. Hadn't they meant to go later? Oh, in her dwadling, Isabeau already left.

Siffrin smiles with curiosity next to you, and you untangle your hands. "What'd you wish for?" they ask.

"Nothing yet. After someone so rudely interrupted me." You say it with a sarcastic tilt.

Siffrin mirrors you after a beat. He looks around. "So rude! We gotta find the culprit! Oh, maybe they're hiding up in the tree. It's pretty..."

You know what's coming.

"TREE-mendous, after all!"

Despite yourself, you snort.

"So, my brave hero, if that's not how you wish, how do you do it then?"

"Uh!" Siffrin startles. "Uh!" He bends to the ground and picks up... a leaf?

"Here!" They hold the leaf out to you. You try to grab it, but they snatch it back. "No! First, pick the leaf you like best. That best represents you."

You don't know anything about Siffrin's past. Or where they're from, at all. So if he's sharing this piece of tradition... it won't hurt to humor him.

Your knees seriously don't like bending down like that. Instead of grabbing the first leaf you see, you ponder them for a little bit. Eventually, you decide on one that's a little longer than the others, with an odd bend in its tip.

"This one." You push yourself off the ground. It is. A struggle. Siffrin offers you a hand. You take it without aknowledgement. "What next?"

Siffrin puts a hand on his chin and squints, as he does when forgetting something. What, did they forget in the middle of showing her?

No, Siffrin proceeds by instinct. They bring the leaf up to their mouth and whisper far too softly for Odile's aging ears. Then, he folds the leaf and lets it go.

It drifts on the wind, higher and higher, until it disappears into the trees.

"There. Whisper your wish into it three times, fold it, and let it go."

"I've never seen a Vaugardian do that."

Siffrin seems lost. "It's not... It's..."

You drop the subject. "Why thrice?"

"That's just... the way to do it? You can also do six and nine, I think, and seven and thirteen."

"Multiples of three and prime numbers?"

"Prime numbers?"

"Forget it. Alright."

You hold the leaf to your face, curling it to speak into. A simple, logical wish, to test the Favor Tree. That'd seems rude now, after Siffrin shared part of his culture with you.

Something better. Something... genuine. And that's the hard part, isn't it? You have a reputation to uphold. It's easier that way. Like... like you don't care how much Siffrin's eye sparkles right now, waiting with bated breath.

It'll be easier to leave them again. Bonnie will go to their sister, Isabeau to the Defenders, Mirabelle to the House, and Siffrin...

Siffrin is a traveler too, is he not? Maybe the others won't go with you, but you could show them Ka Bue. Teach them how to pray at shrines, about all the different foods you ache for, all the culture you left to find something new. Despite it all, Ka Bue was your home, and... you'd like to share it with them, if you can.

Ah, you just want to stay with them.

You fold the leaf, and it leaves on the breeze.

"Hah."

"Madame?"

"You're rubbing off on me, Siffrin."

You pat them on the shoulder. Siffrin freezes. Until your hand leaves them again.

"My apologies, Siffrin."

It's quite silly to think they'd go with you after all.

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

Can I request where monster cha hyun su and normal hyun su react when they over stimulate reader that she squirts? And monster hyun su just keeps going until she is a mess.

Cha Hyun Su x Fem!Reader

Messy Messy girl

Monster Hyun Su

Regular Hyun su

Genre: Smut✨

Warning ⚠️ : Squirting , Rough sex , Name Calling , Vaginal sex , (may contain gifs/photos for Thai one guys🥰 cause y’all be having me feel super naughty 😈)

3 hours … it’s been three whole hours of Hyun su brutality pounding into your now messy cunt , after the first two rounds , Hyun su started to become tired and he then gave his monster side full control while he got some rest

As soon as you noticed his eyes change from a dark brown, to a bright blue that always made you choke on your spit , because you knew .. he was going to use you until you were begging him to stop

Your probably wondering how I ended up here , well it wasn’t exactly your idea .. since you and Eun Yu reunited with Hyun su , she started to take notice of the build up tense in the air when ever you to were in the same room

So being the evil friend she is , on one of her trips to find goods as she came back half an hour later carrying three bags full of stuff , telling you to follow her as you both walk down the hallway of the small abandoned building as you head up the stairs towards the second floor , opening the door as your both step inside , since every one was here , Hyun su , Ah-yi , Eun yu and you as you pushed the shelf against the door blocking the entrance/exit

Heading down the hall of the second floor as make a right in Eun Yu’s room that was at the end of the hall , sitting on her bed as you watch as she closes the door once she enters the room , heading for her bed as she places the bags on the floor

“So you know how you always wanted to see how far Hyun would really go..” Eun yu asks as you take a minute to think before commit to realization

“ Yeah..” reader says shyly as she turns to look away

“Well I got you something the it out and head for Hyun su , I’m sure he.. they will love it , I’ll take Ah-yi out to play for a bit..try to get to know her more” Eun yu says with a small smile as she takes something of of one of the bags , causing your eyes to grow wide as she places it on the bed , laughing a bit as she leaves out the room to find Ah-yi closing the door behind her , your eyes still staring at the clothing as you soon decide to do it as you strip from your clothes, slipping in the new clothing

Taking a deep breath as you check your self in the small mirror on the bedrooms door , slowly opening the door to the room as you quietly peeking out of the door making sure to keep your body hidden as your seen Eun yu give you a wave as she and Ah-yi heads downstairs to leave the building

Sighing a bit as you were glad that Ah-yo agreed to hang out a bit with Eun yu as you soon realized she thought wrong of Eun yu , quickly but quietly heading out of the room as you head down the hall quickly turning left down the next hallways

Once you made it to the end of the hallway , you quickly head in the room on the left , opening and closing the door behind you quietly as you saw Hyun su laying across your shared bed , eye close as he’s enjoying the piece , quietly walking toward the bed as you slowly climb on top of him , legs on both side of his waist

Letting a soft moan as you feel his cold hands connect with your bare hips , eyes snapping open as in eyes your body , face becoming red as a rose as he sees what your wearing

You always wanted to try thing with Hyun su , and since you never wore lingerie for him before you thought it was a good idea .. but you were to scared to bring it up to him or his other side as you didn’t know if they would like it or not , so instead you talked about it with the only other age appropriate girl you knew , Eun yu , what you didnt expect was her to actually get it for you

And that’s how you ended up here with Hyun Su’s cock deep inside your messy cunt , watching as Hyun su, blue eyed watches you with amazement, slowly leaning down to your lips as his gives you lustful kiss, hand slowly rubbing at your cheek as his hand moves down to your neck gripping it lightly , as he slowly pulls ways from the kiss both your lips now swollen as he kiss down you neck softly leaving bruises in the process

Back arching off the bed as your mouth falls a gasp , letting out a loud slutty moan as he cock moves deeper with in your walls kisses at your cervix

“ I’m s-so close” you moan out as your nails scratches at Hyun Su’s back , cashing him to let out a loud groan as he pulls back still holding your neck as he moves at a inhuman speed causing you to choke on your spit as your eyes roll back , toes now curling as you feel a unfamiliar feeling in your stomach

Shorty after your feel your self release as your juices squirts all over his stomach and lower abdomen, cashing home to stop his thrust staring down at your messes pussy as he see your justices all over him, the sheets , your inner thighs and your lower stomach as your body shakes violently

“W-What..” Hyun su says as he looks up at your brown eyes looking at your with curiosity and confusion , as white in a blink of an eye his normal eyes turn back a bright blue as he gives your shake d form a evil grin

“FUCK, Your going to do that again ..” Hyun su says voice becoming deeper then before a he starts he violent , inhuman thrust in your push as all you could do let out soft cries and your arms refused to let go

“Fucking slut you are” Hyun su says as he lets out a gentle chuckle watching as your face turns into a fucked out expression as he love every moment of it