#tdh drabble

[ja3yun]

how would jaeyun but especially sunghoon react to finding out she sold her soul to let him stay with her??

sunghoon would be furious, like absolutely livid! not one part of him would understand why on earth you would do that for him considering he is, at the end of the day, a demon. He's still processing his newfound humanity so he would be fighting his demon and pushing it down because he knows heeseung will play with you and make you do things you'll regret

jaeyun would overhear you and hoon having an argument about it and thus, he would find out about everything; the brothers, his past, how he was meant to be your guardian angel. I think because he is so pure at heart, he would be upset but he would know exactly why your heart lead you to dp what you did, though he would feel anger for the first time so he might not know how to process it. Unlike Sunghoon's anger being directed at you and Heeseung, his would be directed at the situation because he wished he could have protected you.

i wrote a little something to describe the scene!

“You did what?” Sunghoon’s voice bounces between your bedroom walls as you place your phone into your tote bag.

Honestly, you hadn’t meant for Sunghoon to find out that you had made the deal with Heeseung, at least not this way.

Heeseung had called you, angry that you still haven’t come to the mansion after asking you multiple times. You will be the first to admit that selling yourself to him seemed like a great idea at the time, and even as you’re looking into Sunghoon’s eyes now you don’t regret it. However, you’re scared to face the consequences of your action, aka, meet Heeseung again.

What if he made you do something inhumane like kill an innocent person or rob a bank? What if he wanted to see you so he could take you on his bed and ruin you. One of those seems like a better option than the other, but your guilty conscience either as a murder or adulterer wouldn’t let you live happily.

Screaming down the phone, Heeseung could be heard through the speaker and unluckily, Sunghoon was standing right behind you as Heeseung exclaimed “I own you, so of you don’t come here right now i’ll tear that soul from your pretty little meat suit and give you to lucifer as a play pet.”

So now, as you gather your things for the long journey, Sunghoon stands between you and the door.

“Y/N, tell me I didn’t hear that right,” Sunghoon pleads, the red from his fury subsiding slightly.

“Look, I did what I had to do okay?” you say with a sigh, knowing you have had this conversation in your head numerous times so you’re bored of explaining it.

Sunghoon hasn’t had the conversation though, so he’s riled up. “What could be so important?”

You bite your lip, looking down at your feet, not wishing to tell him the truth.

It doesn’t take long before Sunghoon pieces two and two together and his anger is mixed with disbelief. “What the fuck, Y/N?! You told me you asked Soonyeol!”

If his face could go red it would, the demon that sits deep within him is crawling to the surface, his tone low and pupils dissolved behind black. Not once have you witnessed him so livid, it would terrify you if you hadn’t stood toe-to-toe with Beelzebub a few months ago.

Shrugging the tote on your shoulder, you shake your head, “Don’t start, okay? What’s done is done.”

“Y/N-”

“Look at how happy you’ve been, Hoon. You’ve never been better and that to me is worth anything. If you asked me tomorrow to do it again for you or Jaeyun, I would do it in a heartbeat.”

The confession that leaves your lips is true, any person could see and hear it, yet, Sunghoon can’t believe it because to him, the notion is preposterous.

“Baby girl, you don’t know what Heeseung is capable of,” he strains, thinking about the rumours that pass the lips of his brothers from the underworld. You’re a tough girl, he understands that, but you aren’t fully aware of what you’ve done, the danger you have put yourself in.

There’s only one way to stop you from going out that door.

“I’ll tell Jaeyun everything.”

Halting your movements, you look at him with panicked eyes, “You wouldn’t…”

You have tried so desperately to keep Jaeyun in the dark about everything, to still keep that beautiful mind of his pure from anything evil. There’s good reason as to why Jongseong has never told him about his brothers being demons and himself a guardian angel. His heart is so beautiful that knowing anything about his past or the others could jeopardize that.

“You really want to tell him that his best friend is a demon and his girlfriend sold her soul to Heeseung, who by the way, just happens to be a Prince of Hell?” you say exasperated, your arms crossing defiantly over your chest.

“Prince of Hell?”

You and Sunghoon freeze as you hear Jaeyun’s voice drift melodically between you. Both of you slowly turn to him, eyes wide to mirror his.

The silence is so loud you feel sick with the base of it, your ears thumping as your heart picks up its pace. You are more scared of the inevitable conversation that will come from this than you are of Heeseung.

“What are you talking about, Y/N?...Sunghoon?”

And from there you have to tell him everything, offering him a reassuring hand on his thigh as he sits on the bed, listening to you and Sunghoon explain his past, his brothers, what happened with Heeseung, you divulge everything.

Jaeyun doesn’t speak for a long time, processing the lie he has been living in. This will surely change the way he looks at you all, but right now there’s only one thing he’s worried about.

You

“You sold your soul?” he asks timidly, hoping the lighter he says it, the less weight the words carry.

Nodding, you clasp his hand in yours, slotting your fingers between his as you cling to him.

A scoff rings front beside you, Sunghoon making his distaste for the situation all too evident. “You see why she’s a fucking idiot?”

“Don’t say that Sunghoon,” Jaeyun jumps to your defence, jaw tightening as he watches you be insulted, “She did this because she knew you would be happier here. Instead of bashing her, how about you thank her?”Jaeyun seethes a new side to him you didn’t know he possessed.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, frustrated because of course, he will choose your viewpoint every single time. “If she goes back there, Heeseung will play her like a fucking fiddle.”

“We can protect her,” he argues back, voice raising.

“With what? The power of friendship? Are you as stupid as she is?”

“Enough!” you shout, silencing your boys before things get heated. You know they come from good intentions but this is a situation you have gotten yourself into. You must reap what you sow.

With a heavy breath, you close your eyes and gather yourself. Determined that if this is the last time you see them, it won't end in an arguement. “I promise you, I will be fine.”

Sunghoon shakes his head, storming out of the tension filled space, swinging the bedroom door open with powerful force. Ypu glance at Jaeyun who is staring back at you, not bothering with his brother's antics.

That is until he crashes back in and throws a jacket in his direction, startling him to attention.

“You aren’t going alone, we’re coming with you. End of discussion.” Sunghoon hisses out, holding in his anger. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t fucking touch you, he will never lay a finger on you as long as i'm here."

It’s a bit late for that.

[dollyyun]

seeing your reactions to aj's tdh especially heeseung are cracking me up 😭 bc it's so relatable, especially the small drabble like 'sir yes sir' 🧎‍♀️

ooohh baeeee you have no idea how down bad i am for tdh hee🤭😮‍💨 (down bad for hee in general tbh BUT LIKE TDH HEE IS SUMN ELSE) LIKE MOVE Y/N BC ME NEXT🙋🏻‍♀️

[genshin-scenarios]

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When they get mad... (Not at you) - Diluc, Kaeya, Venti, Razor Baking with them... - Xiangling, Xingqiu, Chongyun With an Artist!Reader - Kaeya, Venti

Reader that’s a ball of sunshine - Childe, Xiao, Scaramouche, Kaeya Living in a mansion together (Modern AU) - Childe, Zhongli, Xiao Reader with insomnia starts avoiding them at night - Zhongli, Childe, Diluc, Xiao

When they cook... - Venti, Albedo, Kaeya, Zhongli Some things I associate them them... - Xingqiu, Childe, Xiao, Chongyun With a physically affectionate and touched-starved s/o - Xiao, Childe, Albedo

Reacting to a night owl!Reader - Childe, Kaeya, Albedo When you have a fear of balloons - Xiao, Diluc, Albedo, Zhongli Trapped in a bubble together - Jean, Eula, Rosaria, Lisa

Bunny Day! (You turn into a bunny) -  Xiao, Zhongli, Childe, Aether, Xingqiu, Chongyun You turn into a koi fish... - Kazuha, Gorou, Thoma, Ayaka, Yoimiya, Kokomi, Sara, Baal, Scaramouche With a gamer/streamer reader - Xingqiu, Chongyun

With an Adeptus!Reader... - Zhongli, Xiao, Venti Music AU + Pianist Reader - Albedo, Childe, Kaeya Mid-Autumn Festival! - Xingqiu, Chongyun, Hu Tao

Halloween Drabbles: Not as you remember it... - Xiao, Childe, Diluc, Mona Isekai AU (Otome-Villain Edition!) - Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao Star-crossed Love AU - Venti, Zhongli, Gorou

✨ Love Letters - Kazuha, Tomo, Thoma, Ayato ✨ Rent-an-s/o! - Xiao, Childe, Venti New-Year Sparks - Venti, Kaeya, Xiao, Zhongli, Childe, Diluc, Kazuha, Jean, Noelle

A word describing your love... (Soulmate AU) - Xiao, Kaeya, Xingqiu, Kazuha ✨ Unexpectedly waking up next to them - Kaeya, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha Harbinger AU - Kaeya, Diluc, Yae, Albedo

Baking with Them - Xiao, Albedo, Gorou ✨ A Love Potion of Sorts -  Xiao, Heizou, Venti, Kazuha, Aether Electrifying Tales (Royalty AU) - Scaramouche, Cyno

Highschool AU with Sumeru - Cyno, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Dehya Mermay: Sumeru Edition - Alhaitham, Kaveh, Tighnari, Cyno, Wanderer/Scaramouche Things They Like About You - Venti, Albedo, Kaeya, Cyno, Kaveh, Kazuha A Familiar Pull - Lyney, Navia, Neuvillette, Furina Perhaps you've heard this before (trope dynamics) - Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Lyney

A song for one audience (5wirl idol au) - Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Aether Secrets shared by two (idol au) - Wanderer, Albedo, Lyney

✨ Android AU:

Companion droids -  Xiao, Wanderer, Venti, Kazuha, Heizou

Anemo androids who lost their previous user - Xiao, Wanderer, Venti, Kazuha, Heizou

Personal assistant droids - Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli, Ayato, Thoma

The TDH line taking care of an overworked reader - Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli, Ayato, Thoma

Detective droids - Tighnari, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno

Entertainment droids - Lyney, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Furina, Albedo

✨ Pacts and their marks (demon au) - Venti, Xiao, Lyney, Wanderer

Relationship Specific:

Reader/Venti/Xiao Poly Headcanons They awaken your bisexuality - Venti, Scaramouche, Xiao You come out as gender-fluid to them - Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo

Relationship Headcanons with Inazuma - Kazuha, Gorou, Thoma, Ayaka, Yoimiya

Fluff-central:

Asking them to dance - Diluc, Kaeya At a festival in Inazuma... - Diluc, Kaeya, Venti Going to build-a-bear with them! - Hu Tao, Yoimiya, Baal (commissioned work!)

✨ ‘I love you!’ - Venti, Xiao, Kazuha  Reading Together at Night! - Hu Tao, Xingqiu General Winter Fluff - can be applied to any chara

“Aren’t you tired from running around my mind all day long?” - Venti, Kaeya, Xiao, Diluc, Aether

✨ Types of fleeting moments, flustering things they might do - Venti, Xiao, Lyney, Kazuha, Heizou

Comfort:

When you’re having a nightmare - Xiao, Zhongli, Razor, Venti When you catch a cold - Childe, Kaeya, Albedo, Bennett Fem!Reader that hides her body/crossdresses due to past trauma - Diluc, Venti, Albedo, Xiao

When a bright and talkative reader suddenly becomes quiet... - Xiao, Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma When you overwork... - Childe, Zhongli, Ganyu

Angst-focused:

When you guys fight... - Childe, Diluc, Kaeya Realizing they’ll outlive their mortal s/o - Venti, Zhongli Archon immortality woes... - Venti, Zhongli, Baal

Unrequited Love... (Hanahaki but less pain) - Venti, Kaeya, Diluc, Albedo Reader dies during a commission... - Xingqiu, Chongyun, Xiao, Kazuha

Short Drabbles:

Venti: Bad Timing (College AU) + Xiao: Just a Moment

Venti: Trouble with love

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Klee, Kaeya Diluc, Zhongli Qiqi, Venti

Being best friends with Xingqiu and Chongyun Watching a horror movie with Zhongli and Venti (Modern AU) Getting caught after fish-blasting with Klee...

Walking to school together (Multiple friendgroups) Golden Mornings (royalty!AU with Diluc, Jean, Kaeya) Platonic Beidou + Kazuha with Thief!Reader

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[luving-hanni]

smut sixteen and twenty with johnny 🌙 thank you bunches!! :)

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This will be the last drabble game for a little bit

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#16 No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”#20 “I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”

It was finally time; time to go on vacation for your 21st birthday with you amazing boyfriend Johnny. Johnny Seo. Sometime you’d wonder how you got so lucky. He was everything you could ever want and more. He was tall, dark and handsome AND not a fuck boy. He was the sweetest person you have ever meet. 

All your past boyfriend have either been the best eye candy and a fuckboy or the sweetest thing ever, but not tdh. You have been dating Johnny since you were 18 and he was 20. Anyway, you could’t believe you were going to Japan together. It only took three years for this.

[ Somewhere in a Japanese Hotel ] 

After arriving to Japan that day and doing some sight seeing, you decided you wanted to spend the rest of the night in the room. Jet lag was killing you and wanted to cuddle him since that doesn’t as much as you’d like. It’s hard going to school in the states and having Johnny in Korea touring. You spend your winter and summer breaks in Korea with him. 

Johnny put on your favorite move and you snuggled in closer to him. You felt him being all excited and you knew he wanted to do something. Pictures and videochatting is not always enough. “Y/N??” he said as he shifted under the cover, sliding a hand under your shirt? “Yes Johnny?” you replied, acting like nothing is happening. “I’d really like to…. ” he said as his other hand began to play with the waistband of your leggings. 

The movie turned into background noise as you reached down to touch his growing hardness “ No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good,” he said between moans “it’s your birth… day…”

Somehow, you remember that he had to make a call to his manager about something around this time. It was strange since he usually doesn’t talk to his manager, but you didn’t question it. Idol life is different that dying student life. “wait, before we’re naked, aren’t you supposed to call you manager about something?” you asked as Johnny appeared to have remembered this too.  “Y/N,  I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants,”

[qqueenofhades]

I'm asking this out of curiosity, how can you just let go of a ship like captain swan? you were a hardcore captain swan shipper and you were part of their journey from the very beginning and now you barely care about them if at all. it's just I don't know i thought you were staying till the end & would even have a hard time saying goodbye to them after the show ends. sorry if this came off as rude I'm totally just curious just cuz you were so invested for years now you don't care anymore

Well, honestly, I have discussed this subject before, and tried to be straight about it, and I’m sure you didn’t mean to be rude and are genuinely curious. Still, though, it’s a bit discouraging?

I’m still here. I’m still active on tumblr, I still reblog CS gifs fairly regularly, and I know what’s going on in the show, and I’m looking forward to the wedding. I’ve made several long posts on my process of stepping back from the show and why that happened. It’s certainly not that I just “let go” overnight. It’s been going on for almost a year, and it has not in the least been easy for me. CS got me back into fandom after a long time away. I don’t need to prove my bona fides as a shipper to anyone; I’ve shipped them since 2012, been on tumblr for them and an incredibly active and prolific fandom member since 2013, written multiple novel-length fics and countless drabbles for them (and am still working on TDH, which is my second-longest project EVER behind The North Remembers), answered thousands of questions, written just as many specs and metas and spoiler and roundup posts, went to my first ever con (way out of my comfort zone!) to meet Colin, and still have many dear friends who have changed my life. I don’t ever regret any of the time I did spend on them. I have loved them for a long time and I still care. I just am engaging with it differently, and I have had to do that for several reasons.

As noted, I was super invested during season 5. SUPER. It got to the place where I was thinking about it almost every waking moment, even as I was trying to adjust to a new city and country and degree study and the ups and downs that came with that. My mood was totally dictated by spoilers or theories or how people were reacting to them or how I was going to have to hold things together during an angsty time with all the people I had to comfort/talk through the pain of the Dark Ones/Underworld arc. It took a lot out of me, to be honest. I couldn’t even enjoy the show quite the same way because I was so dependent on it all working out and the effect this had on my ability to deal with things. I’ve always been honest about my years and years of anxiety and depression and what I’ve had to do with that, and the show was something for me to focus on and to try to get me out of my head (again, during an otherwise stressful year). Honestly, that level of addiction/dependence isn’t healthy for anything, especially what is, at the end of the day, just a TV show. The s5 finale burned me the hell out after all that pain with pretty much nothing to show for it, and I struggled over the summer with the thought that I was finally having to withdraw from it in bits and pieces. I watched 6x01, but… nope. That pretty much put the lid on it that I wasn’t prepared to go back at the same level again, and probably wouldn’t be.

As noted, and as anyone who has read my fics can attest, I have no problem with angst. I love angst, even long-term and complex angst. I love serious and dark and morally challenging stories, they are some of my favorites. But as I have also said, I do have a problem when that angst results, to my view, in no measurable story progress and the endless repetition of long-played-out character arcs. I just watched CS struggle to be together for all of season 5. I don’t want to watch more of Emma Has Walls or Killian Keeps Secrets Because He’s Guilty or Oh Look, They’re Separated and Will Die. It’s just… not interesting to me. So I still love them as a ship, but I’ve almost completely disengaged from wanting or expecting canon to provide any kind of satisfying or well-thought-through fulfillment for them. I’ve written tons and tons of fics (and novels). I write all the time. I analyze things for a living. I am an English tutor and a history teacher. I’m a storyteller. I have spent a long time with these characters and coming up with and thinking through what I want to see for them. That doesn’t mean I’m Better ™ than the writers, but it also means that any effort I put in feels like way more than they are, and that’s not a fun or stimulating way to engage with a fandom.

I don’t do hate-watching, and I certainly am not about to rain on the parade of people who do still love it as much as ever (which as I have said many times, I am happy for them). So it’s just better to focus on things that I DO actively enjoy and which I find rewarding and engaging. This year has been incredibly tough for me since about last November and the Orange Nazi’s election (and before that, really). I don’t need to put my limited and valuable free time into things that are just going to drain me or make me annoyed more than I already am. Fandom, once again and though it sometimes can be anything but, is supposed to be fun. And I am trying to space out my interests and have several different places to turn to for inspiration, rather than putting all my eggs in one basket. As noted, it’s just not healthy, and I have to take care with that.

As also noted, I was truly happy about the CS engagement and I will watch their wedding and probably reblog a lot of gifs from it. But I can look at said gifs and enjoy their cute moments and feel as if I’m getting what I need to, rather than having to slog through all of season 6. And honestly, if OUAT is losing people like me – a super, SUPER dedicated fan with years of investment and high-level commitment and fandom participation and creation – it doesn’t take too much guesswork to see that it’s probably losing regular viewers like crazy as well, and that’s why the ratings have taken a nosedive. I know I’m not alone, because I know a lot of fellow fandom people who just can’t muster up the same level of investment, and we’ve all paid our dues. We don’t have to “prove” anything or get caught in the inevitable “Who’s a Real/Better Fan” drama that just makes the whole cycle even more draining. We’re just engaging how we choose to, over a fictional narrative that has meant a ton to us, but has also changed, and we have as well.

So yeah. I still care. I am still a fan. But I think it’s important to remember, as always, that fandom is a FICTIONAL space, and that the people who engage in it are real, with all the hangups and changes of interest and needs and triggers and emotional reasons that go along with that, and we only interact with each other on a very limited basis through tumblr, which is obviously not face to face and where we curate the content we want to post/focus/present. It’s not objective, and it’s fun and amazing and collaborative, but it can also provide a somewhat limited perspective of who people are, what they’re doing, and why they decide to move on from something. So yeah, that’s where I am.

:)

[neverending-shenanigans]

The Thing About Love

AN: Full disclosure – this is a sort of re-write of a german one shot thing (it was actually a series of drabbles, but who cares) in 2008-2009ish. Almost everything I wrote in that time was lost, but recent conversations with @dresupi made me remember my harry potter multishipping days, and so I tried to recreate this one to my best abilities. For now the important part to know is only three things.

One: I don’t remember the details as well as I used to. I used to write very canon-compliant, even in my crack ships, but this one – not so much.I have most likely broken timelines here.

Two: I adore(d) Fleur and to ship Bill and Hermione was never a slight against her and I just want to stress this. I ship Bill x Fleur just as much. And while I don’t particularly adore Ron, it’s also not meant to slight him.

Another important thing: I did not think of the movie!bill. The Bill of my heart wore a ponytail that was long, a really big and flashy dragon-tooth earing, ripped jeans, probably a leatherjacket, and on occasion in my mind he head a beard on his chin. As it is described in the book – some rock singer. The closest thing are @marthajefferson ‘s Bill x Fleur drawings on deviantart. I distinctly remember that I was head over heals in love with >this drawing< in particular.

Ship: Bill Weasley x Hermione Granger

Other things: Post-TDH, alternative timeline, ignores the Epilogue (sort of, mostly).

For: @dresupi . Here’s to redemptions, to crack ships, and to good days after bad days. <3

 The Thing About Love

Here’s the thing:  you never notice when you start falling out of love. It’s not something that you observe and think to yourself ‘oops, there it goes, today I love him a little less.’ It’s not something that you can fix either. Often, when you notice it, it’s already too late.

If someone would have asked her how she noticed, Hermione would have either been left speechless, or she would have lied on the spot. It was too cruel a moment to tell anyone. When she thought that the woman laughing loudly at the other end of the café had a laugh just like Lavender Brown; When she sat there, staring at the blonde, and for a moment couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person Lavender would be today. If she could have been saved from Fenrir Greyback, would she still laugh as loud, still hate her, or would she possibly be happier with Ron.

And it was that last part that had her reeling back from her own thoughts, more in surprise than anything else. The shame and disgust at herself had come later, when she had found herself repeating the thoughts to herself when she and Ron met up for lunch.

It had been like a snowball, that thought. It had kept rolling in her mind, gaining momentum and growing bigger. The more she had thought about it, the more other little thoughts had stuck to it. When had she stopped finding Ron’s terrible table manners somewhat adorable? When had it stopped that Ron’s simple presence made her smile? When had their regular lunch dates between their different schedules become so hard to squeeze in that she felt bothered to make room for them?

She had, initially, tried to chalk it up as the maturing of their relationship. They were a married couple now, and nobody could honestly expect that they’d forever be “in love”. They weren’t teenagers anymore, and of course the excitement would subside and be replaced by … by something different. But no matter how careful her evaluation, when she was lying in bed awake next to him, she couldn’t for the life of her come up with what exactly had replaced that love.

Then again, she also had never been able to tell when exactly she had fallen in love with Ron either. She had always told herself that their love was more than just a naïve first love because it had grown so slowly in the first place. They had been friends for years before the love came, and it had been something that she had been proud of. But at this moment it had contradicted the stories she had told herself at night to sooth her erratic thoughts. If theirs had never been a fickle teenage love, why did that love have to be replaced then? Shouldn’t it just have grown stronger?

   The thing was, though, that nobody asked Hermione when she had known that she didn’t love Ron anymore. And that was maybe even worse. Because it seemed that people assumed that she had either never loved Ron in the first place, or that it should be obvious. Or that they just didn’t bother to ask her because it was not worth the trouble.

Mrs. Weasley – because by now she probably had lost the right to call her Molly – had exclaimed that surely that was the reason that Hermione had vehemently refused to take Ron’s name in the first place. She could never did feel like a real Weasley anyway. Nevermind that Harry had never adopted the name Weasley either and had always been a son to her. But Hermione had not expected differently. Mrs. Weasley had always been protective of her children and had always lashed out against people who hurt them. If Hermione was lucky, in a couple of years she might start receiving Christmas cards again.

It surprised her, though, that Ginny apparently shared some of her mother’s sentiments. She was obviously conflicted, because Harry was still Hermione’s best friend, and would continue to be so even after the divorce. And Ron was her borther, after all. She could not break with Hermione entirely, and could not treat her the same way that she had always treated Fleur.

So Ginny was … distant. Polite, but wary. And with a bit of a forced smile she offered, that they had been married for four years and Hermione had still cringed when anyone brought up children – that should have clued in anyone, right? Nevermind that Bill and Fleur had been married for six years before Fleur had had her first child. But then again, that would not have made a good argument in her case in Ginny’s eyes either.

Arthur and Percy were careful not to offer any opinion on it, and so was Harry. From the former two she had not expected any different, to be perfectly honest. From Harry she had not know what to expect. He let her know that he was her friend as much as Ron’s, and this wouldn’t change that, but otherwise he chose to remain silent on the topic.

Fred joked about it, because that was what he always did. He had always known that his baby brother must have put a charm on Hermione to fool her into marrying him in the first place, he had said, and that was that. He had offered Hermione to help her find a new place to live, and – surprisingly thoughtfully – made sure that she knew that he didn’t hold it against her that she had broken his little brother’s heart. But he, too seemed to think that they had possibly never been a really good match to begin with.

To Hermione’s own utter despair, she still thought differently. At one point, they had been a good match, and it hurt to know that she apparnetly was the only one who thought so. The fact that she didn’t love him now didn’t mean that she never had loved him at all. Was only love that lasted real?

  The odd thing was, though, that nobody had seemed to notice that Ron’s heart might not have been as broken as everyone took for granted. Or nobody except Harry, maybe. Hermione couldn’t be too sure about that.

Ron had been surprised, yes. And for a little while, he had been angry even. He had felt insulted, for sure. But it hadn’t lasted very long. And after a … a loud and verbal discussion… a trantrum? After that he had stared at her, and there had been no confusion in his eyes. There had been a reluctant disappointment and maybe shame on his part. Maybe as much shame as she had had felt thinking of Lavender Brown.

He had asked her for a reason, of course. He had asked her if there was anybody else that she fancied. But louder, in hindsight, were the questions he had not asked. Was there a way to fix it? Did she want to try and fix it? And since when had this started? Why had she not talked to him before it was too late? He never asked those questions.

And that, in turn, had begged one questions of her, a year later, when they had been standing awkwardly in the kitchen, at Ginny’s second baby shower: Had Ron been as unhappy with their marriage as she had been? He had never replied to it.

   The smart thing, and maybe the polite thing, would have been not to go to 12 Grimmauld Place for Christmas. Yes, it had been as much Harry’s Christmas Party as Ginny’s, and Harry considered her family, but the truth of the matter was that the majority of Harry’s family by marriage was Weasley, and she had divorced one of them.

She had not had attended the last two Christmas Celebrations at the Burrow, and would have happily missed that one, too. But Harry had been adamant. “It’s been long enough, Hermione. Ron and Padma have been together for almost a year now, and you know that Parvati likes you. You work in the same Department in the Ministry every day. What in the world could make you prefer to be alone on Christmas?”

The problem, however, had never been Ron for her. She and Ron had been a little awkward around each other for a year, yes, but that had subsided into a tentative politeness, maybe even a sort of kindness. And Parvati had specifically marched to her office to inform her that Hermione shouldn’t dare to avoid her just because she and Ron had started dating. They had never been overly close, in their time in Gryffindor, but there was no point in being strangers now. She’d rather they’d be friends.

When Hermione had pulled herself together and had come to Grimmauld’s place, with a charmed bag full of presents for everyone, she had been face to face with the person she had really wanted to avoid – Molly Weasley. A burnt child dreads the fire, and Molly had time and time again proven that she was not above cutting people out of her life that had hurt her children. Hermione had remembered.

But it had not gone entirely as expected. Granted, she had not been greeted with a hug, or a smile, nor did she receive a sweater. But there had been no outright vitriol, if one disregarded the fact that Molly once pointedly remarked in Hermione’s general direction how happy Ron was with the lovely Parvati. Such a spirited girl was just what Ron needed, and they were already talking about kids.

It had been Bill, to whom Molly had remarked this thinly veiled comment in Hermione’s direction. So thinly veiled that Bill had noticed it, of course. He had had seated himself at the other end of the couch, where she had been busily pretended to read, to give herself some time to adjust to all the people, and try and let the awkwardness subside.

He had smiled, tired and somewhat amused, and had winked at Hermione, when he had noticed her looking up from her book, before he had replied that surely she didn’t need any more grandchildren as it was? Or was that a quip at his situation? Because if so, he regretted to have to inform her that Fleur was happily remarried now, and a half-sibling for Victoire was on its way, from what he had heard.  But he could set to produce more if she wanted it so badly right this minute.

Molly had blushed, and swatted at his arm, and made herself busy in the kitchen again. Hermione had not been immediately able to go back to pretend-reading her book.

Was it strange, that she had almost forgotten that there had been another divorce in the Weasley family before hers? She had never forgotten how Molly had treated Fleur, of course, even though Bill had stressed that he had been the one who had ended things. But strangely, she had forgotten about Bill himself. Who had also been somewhat absent from the family ever since then.

He had smiled at her then, again, and tilted his head a bit. “How is it?”

Hermione had taken her time to reply, looking around the room, at the people talking and laughing; at Ron and Parvati feeding each other plum pudding; at Harry having a somewhat serious discussion with Teddy about Quidditch, and the very pregnant Ginny chatting with an equally pregnant Luna and a slightly tipsy Angelina. She looked at George playing with Fred II and Lorcan, and Arthur dozing in the arm chair next to the tree, as four year old James tried to show a two year Albus how to tie Arthur’s show laces together. Rolf, Molly and Audrey could be heard discussing something in the kitchen. And Percy, Charley, Little Molly and Lucy were probably still outside, playing with the toy dragons that Charley got the two girls.

“I’ve felt guilty and lonely, mostly, for the past years. I still think it was the right choice – the divorce, I mean – but it wasn’t an easy one. So I didn’t expect to get to see everyone again, and ….  it is a bit awkward, but think I’m going to be fine.” She had looked back at Bill, carefully. He still wore his hair long, and he still had his scars. He even still wore the same earing that he had always worn. If not for the beard that he had grown, he wouldn’t have looked aged that much. How old had he been? 35? 38? “And you?”

His eyebrows had wandered up a bit, at her words, and then they had drawn together in contemplation. For a moment, he hadn’t replied. “I meant to ask how the book is,” he had said very slowly, as if measuring his words. “But I should have probably asked how you feel about this, so thanks for covering for my blunder.”

Hermione had felt herself blushing, because the blunder had been entirely hers there. She had assumed that he had meant to talk about the divorce, because that had been the one reason she could have imagined that Bill had wanted to talk to her. She had just thrown them together in that “divorced”-boxed in her mind.

She had never talked that much with Bill, or with Charley. Neither had been around that much when she had visited the Weasley family in the past. The first time she had really spoken to Bill – not just greeting or good mornings - had been in Christmas 1995, in this very place. And the last time she had really spoken Bill had been the Christmas after his divorce, in 2002, and it had been about that very same divorce.

“And to give you a reply – I guess I am fine, too. My divorce was 6 years ago, very amiable, and I imagine altogether less complicated than your situation. I still frequently visit Fleur in France, and I did that from directly after the divorce. This is your first real visit with the family in … three or four years? I really should have asked how you are holding up, ” and, after a pause, he added “has anybody asked you that yet?”

“Harry has,” she had replied, and for a while they had simply talked about how his life was. How he handled seeing the fact that his daughter lived in France, and if he was happy with his job. If Hermione was happy with her job, and how she had handled seeing any one with red hair in the last couple of years. The later had been a joke of his, and there had been several more jokes; about his mother’s anger over the fact that Victoire would go to Beauxbatons and not Hogwarts, about a very crude article in the Daily Prophet on the ‘break up’ of the Golden Trio, about an equally insulting article on men who grew their hair out ‘past a certain age’, and other nonsense.

Hermione hadn’t be able to remember the last time she had laughed so much.

   Here’s the thing:  you never notice when you fall in love. Hermione had never been able to pinpoint one exact moment when she had fallen in love with Ron, and now she wasn’t able to pinpoint one exact moment when she had fallen in love with Bill.

Maybe it had started at the Christmas party in 2008. It was entirely possible. Maybe it had started some time after that, when she had run into Bill at the Ministry – he had been there about some curse – and they had had lunch together. Or at the meet-ups for coffee in the year after that. Or that time he had accompanied her to the library, to help her carry back the mountains of books she had ordered. Or that time when she had dropped off a book he had expressed interest in at his place and he had invited her into join him in watching an old muggle movie.

The point is, the exact moment when you fall in love – or when you fall out of love, for that matter – isn’t that important. Neither is, mostly, the ‘Why’ of it.

Of course, there were reasons that she could give. The way that he talked with her, like an equal. The way that he held himself and the crooked grin of his when he riled her up. The way that he remained calm even when she was seething inside at some minor matter, and was able to bring her down, too. The way that he actually took interest in the things she was passionate about. The way he was entirely willing and able to get into the things she liked and be just as passionate about them. The way he invited her into his life, and share his passions, too. The way that he looked at her, and the way that his touch lingered for a moment, when he brushed her hair out of her face.

These were all good and true reasons. But in the end, Hermione had to accept that reason did not exactly apply in this specific area. There had not been one specific reason why she had stopped loving Ron, if one could ever stop entirely to love. There had been not one specific reason why she had started loving Bill. And it had been reasonable to love Ron. And it was unreasonable to love Bill.

Just as she had felt guilty and ashamed when she had finally noticed that she didn’t love Ron anymore, she felt guilty and ashamed when she finally noticed that she had started loving his oldest brother, somewhere along the way.

But the thing was, reason did not apply. What other people said, thought or asked about it did not matter. She could not beat herself up over it, or deny it just to spare others. What was important was that there was no doubt about the fact that she did, in fact, love Bill Weasly, and that she was also sure that he felt the same way about her. Nothing could have prepared her for that, and nothing could have made her happier. And that’s just the thing about love, isn’t it?

    AN2: The “original” story was a series of 100 drabbles, and it had the illustrious german title “Eine Sache für sich” (That’s another story, is the English idiom for that, I believe). It was also a piece of spite-writing, because that ship was frowned upon in the german fanfiction circles I was in. As were pretty much all of my crack ships at the time, among them this ship. And I am pretty sure I only started to write this story because I got a really rude comment on my Charlie X Hermione ship about the ludicrous age difference and how wrong it is to pair Hermione with any other Weasley but Ron. So not much changed in the spire-writing department.

 It got lost when my computer crashed, because I pretty much never backed anything up in those days. And this is mostly me writing from memory how the story line went. In the original I think I fleshed out their life together a little bit more – I distinctly remember another Christmas, where it’s Ginny who notices them ‘secretly’ holding hands and there’s a “big reveal”, and another Christmas after that where Molly get’s over herself and smiles at Hermione for the first time since the divorce. But I couldn’t really figure out how to squeeze that in here, and since I only had two hours of studying breaks to write this… *shrugs*

[ja3yun]

bro imagine tdh heeseung telling yn to come over real fast bcs he practically owns her and when she arrives he gave yn a bouquet of flowers just because like crazy but heeseung’s new cover just STUCK IN MY MIND

okaaaay my mind went wild with this so this might not be what you are looking for (sorry!)

warnings: heelzebub, smut (mdni), leg humping, coercion, blood, mentions of killing, not proofread

wc: 1.4k

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As you step into Heeseung’s room, the first thing you notice is his tall, broad back. His imposing stature always leaves you feeling unsettled. Each time he summons you, a sense of dread accompanies you, anticipating what task he might have in store. So far, it’s been manageable—spending time with Soonyeol, bringing her hard-to-find snacks, and anything else that might make her happy.

It would almost be endearing, if not for his persistent attempts to lure you into bed each time you cross the threshold.

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for whatever Heeseung has planned today. He turns around, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that always makes your heart race.

"You're here," he says, his voice low and smooth.

Nodding, you hang your tote bag on the bannister of his bed and walk towards him. “With five minutes to spare,” you snide, crossing your arms. “So, what’s wrong with her now? You didn’t ask me to bring anything.”

His eyes trail over your body, taking in the sundress that perfectly hugs your curves. Delight paints his face, his tongue instinctively running along his bottom lip as visions of your naked form cloud his mind.

“You look breathtaking, baby. A vision in yellow,” he mutters, his eyes fixated on your cleavage. A sly smile spreads across his face as he takes a step closer, his presence overwhelming. "Wait here for a moment," he says, his voice a blend of command and charm.

Before you can respond, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving you standing there. You hear the faint sound of a door opening and closing, then silence. Your curiosity piqued, you glance around the room, taking in the expensive furnishings and the subtle scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

Moments later, Heeseung returns, his hands behind his back. As he approaches, he reveals a stunning bouquet of flowers, an array of vibrant colours and fragrant blooms. The sight takes you by surprise, and for a moment, your breath catches in your throat.

"These are for you," he says softly, extending the bouquet towards you. The gesture is unexpected, and you can’t help but feel a flicker of warmth beneath your guarded exterior.

You take the flowers, their delicate petals brushing against your fingers. "What's this for?" you ask, unable to hide your curiosity.

Heeseung's expression softens, a rare glimpse of sincerity breaking through his usual demonic demeanour. "Just a little something to show my appreciation. For all you do for Soonyeol. And for putting up with me."

But you don’t buy it, knowing that this is buttering you up for something worse than just a girl's day with his minder. You shiver at the thought, thinking the worst as your mind swirls with possibilities.

He sees your doubtfulness and snickers, “Baby, you don’t trust me?”

"I don’t, no," you reply bluntly, meeting his gaze with unwavering suspicion.

That causes Heeseung to laugh out loudly, shaking his head in disbelief. He knows you have no reason to trust him, but hearing you say it outright fills him with amusement.

Taking one of the petals between his thumb and forefinger, he watches it as it crumbles beneath his harsh touch, his signature smirk reappearing on his face. Something delicate like this deserves a gentle touch, something Heeseung is incapable of.

“You’re right not to trust me, angel,” he whispers thoughtfully, his hooded eyes meeting yours and eliciting a flutter of butterflies in your stomach. “Just like pretty roses. They’re beautiful on the surface,” he continues, his voice low and hushed as though sharing a deep secret. Taking one of your hands, he guides it to the exposed stems, squeezing your hand tightly around them.

That's when you feel the sharp cuts of the thorns digging into your palm, making you wince. His strength overpowers yours as you try to fight his hold. As you look up at him pleadingly, feeling the blood rush out and coat both your hand and his, he does nothing but stare intensely at you. “But they’re sinister the deeper you go.”

Your heart pounds as the pain sharpens, the cruel irony of the beautiful flowers cutting into your flesh not lost on you. Heeseung's eyes, dark and unyielding, seem to drink in your discomfort.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, not just from the pain, but from the helplessness of the situation. He finally releases your hand, and you immediately pull it back, cradling it against your chest. Blood seeps from the punctures and onto your dress and chest, only to the elation of Heeseung.

Taking your hand, he kisses your wounds tenderly, licking the blood from you with greed. You gasp as you feel his tongue slowly and tantalisingly heal you, causing you to hold back a moan. This shouldn’t be turning you on, yet as always with Heeseung, even things deemed evil have a way of making you feel lustful.

He focuses his attention on your chest now, licking the drops of blood from the flesh of your tits, dragging it up to your neck, sinking his teeth into you - not enough to puncture you but enough for you to wish he had.

That makes you mewl out, dropping the flowers as you press your body to his and cling to him. His aura pulls you in time and time again, making you a victim to his allure each and every time you see him.

But this feels more desperate than the other times, you need him now, more than you have ever; and Heeseung knows this.

Placing his leg between yours, he ruts his knee up to meet your pulsing cunt, offering you some relief as you grind down on him. “There you go,” he whispers in your ear, his hands holding you steady as you find a rhythm you’re comfortable with, “Doesn’t it feel good to give in? To surrender to your sins rather than keep your morals?”

You are so lost in the feeling of his knee and thigh and the pleasure you’re receiving from it that you simply nod, agreeing with him. You can’t deny this feels incredible, you aren’t a liar.

Kissing along your jaw, you feel his wicked grin as you comply with his words. “You want to give in, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want to come back to me and live here with us again, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You want Soonyeol out of the picture, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

You feel your orgasm approaching as he guides your hips to grind your clit in the perfect position, picking up speed. You haven’t realised what you agreed to, too lost in the ecstasy that your mind isn’t thinking straight.

That only makes Heeseung happier as he has you exactly where he wants you. Pawing at your ass, he moves his body in tandem with yours, his focus to get you off and have you succumb to his offer, that one that has been hanging over your head since the first time he had you.

With your high approaching, you grip his shoulders and move your hips faster, that familiar coil in your stomach tightening and your heart picking up speed.

“Kiss me, seal in your well-deserved fate,” he coaxes you as you start to release over his leg. Shocks of pleasure rip through you as you cry out his name and your body crumbles where it stands.

But much like post-nut clarity, you somehow come to when his lips are a centimetre from yours, teasing you with the opportunity to have Soonyeol’s life once more. Quickly, you push him away before he can seal your deal, panting as your chest rises and falls in time with your heart.

“What the fuck, Heeseung!” you exclaim, frantically gathering your bag and scrambling away from him, “Don’t fuck with me like that.”

His eyes are flushed with that crimson hue that you hate to love so much, his hand palming over his cock. “Baby, I can seal it another way if you want, if you bring that pretty pussy over here I can make your dreams come true.”

Shaking your head, your back reaches the door and you open it, “I sold my soul to you for my dream, this is nothing but a fantasy.”

“I can sell you a fantasy, Y/N. Anything you want,” he chides, moving closer.

But before you get lost in him once again, you bolt out the door, hurriedly walking down the hallways. You can’t believe what you’ve just done, what you almost did, you betrayed Sunghoon and Jaeyun while almost getting Soonyeol killed, all for your own pleasure.

Poking his head out, Heeseung laughs, “Baby, you forgot your flowers.”

[ja3yun]

OMG tell us about your dream 👀👀👀👀 your loyal subjects await

okaay its not my proudest dream bc it was filthy and i think i had just wrote too much about him 😮‍💨 but basically (nsfw mdni)

heelzebub and yn (me+you oops) are in his room blah blah blah and then yn says smthn about how you want to visit hell just once but hee said it was too dangerous because ofc they might sense alaida but you say you want to see the real him, all sexy like bc heeseung isn't the only one that can use his body to persuade 😌

then when he does he unveils himself and he's hot (not a fly like that one anon bc istg if i had dreamed of a that instead i would have passed away)

and then he leads you to his throne and makes you sit on his lap, grinding on his cock once he tears your clothes off and he makes you cum obvs just by slipping it between your folds (i didnt dream this part but i can imagine it) and then he hears his legion of soldiers and trapped souls crying out bc they heard her screaming for him.

"imagine i fucked an heir into you right now," he says as a joke bc he can hear the pathetic drones of those below him and an heir would help rule his legions, but you whimper and he gets so fucking cocky. "oh? would you like that? to get fucked by my fat cock and have my babies hmm?"

and obviously you say yes, more like mewl it, and he literally impales you with it, no lube, no nothing like she is taking that cock right here and now and its BIG like inches galore, thick, veiny...anyway...

he fucks in every position but his fave is when he holds your throat against the back of the throne and piledrives into your weeping pussy, like you are squirming to get away because its so brutal (you also love love love it obvs) but hee doesn't care, he's so fucking lost in the idea of filling you to the brim. like there is so much cum it's oozing out even with his cock as a plug. "i'm fucking you so full baby, you're loving it aren't you?"

and he goes forever, too. he would fuck you forever if he could but he knows if he stays down in hell with you and alaida too long your soul will get burnt (idk) and also lucifer could find alaida so he's going hard and fast. "you're going to look so beautiful pregnant, princess. i should just keep fucking heirs into you, hmm?"

heeeseung is grunting and panting, finally cumming inside you for the nth time but the soldiers are so loud he has to get you out of there. he forces you to plunge your fingers into. "keep them there, baby. can't let any of that cum go to waste."

and when he flashes you both back he is back in her doll suit and you're laying on the bed absolutely spent, fingers in your cunt and cum coating your folds so beautifully. "fuck, even if we don't have kids, i'm going to keep fucking you like that forever."

[ja3yun]

Devil Heeseung sending y/n to complete a task for him, which entailed her killing someone ?👀 (this might be a bit crazy 😭) but I’d like to see something where he pushes her moral limits….

NOW we're talking...

[ja3yun]

between the two of you | TDH drabble (S.JY/P.SH)

doll!jake x human!reader x doll!sunghoon warnings: fluff, smut/suggestive (mdni), cockwarming, double pen, pet names (baby, baby girl), mentions of the underworld, established poly relationship, nothing really dramatic - just fluff w some cocks, not proofread, anything else lmk! w.c: 2.6k synopsis: after a few days with heelzebub in hell, all you need is the comfort of your two boyfriends and their cocks. a/n: hi! just something i wrote quickly since i missed my dolls! i also need some comfort so...here we are. as always comments, reblogs, and feedback is all welcome!

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“Y/N? Baby?” The soft sound of Jaeyun’s voice echoes through the hallway. You’re curled up in bed, wrapped in the quiet stillness of the house after a long, draining day, but hearing him makes your heart stir. 

You swing your legs out of bed, your bare feet padding across the cool floor as you slowly open the bedroom door and step out into the hall.

Jaeyun appears almost immediately, a grin stretching across his face the moment he sees you. Without hesitation, he crosses the space between you in just a few long strides and wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you against him. The warmth of his embrace surrounds you, and you instinctively melt into his hold, resting your face against his chest.

“There you are,” he murmurs, his voice softer, a mixture of relief and affection. He presses his lips to the side of your neck, kissing you tenderly. The touch of his lips sends a warmth through your body that makes you sigh in contentment. His kisses trail slowly, languidly, from your neck to your shoulder, as if savouring the moment. You can feel the gentle hum of his happiness against your skin, his lips soft and filled with love.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers, his voice a low murmur against your skin.

A quiet sigh escapes your lips as you cling to him, your arms tightening around his back. “I missed you too, Jaeyun,” you whisper back, your voice just as soothing. 

The last few days have been a blur, filled with one soul-crushing task after another. Heeseung has dragged you again into the underworld to assist him with his never-ending agenda. You’ve long lost track of how many times you’ve been by his side in those dark, infernal depths, witnessing the torment of those who dared betray him.

The horrors of that place no longer faze you as they once did. You’re numb to the cries of anguish, the sight of souls writhing in agony as they pay the price for their treachery. What disturbs you now isn’t the wickedness you witness, but the cold, dull exhaustion that follows you back into the mortal realm. Every time you return, the fatigue seems to grow heavier, like a cloak of lead draped over your shoulders, dragging you down.

The mortal world feels so different in contrast to the hellish landscapes of the underworld, almost dreamlike. The air is lighter here, which is ironic considering if you were asked last year how easy living in this world is, you would have said it was the hardest, most brutal thing. Yet, it’s heaven compared to hell. 

Every muscle aches with a fatigue that sleep alone can’t seem to cure. But the moment you’re in Jaeyun’s arms, some of that heaviness begins to lift, replaced with the comfort and security only he can provide.

Jaeyun pulls back just slightly, his hands resting on your waist as he gazes down at you with a look of quiet concern. He brushes a thumb gently across your cheek, as if trying to read the tiredness in your eyes. He hates seeing you like this, his true love forced to be Heeseung’s petty side girl. He never wanted this for you, but since he can’t undo your deal, he can at least be there for you in moments like this.

“Where’s Hoonie?” you ask, your voice light with curiosity despite your tiredness.

“He’s in the kitchen, putting the shopping away,” he replies. The two of them had gone out earlier to grab groceries for the week, insisting that you stay home and rest after your long day of running errands for Heeseung. Heeseung always demands so much of you, but lately, it feels like he’s pushing you beyond your limits.

Jaeyun’s gaze lingers on you for a moment longer, and he lets out a soft sigh. “Are you tired?” His voice is gentle, as if he already knows the answer but needs to hear it from you.

You give a small, resigned smile. “Exhausted,” you admit quietly, leaning into him again. “But I’ll be okay.”

His arms tighten around you, and he rests his chin on top of your head, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You do too much, baby,” he murmurs, his voice laced with worry. “You don’t have to keep going back there…maybe we can find a loophole, to get you out of this?”

You know he’s right, you can’t keep going on like this. But the weight of your deal mixed with the …things you feel to Heeseung, keeps you tied to the underworld. There’s no escaping it entirely, not when you asked for this. But you also know Jaeyun’s concern comes from a place of love, and that in itself eases the tension coiling in your chest.

“I know,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his chest. “But being here with you…it helps. It really does.”

Jaeyun kisses the top of your head, his fingers gently threading through your hair. “I’ll always be here for you,” he says softly. “No matter what.”

The fatigue still lingers, heavy in your bones, but being held in his arms makes you feel like you can breathe again, like the weight of the world isn’t entirely yours to carry. And for now, that’s enough.

“Baby girl?”

Sunghoon’s voice is soft but startling, pulling you from the warmth of Jaeyun’s arms. You hadn’t even noticed him creep up behind, his presence always so subtle and quiet - he isdefinitely the quietest of the dolls. Slowly, you pull away from Jaeyun’s chest, your body still feeling the lingering warmth of his embrace as you turn toward Sunghoon. His gaze is steady, eyes searching yours for something, though his face carries that familiar, cool demeanour. But you’ve learned to read the softness behind it, the unspoken affection in the way he looks at you.

Without a word, you step toward him, gently cupping his cheek with one hand. Sunghoon leans into your touch, his eyes half-lidded, and you press a soft kiss to his lips. His mouth is warm, the kiss tender yet reassuring. He responds in kind, his lips lingering against yours as if he’s been waiting for this moment, this connection. You feel his fingers lightly brushing your waist, holding you there as if afraid to let go too soon.

When you pull back, the house feels quieter, the air heavier with unspoken emotions between the three of you. Jaeyun watches you both with a knowing smile, his eyes warm and understanding.

“Come on,” Sunghoon says softly, his voice calm and measured, though there’s a hint of concern in it. “You’re exhausted. Let’s all just go to bed, yeah?”

You nod, a wave of relief flooding over you. Bed sounds like a dream right now - you’ve had enough of horror and demons for one day. Jaeyun presses a gentle kiss to the side of your head before taking your hand, his touch comforting as he leads you back inside the bedroom.

The room is dim, only the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Jaeyun’s hand slips away from yours as he begins to strip off his clothes. You watch as his shirt is tossed aside, followed by his trousers, until he’s standing before you bare, his doll skin glowing faintly in the natural glow streaming in your window. His cock sits on his thigh deliciously and you can’t lie, you’ve missed it so much. 

Being away for a few days can make you crave even the sight of it.

Sunghoon is doing the same, unbuttoning his shirt with ease, letting it slide down his arms before kicking off his trousers. His body is lean, sculpted, and yet there’s a softness in his movements as he joins Jaeyun by the bed. They wait for you, silent but attentive, watching as you undress, piece by piece. Your pyjamas fall to the floor, and for a moment, you feel exposed under their gaze, but there’s no judgement there - only quiet admiration and love.

It’s common for you all to sleep naked; there is something so distinctively human about it despite their angel and demon souls trapped in these vessels.

Jaeyun is the first to slip into bed, sliding under the covers and holding out his arm for you. Without a word, you follow, slipping in beside him. His arm wraps around you, pulling you close, his body warm and solid against your chest. Sunghoon follows quickly after, moving to the other side of you, sandwiching you between them. The bed is wide, but the space between the three of you is nonexistent, their bodies pressing softly against yours, creating a cocoon of warmth and comfort.

Jaeyun’s arm wraps securely around your waist as he pulls you even closer to him. He presses his lips to your shoulder, his breath a soothing presence against your skin. On the other side, Sunghoon’s fingers trace lazy patterns along your arm, his touch light and reassuring. His lips find your temple, leaving a lingering kiss there before he settles back against his pillow.

The three of you fall into an easy silence, the world outside the room fading into irrelevance. With Jaeyun at your back and Sunghoon at your front, you feel cradled, safe, as if nothing in the world can reach you here. No troubles, no worries, no Heeseung. Just the three of you and the love you share.

"Sleep," Sunghoon murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "We’ll be here when you wake up."

But something stirs inside you, a need beyond exhaustion. You shake your head slightly, pressing yourself closer to Sunghoon. "I don’t want to sleep," you whisper, your voice laced with desire. "I need you...both of you."

Both Jaeyun and Sunghoon know exactly what you mean. Jaeyun’s lips curl into that familiar smile, his eyes darkening with mischief as you give him that pleading look. Before you can say another word, he shifts in front of you, bucking his hips up to tease you, his eagerness parallel to yours.

You see him shoot a glance over your shoulder at Sunghoon with hope, yet the dark-haired doll sighs softly in response, shaking his head. “You’re tired, baby,” Sunghoon murmurs into your hair, his voice filled with that calm, measured disapproval. "We can have fun in the morning, okay?"

You pout slightly, looking back at Jaeyun, silently asking him to help. “Please,” you whisper, your lips brushing the puppy’s in the chance that he can somehow change his brother’s mind, your plea soft but full of longing.

Jaeyun can’t resist you, his resolve crumbling as his lips crash onto yours, swallowing the soft whimper that escapes your throat. The kiss is slow and deep, teasing, his hands sliding up your waist to pull you even closer, the tip of his cock sliding between your legs in expectation. When he pulls back, his voice is thick with desire. “Our girl really wants it,” he says, his eyes fixed on Sunghoon. "We need to give her what she wants."

Sunghoon’s fingers are still brushing your arm, their touch soft, but you feel the way his body hitches at Jaeyun’s words. He sighs again, but there’s a shift in him now. You know he’s considering it, weighing his own desire against his concern for your fatigue. His fingers move down your side, slow and deliberate, sending shivers down your spine. He is not helping the arousal coursing through you.

Inhaling deeply, Sunghoon finally relents, his hand coming to rest on your hip. "How about this," he suggests, "We’ll stay inside you and you can cockwarm us while you rest. It’ll be gentle, no rush. Does that sound good, baby?"

Your breath catches in your throat at the suggestion, your body already heating up at the thought. It would be nice to get some sleep, and having their dicks buried in your holes might curve your appetite long enough to get a few hours of shut-eye.

You nod, eager for the closeness, the comfort of being filled by them, feeling how their bells run along your walls, stuffing you completely. Jaeyun grins in response, his hands guiding your hips closer to his own as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

Jaeyun moves first like he always does, shifting his hips just slightly as he lines himself up with your entrance. He’s gentle, slow, as he pushes inside you, his thick length filling you inch by inch. You gasp quietly, your fingers gripping his arms as he stills, fully seated inside you, his body pressed close against yours. His breath is shaky as he rests his forehead against yours, his hands caressing your sides in soothing strokes.

Behind you, Sunghoon watches closely, his hands steady on your waist. “Let me know if it’s too much,” he whispers softly, his voice filled with that ever-present care for you. You nod again, your breath quickening as Sunghoon positions himself behind you. Slowly, with deliberate care, he presses into you, joining Jaeyun in filling you completely. 

The sensation is overwhelming but comforting at the same time, the feeling of both of them surrounding you, cradling you in their warmth. The stretch is intense, but once they’re both camping within you, the stillness feels like a balm to your tired soul. Jaeyun’s arms are wrapped securely around you, his plump lips peppering kisses across your face, while Sunghoon holds you from behind, his lips brushing your shoulder softly.

Heaven is so close to this, you know it is. Your boyfriends are so caring and affectionate, they only care about your needs. They understand the sacrifice you’ve made for their freedom. Never in their doll lives did they think they could freely walk around in this world, convinced they would be confined to the walls of the mansion. Yet, you saved them.

The least they can do is be there for you when you need them.

“We’ll stay like this,” Sunghoon murmurs against your skin, his hand moving up to stroke your hair. “No need to rush anything. You can rest, baby.”

Jaeyun presses soft kisses along your jawline, his touch tender as he keeps his hips still, allowing you to settle into the comfort of being held by both of them. “We’ve got you,” he whispers against your ear, his voice filled with affection. "We’ll take care of you."

Thrusting up slightly, you feel Jaeyun hit deep inside of you and instantly, your body joins in matching his rhythm, your head falling back onto Sunghoon as you let out a moan. Taking it as a sign to keep going, he bucks up again and again. The stillness of Sunghoon in your ass and Jaeyun’s sliding cock is a sensation that has you gripping Jaeyun’s shoulders.

Noticing the way your body is writhing, Sunghoon pears down to see you both moving in sync with one another. He reaches over, slapping Jaeyun’s arm. “Stop that! She needs to sleep,” he warns his brother, eyes dangerous. You want to tell Sunghoon to fuck off but you know he comes from a good place, and your body couldn’t handle the pounding Jaeyun wants to give you.

Having been apart for a few days, you know all too well what that does to Jaeyun, his sex drive fueled and ready to go all night. You love him for it, but you also love Sunghoon for thinking about you and what you actually need and not just what you want.

Placing your hand on your chest, you bring Jaeyun’s attention to you and not how good his cock feels, your expression conveying a ‘to be continued’ sentiment. Although he hates the idea of stopping and ignoring the sigh his cock lets out, he concedes, his hips stilling and his member laying soundly inside of you.

“Good,” Sunghoon whispers in your ear, “I promise we will give you the fucking of your life all day tomorrow, the only time we stop is to get you some water, but for now you need to sleep.” 

Between the two of them, surrounded by their warmth, you feel yourself relaxing completely and agree with Sunghoon, looking forward to tomorrow’s escapades. The weight of the day, the stress, the exhaustion - it all fades as their bodies cradle yours, their presence grounding you.

You close your eyes, your breathing steadying as the feeling of being connected to them, held by them, wraps around you like a blanket. Sandwiched between Jaeyun and Sunghoon, your body is completely at ease, their gentle touches lulling you into a peaceful state.

And for tonight, just like this, everything feels right.

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The Doll House | Drabble: Kill for You

demon/doll!heeseung x fem!reader warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, creampie, no prep, handcuffs, blood kink, biting, death, gore, blood, knife, not-proofread, anything else lmk wc: 4.3k synopsis: when you wake up in hell handcuffed and scared, there is only one prince of hell that can save you a/n: based off this ask! this is just something quick i did and isn't my best but i have so many people asking for more tdh drabbles that i though i would cave <3 this one is not as bad as i think it is but there is a lot of blood and heeseung rips a man apart so...be warned. reblogs, likes, feedback, and comments are all welcome! (this could also be read as a stand alone?? idk)

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Your eyes flutter open, the lids heavy and sticky as if glued together. The throbbing in your head is relentless, a pounding pain that seems to echo in the very marrow of your bones. Your mouth is dry, parched as if you've been wandering in a desert, and the air is stifling, thick with a heat that makes it hard to breathe. The oppressive warmth is suffocating, pressing down on you with an intensity that speaks of more than just physical discomfort - it feels like the very essence of torment.

You try to lift a hand to your aching head, but your arm refuses to move. Panic sets in as you realise your wrists are restrained, bound by cold, unyielding metal. The sound of chains rattling echoes through the dimly lit room, a harsh realisation of your imprisonment. Your eyes dart upwards, following the chain to where your wrists are shackled to a pole above your head. The cuffs dig into your skin, a painful nip that serves as a concluding punctuation to your negative thoughts - somehow you’ve been kidnapped.

The heat is overwhelming, a furnace-like blaze that sears your skin and fills your lungs with each laboured breath. The air is thick with the acrid stench of sulphur and burning flesh, a scent that is all too familiar, a contrast between the land of the living and this infernal abyss floods back to you with terrifying clarity. You've been here before.

This is Hell.

The memory of past encounters with demons and the stark Your heart races, pounding against your ribcage as adrenaline surges through your veins. Each time you have been dragged to hell it has been at the hands of Heeseung, to show you his world or try and entice you into making a deal. Yet, he has never gone as far as this.

Every cell in your body screams for release, for salvation from this nightmarish reality. The heat seems to amplify your fear, each beat of your heart a desperate cry for help.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching, each one a heavy thud that reverberates through the chamber. The temperature seems to rise even further, if that's possible, and the smell intensifies, a rancid mix of decay and coal. The sound sends a new wave of dread coursing through you. You strain against your bonds, but the metal holds firm, cutting into your flesh.

“Heeseung, I swear this isn’t funny!” you shout as you hear him approach, ensuring your discontentment with his actions is conveyed.

The door creaks open, and in the dim light, a hulking silhouette appears. Much to your surprise and heartache, it isn’t Heeseung who strides through the doorway but rather someone else, a demon you presume, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light. His gaze locks onto you, burning with an intensity that matches the inferno around you. He moves closer, each step a reminder of your vulnerability, each moment a testament to your peril.

"Heeseung? Is that what he’s going by now?" The demon speaks with an uninterested sigh, his voice dripping with disdain.

The demon strides towards you in a lazy, almost leisurely manner, as though he has all the time in the world. With you locked up here, chained to a rusty pole, he might just have an eternity. Despite the terror gripping your heart, you can’t help but notice his appearance. The sight is far from unpleasant; his chiselled abs and defined v-line momentarily distract you. It’s a poor excuse, but in the face of such danger, you’re just a girl.

He stops before you, towering over your bound form, his presence overwhelming. The heat radiating from his body adds to the already suffocating warmth of the room. You can feel the tension in the air, a palpable mix of fear and fascination. The demon’s handsome features contrast starkly with the darkness of his intentions, a cruel reminder of your predicament.

"I do forget how easily impressed you humans are," he smirks, rubbing a hand over his toned stomach. "Do you like what you see? I wore it just for you."

You shudder at his words but can’t help a small, begrudging gratitude that at least his current human appearance is more settling than the hideous creature you imagine lurks beneath. In scenarios like this, you must take the good with the bad.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" The questions tumble out, driven by desperation. As far as you know, you’re insignificant to anyone but your two beautiful dolls back home.

The demon scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns his back on you. "Don’t flatter yourself. You hold nothing of value to me," he chides, his tone dripping with scorn. He licks his lips, then twists his head to look over his shoulder, his eyes piercing into yours. "But you mean a lot to someone I need to speak with."

You scrunch your brows in confusion, his statement only adding more questions. It can’t be Jaeyun he needs to gain the attention of—no one knows about him or his should-be guardian ways. Sunghoon is just a soldier, and most people believe he’s still locked away in his cell. That leaves Jongseong or Heeseung.

The demon picks something up from a table in the room and drifts back over to you, his eyes an eerie shade of red wine. The object glints ominously in the dim light, and your heart skips a beat as you realise it’s a dagger, its blade sharp and cruel.

“You see,” he says, his voice soft yet menacing, “sometimes, to get someone’s attention, you need to send a message they can’t ignore.”

Your pulse quickens, panic bubbling up inside you. “Who do you need to speak with?” you ask, your voice trembling.

The demon chuckles darkly, tracing the blade of the dagger along your cheek, not cutting but letting the cold metal press against your skin. “Oh, you’ll see soon enough. Just know that your pain will be his torment.”

The cryptic words hang in the air, each one a dagger of its own, slicing through your hopes. The demon’s intentions are clear: you are a pawn in a game of unimaginable stakes, a tool to be used and discarded. And as the heat of the room continues to rise, your desperation grows, knowing that every passing moment draws you closer to a fate you can’t escape.

There is a nauseous feeling in your body, your chest heaving with the rapid beat of your heart as the demon brings the blade to your arm, pressing deep into your flesh. The sharp pain sears through you, and a scream rips from your throat, echoing through the hellish chamber. Blood wells up around the blade, trickling down your skin and staining the metal a dark crimson.

The demon watches with a twisted satisfaction, his eyes glinting with delight. But just as he seems ready to inflict more pain, the door swings open with a casual creak, and Heeseung strolls in, his presence commanding and nonchalant.

"Lay another mark on her, I dare you," Heeseung says, his voice calm but carrying a dangerous edge.

Heeseung’s words exhibit boredom as if your life isn’t on the line. Yet, you know him well enough now to recognise that the darting of his doll-like eyes from your face to your injury is enough to show you he cares; he wouldn’t be here otherwise.

Instinctively, your body tries to run to the comfort of Heeseung despite his unkindness to you in the past. Even if he has instilled fear in your body, manipulating and coaxing you to do things you wish never to speak of, he is still a place of solace, your body and soul drawn to him as though he were a magnetic field.

“I was wondering if you would show,” the demon smiles widely, a stark contrast to the sadistic pleasure he showed with you moments ago.

“I’m not here for you; I’m here for my girl,” Heeseung explains casually, shrugging his shoulders. Yet, you don’t miss the tensed fists just behind his back. It makes your heart skip a beat to know that somewhere in that non-existent heart of his, he cares and will try his best to get you out of this.

Amusingly nodding, the demon chuckles lowly. “I know, this pretty little thing was the only way to reach you. She calls and you answer, how cliché.”

Heeseung's gaze sharpens, his eyes narrowing as he steps forward, a slow and deliberate movement that radiates power. "You’ve had your fun. Now it’s over. Release her, and I might consider letting you leave here in one piece."

The demon’s smile falters for a moment, but he quickly recovers, trying to maintain his bravado. “And if I don’t? What then, Heeseung? Are you going to risk everything for this human?”

Heeseung’s eyes flash with a dangerous light. “You misunderstand the situation. It’s not a risk for me; it’s a certainty for you. Lay another mark on her, and you’ll find out exactly what happens when someone crosses me.”

The demon hesitates, the confidence draining from his face. He glances at you, bound and injured, and then back at Heeseung, weighing his options. The room grows unbearably tense, the oppressive heat pressing down on you like a physical weight. You’ll never complain about a sauna ever again.

The blood from your arm drips onto the floor with each passing moment, your eyes pleading with Heeseung to make all of this end as quickly as possible. A small smirk flashes on his face and disappears just as quickly, assuring you that he has a plan.

When the demon makes no move, Heeseung speaks up again, his voice deadly calm. “Tell me why you’ve called me here before I tear you apart.”

The demon sneers, trying to muster some of his lost bravado. "You've been so busy playing dolls that you’ve forgotten you have an army to run."

Heeseung’s eyes flash with anger, his smirk turning cold and dangerous. "So you put my love in danger because I'm not holding your hand? Are you all that fucking incompetent that you can't do your job?"

My love. You’re eyes widen slightly at the endearing term. There is a part of you that wonders if he means it, if the phrase that rolled so easily off his tongue was heartfelt or just another branch to add to his plotting plan. Hearing your heartbeat fasten with fear and adoration, Heeseung knows you registered his words and yet he doesn’t care.

“We are doing our job yet you’re fucking around with angels and bitches like her,” the man spits, holding the knife with determination. Any second now, the blade could be pierced into one of your main arteries, rendering you dead in a matter of minutes as you stay hanging helplessly against the pole.

“Call her that again. I dare you,” Heeseung snarls, walking closer to the man. His actions strike fear into you because what if one more footstep is the difference between life and death for you? 

As the demon goes to speak once again, his jaw locks and his tongue pulses as though he is choking. He suddenly drops the knife, much to your relief, clinging to his throat as if that will somehow allow much-needed oxygen to pass into his lungs.

Heeseung’s eyes flash a vibrant red, an innocent grin working its way across his cheeks. “What’s wrong? Can’t speak?” The feigned concern in his words makes your body crawl, his sinister actions unsettling you, even as a secret part of you loves it.

Perhaps it’s the fact that after this, you’ll be clear of danger and you can get out of this. Another part is pure vengeance. In hell, you feel the sins inside you heighten: lust, greed, wrath, you name it. Every bad part of you calls to be released.

Suddenly, Heeseung lunges forward, gripping the demon's throat as his fingers sink in with force until the man's face begins to turn blue. The pressure is immense, veins bulging as the demon struggles for air, his eyes wide with terror. Heeseung’s grip tightens even further, his nails piercing the skin, drawing dark, thick blood that oozes down the demon’s neck.

Heeseung’s fingers dig deeper, the demon’s gurgling attempts at speech becoming more desperate. Blood pours from the wounds, splattering onto the floor in gruesome pools. Heeseung’s grin widens, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. With a sudden, violent motion, he tears into the demon’s throat, his fingers piercing through flesh and muscle with a sickening squelch.

The demon’s eyes roll back, his body convulsing as Heeseung's grip tightens further. With a final, brutal yank, Heeseung rips the throat from the demon's body, the detached flesh dangling grotesquely from his hand. Blood sprays in an arc, coating the floor, walls, and over you and the Prince of hell, the metallic scent mixing with the sulphurous air.

The demon’s body collapses to the ground, twitching and spasming as it rapidly loses the battle for life. Heeseung casually tosses the mangled throat aside, wiping his bloodied hands on his trousers with a look of disdain. But he isn’t finished. Heeseung’s eyes glow with a fierce intensity as he crouches over the still-twitching body. With merciless precision, he plunges his hand into the demon's chest, feeling around for the pulsating heart. The demon’s mouth opens in a silent scream, his body arching in agony.

“You’re a fool to pick a human suit, this is too easy,” he laughs, staring crazily into your attacker's eyes.

Closing his fingers around the heart and with a feral growl, Heeseung bursts the main organ before he rips it from the chest cavity. Blood gushes out in torrents, the heart still beating weakly in Heeseung’s grip. He holds it aloft for a moment, his expression one of savage triumph, before crushing it in his hand, the remnants of the heart splatter onto the floor, a macabre testament to his power and strength.

Never bring a knife to a demon fight.

Lying lifeless, a broken, bloody shell of himself, the demon remains still, finally moving on from the pain. Heeseung stands, wiping his hand on the demon’s clothes with an air of finality, his lips upcurled in disgust. It’s been a while since he got his hands dirty but he has to set an example to the other soldiers of his legions. If he starts getting soft now, they’ll eventually overrun him. 

Turning back to you, Heeseung’s expression softens slightly, though the remnants of his violent act still linger in his eyes. “What the fuck happened, Y/N?” he asks annoyed, as if you were the one that asked for any of this to happen.

“I-I don’t know, just please get me out of here,” you stutter, your mind still trying to process the nightmare it just witnessed. Watching a man be brutally torn apart before your eyes has left you shaken to the core.

Sighing softly, Heeseung’s gaze sweeps over your body, his attention fixed on the wound on your arm. With careful deliberation, he reaches out and gently takes hold of your arm, his face drawing nearer to inspect the injury.

His touch is surprisingly gentle, contrasting sharply with the violence you’ve just witnessed. The warmth of his hand against your skin feels oddly comforting, a reassuring anchor in the midst of chaos. Heeseung’s expression softens, a flicker of concern crossing his features as he examines the wound.

“I’ll take care of this,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing contrast to the lingering tension in the air. He leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin as he carefully inspects the cut.

What you don’t expect is for his tongue to run over the slit, collecting the blood that streams from it. At first, your face is horrified, the ministration causing your stomach to churn, yet, as he laps up your wound, you feel relief, his muscle easing the sting and allowing your arm to relax, even if only slightly.

Heeseung is engrossed in the taste, the sweet metallic now overpowering all of his senses, and the sensory overload rushes directly to his cock. His member twitches in his pants as it begs to be released, Heeseung’s arousal flowing through his body, so much so that between each healing lick he is moaning out profanities.

Your body gets hot as you hear him get off over the taste of your crimson nectar. There is a first for everything but you never thought one day you would be in hell, handcuffed to a pole, and have Beelzebub exploring his blood kink right in front of you.

“You taste so good, Baby,” he whispers, his attention finally drawing from your arm to your face. 

It is at this moment that he sees the perfect opportunity. You, who are so determined to never lay with Heeseung again, refusing to cheat on your precious puppies, are all tied up and in the perfect position. 

Once you catch that desire-driven look on his face, you squirm slightly, attempting to free yourself from the restraints. But what Heeseung interprets as defiance is actually reciprocation. There's an undeniable thrill in seeing him defend you, dismantle your tormentor with a ferocity that leaves him splattered in blood - it makes you ache with need, your pussy crying in lust. You yearn to break free from these confines and throw yourself at him.

"You're so vulnerable, darling. What if I hadn't answered your calls?" he murmurs, his crimson-stained hands already unfastening the buttons of your jeans. You whimper as his fingers hover tantalisingly close to where you crave his touch. “You were screaming for me earlier, do you think you could do it again?”

His question is loaded, a subtle way to ask for your consent. He wants to make sure as much as he would love to just ravage you right here without a care in the world, he understands - even as a prince of hell - that he would be no better than the dead demon beside you if he took what he wanted without asking.

Swallowing your guilt and pride, you nod, finally giving in to him after months of cat and mouse. “I’ll scream hell down,” you whisper, keeping an intense stare on him.

It’s all the go-ahead he needs before he’s yanking down your Levis and panties, leaving you bare on your bottom half. Hurriedly, the prince frees his cock, stroking it a few times. “You can take it with no prep, right, sweetheart? Or are those dolls not fucking you good enough.”

You whimper in protest, the biting metal against your skin almost painful as your body yearns to be close to his, rattling them harshly as you try to break free. The mention of your lovers goes unheard as you disregard what he's saying and any guilt you should feel. Lust and impatience pulse through your veins, overwhelming all other emotions.

His bloody hands grip your thighs, harshly guiding your legs to wrap around him as he puppeteers you into place. Despite your lack of words, Heeseung takes your mewls of need as the go-ahead to delve in without working you open. Truthfully, Heeseung’s cock is a lot bigger than Jaeyun’s or Sunghoon’s, so prepping you would have been a great thing to ask for, but as your cunt leaks onto his stiff shaft, you know as well as he does that there is no time to be wasted, both of you craving this as much as the other.

With one harsh thrust, he plummets into you, the stretch from his girth both agonising and pleasurable. The pain heightens your experience, his cock bottoming inside you, eliciting a half-moan, half-shriek. You hate to admit it but you missed his cock and how you can feel the veins drag along your walls.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Are they really not fucking you?” he lefts out a sharp laugh before moving his hips in a steady rhythm. “You needed my cock, didn’t you?” 

Responding with fervent affirmations of "yes," your knuckles turn white as you clench your fists, yearning to touch him, feeling his smooth, doll skin yield beneath your nails. You needed his cock more than anything, all those times of pushing him away and deflecting your desires, this was a long time coming.

He grips your hips tightly as you hang there helplessly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he finds a harsh pace that sends butterflies in your stomach. He missed being inside of you, feeling how your walls hug him tight as your body overcomes with bliss. 

Suddenly, his lips meld with yours, causing his rhythm to momentarily falter until he adjusts, finding the perfect angle to hammer into you. Heeseung's tongue slips between your lips, and you taste him on your tongue, your saliva wetting his mouth as your bodies move together in an urgent rhythm.

“Fuck, Heeseung!” you yelp, your lips retracting from him as he hits a soft spot inside of you, each punch of his tip now making you see stars. From that first night you spent together in the mansion all those months ago, you haven’t had the privilege to experience anything this otherworldly, Jaeyun and Sunghoon taking you to the moon but it pales in comparison to the galaxies that Heeseung promises you.

Smirking, he bucks his hips faster. “Scream it, sweetheart, tell me you’re mine,” he coaxes, his frantic eyes trained on your closed ones. He needs to hear you say it, even if only once.

However, once he realises that no words are falling from your lips, he takes his hand and wraps it around your neck, oh so similarly to how he did the demon. “Fucking say it or I’ll end you right now.”

The fear that washes over your being heightens your arousal, your walls collapsing slightly onto his member. It’s embarrassing how much degradation, pain, and fear turn you on. Despite the tiny part of your brain with a conscience screaming out to stop you, you yield, looking him in the eyes with your glossy ones. “Y-yours. I’m yours Heeseung- Fuck!”

His fingers wrap around your airways, his rhythmic thrusts growing more insistent as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. “You're a good girl, so good for me,” his voice is barely audible over the crescendo of your moans. The world outside seems to fade away, replaced by the primal intensity of the moment. If hell didn't know you were lost in this passion before, it certainly does now.

The praises mixed with the pain of his grip bring you close to the edge along with each kiss from the tip of his cock to your cervix. Between the warmth of the room, the heat radiating from your body, and the lack if oxygen passing through your lungs, you feel yourself shutting down, every sense overwhelmed by the brutal fucking.

“I’m gonna-” you warn, pulling yourself up with whatever strength you can muster in an attempt to gain some control. Typically, your hands would be raking down your partner's back, grounding you as you come undone, however, the metal doesn’t provide the same comfort that you’re used to.

“Cum over my cock, sweetheart. Show me how good I make you feel,” he urges, chasing his own release as you start to milk his dick, drawing out the doll's cum with fervour. 

With one loud scream of his name, you release your essence over him, your hands that were once gripping the cuffs now go flaccid, letting the waves of your orgasm take over. Your mind is not in the space to warn you that doing so would hurt your wrists but like the masochist you are, the nips from the restraints only add a sadistic pleasure to your climax.

Your embrace entices Heeseung, guiding him towards climax as he releases deeply inside you, his grip around your throat tightening briefly before easing, letting you gasp for air. His hips maintain their rhythm, driving his essence into you as if intent on securing it forever.

"Take it all, sweetheart," he murmurs huskily against your neck, teasing your sensitive spot before nipping it firmly.

The sudden rush of sensations overwhelms you, pleasure mingling with the faint sting of his bite. Heeseung's movements grow more urgent, each thrust seeming to imprint his desire deeper within you. His whispered encouragements and the rhythmic sound of your bodies meeting fill the air, creating a symphony of passion.

With every surge, he drives deeper, claiming you completely in the throes of ecstasy. His touch, both tender and possessive, ignites a fire that burns through you, each moment building towards an inevitable crescendo of shared release.

As you both come down from your highs, the only sound in the room is your heavy breathing and squelching from your combined fluids as Heeseung thrusts a couple more times before slipping out of you. 

He admires his work; your worn-out body, the blood from the demon that has transferred onto your beautiful skin, and the cum dripping from your cunt and mixing with the chartreuse-covered floor. You’re a vision to him and if he was enamoured by you before, he’s just become dementedly obsessed.

Your eyes close and your legs go weak, losing their grip on his waist as you slowly begin to pass out. It’s not good for a human to be down in the pits of hell, not for as long as you have, thus, moving with a hint of urgency, Heeseung breaks your cuffs as though they were made of plastic and cradles your body against his.

“Shhh,” he whispers as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. Heeseung refuses to be vulnerable but you bring out a side of him that no one has ever been able to before. He wants to protect you, to worship you, to have you by his side at all times.

And he’ll be damned if this is the last time he has you.

[ja3yun]

THE TDH DRABBLE 😭😭😭❤️ my heart!! if u could do how heeseung and jay would react to the boys coming along with y/n or how soonyeol would react to knowing what heeseung offered her 👀

i got carried away with this and it might not be what you were looking for, however, this is how i saw it playing out in my mind! heelzebub lovers, this is for you!

wc: 1.8k

warnings: kissing, mentions of hell, blackmail, not-proofread, a follow on from this drabble

the doll house masterlist

Sunghoon pounds on the door with fierce determination, his knuckles white and his jaw clenched. Despite the tremble in his soul, he knows he must confront Beelzebub head-on, aware that with a mere snap of his fingers, he could be imprisoned once again in the cell he fought so hard to escape.

“Heeseung, open this damn door this instant, or I swear-”

“God? Is that how the saying goes now? Bringing the Almighty into our little drama?” Heeseung's laughter rings out, dripping with wicked amusement, as he swings the heavy door open, barely sparing a glance at you and Jaeyun. It's evident he finds Sunghoon's frustration rather entertaining. 

"Did you coerce her into selling her soul?" Sunghoon exhales sharply, feeling his patience teetering on the edge.

"Coerce? Oh, come on now, Sunghoon. Let's not play innocent. Wasn't it your boredom that drove her to pity you, leading her to make that deal with me?" Heeseung's retort drips with disdain, his words laced with a mocking tone. “If anything this is your doing.”

You extend a hand towards Sunghoon's arm in an attempt to soothe him, but he jerks away, his silent warning clear: don't interfere. The tension radiating from him is palpable, his anger still raw from the silent journey up here. 

Soonyeol peeks around Heeseung's shoulder, her smile radiant with surprise. "Oh? I thought you weren’t coming up until next month?" She is blissfully ignorant and you silently hope to preserve that amidst the chaos unfolding between Sunghoon and Heeseung. However, with their heated exchange escalating, discretion seems increasingly unlikely.

Heeseung sighs, feeling Soonyeol's hand on his arm, a touch that manages to quell some of his agitation. "I invited Y/N up here to assist you with that dress you've been tirelessly sewing," he explains, his tone softening slightly. "You mentioned needing a better model after Jongseong adamantly refused to be poked and prodded any longer."

That’s why he wanted you up here? Not to kill someone but to be a model?

Soonyeol’s smile widens as she claps happily, “Oh, Y/N! Thank you so much for agreeing to help me.”

Sunghoon doesn't relent, charging past Heeseung and into the house. Whirling around to face them, he cuts straight to the heart of the matter. "Forget about that, she's not doing it willingly. Do you know why?" he demands, his frustration boiling over.

You shake your head, silently pleading with Sunghoon not to reveal anything. But it's too late to halt his words now.

"She sold her soul because of him," Sunghoon declares, his accusation hanging heavy in the air, "because he couldn't just let me go and be happy."

Soonyeol's eyes widen in shock as she takes a hesitant step back from her beloved doll. "Hee? Is that true?" she asks, her voice trembling with uncertainty and a hint of despair. 

Heeseung's expression remains impassive, devoid of any hint of remorse or guilt. He meets Soonyeol's gaze steadily, his demeanour unyielding. "What does it matter now?" he replies coolly, his voice devoid of emotion. "The deal's been made, and there's no turning back."

Soonyeol recoils, her eyes brimming with disbelief and hurt. "But... but you promised me," she whispers, her voice cracking with emotion. "You said you would never involve Y/N in any of this. And you said that the boys could leave whenever they wanted, that’s why I agreed to you summoning their souls."

“Yeah, not the only promise he threatened to break-”

Your words are cut off and before you can comprehend what's happening, the familiar flash of red engulfs your vision, much like the one that blinded you when you peeped through the keyhole. A sense of foreboding washes over you. Panic grips you as you feel yourself falling backwards, expecting the impact of the ground.

Instead, you find yourself colliding with something solid yet strangely warm - a hard chest. Confusion clouds your mind as you struggle to make sense of your surroundings. The entranceway you were just standing in has vanished, replaced by a swirling sea of fire and ominous red clouds. Screaming can be heard from all over the void, causing your skin to shiver and your lips to tremble.

This is hell. You know it.

Turning around timidly, you find yourself face to face with Heeseung, his presence looming over you like a sinister shadow. His eyes blaze a deep, unsettling shade of red, sending a shiver down your spine. An ungodly smirk twists his lips, oozing with malevolence and a hint of amusement at your obvious discomfort.

“If you utter a word about my offer, those screams you hear? You'll be singing lead in the choir, baby,” Heeseung's voice cuts through the stifling heat like a chilling whisper. His words carry a menacing weight, each syllable dripping with malice and a veiled threat that sends a wave of fear coursing through you. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, desperate pleas for escape echoing in your mind as you find yourself trapped in this horrifying situation. Every fibre of your being longs to flee from this nightmare, to be anywhere but here.

Grabbing your neck harshly, Heeseung lifts you up forcefully, compelling you to meet his gaze. "That mouth of yours could be put to far more important things than yapping about our private conversations," he sneers, his tongue sliding slowly over his lips as his eyes lock onto yours, a predatory hunger gleaming within them.

Your breath catches in your throat, a mixture of fear and desire coursing through you as you realise the depths of his intentions. The urge to scream, to fight back is strong, yet just as always, you find yourself so close to giving in to him.

“Would you like me to tell your precious puppy about how you fucked me to the point that I almost reached salvation,” his mouth is dangerously close to yours, lips teasing yours as you try to chase them but his grip stops you. The amusement in his eyes doubles as he notices how the only thing on your mind is being devoured by him.

You aren’t in the right frame of mind, your actions are being pushed as a product of your environment, the heat from the fire and lustful gaze from Heeseung only drives your desire to the forefront of your mind. There is no Jaeyun here, no one to save you.

Heeseung squeezes your neck, cutting your air off, “Fucking answer me, do you want me to tell him? Ruin the perfect little illusion that it was just him and Sunghoon you were slutting yourself out for? Maybe I should tell him how Jongseong fucked you too, how you made him sin.”

With what little strength you have left, you shake your head, your breathless "no" barely audible amidst the suffocating pressure of Heeseung's grip. The room spins around you, the lack of oxygen leaving you dizzy and disoriented, but a rush of adrenaline courses through your veins, heightening your senses and sharpening your focus.

As if satisfied with your response, Heeseung nods, easing his grip slightly but keeping you firmly within his grasp. His smirk widens, a predatory glint dancing in his eyes as he leans in closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours.

You nod in silent agreement, your gaze flickering between his piercing red eyes and his tempting lips, caught in the intoxicating spell he weaves around you. Despite the danger and uncertainty of the situation, there's a perverse thrill in the forbidden pact you're about to make.

His smirk widens as he senses your compliance, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "I think we should seal it," he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire.

Before you can respond, he closes the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a searing kiss that sets your senses ablaze. In that electrifying moment, all thoughts of consequence and regret are swept away, replaced by the overwhelming need to lose yourself in the firestorm of passion that consumes you both.

Heeseung's touch shifts from harsh restraint to gentle possession as his hand cups your face, drawing you closer with a firm yet tender grip. His lips meld with yours in a fiery embrace, his tongue slipping past the barrier of your lips with a hunger that matches your own.

You surrender to the intoxicating kiss, every fibre of your being consumed by the electric pulse of desire that courses between you. His lips move against yours with a skilful fervour, stealing your breath away and leaving you gasping for more.

But just as you are ready to lay yourself bare for him in the pits of hell, he pulls away, pecking your lips a few times before stepping away from you, marvelling at how your chest heaves and lips plump.

“Next time I call you, you come straight away, understand? And leave the Bratz behind.”

With that, you’re flashed back into the entranceway where you once stood with a white flash, everyone in their previous positions, and Heeseung staring at you with knowing. Except Soonyeol is repeating her words from earlier. 

"You said you would never involve Y/N in any of this. And you said that the boys could leave whenever they wanted, that’s why I agreed to you summoning their souls."

Heeseung extends a hand to you, to leave the choice up to you. After that ordeal, there’s only one option in your mind.

“I asked him because I wanted to, there was no coercion, no blackmail, nothing.” You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what comes next. "I sold my soul, and I am content with my decision. Heeseung has assured me that he won't harm me or my loved ones, and I trust him to honour that." 

As the weight of your words settles over the room, you feel the collective gaze of everyone upon you. Jongseong's disappointed shake of the head cuts through you like a knife, his expression a mixture of sorrow and resignation. You can sense the weight of his silent judgment, knowing that as a guardian angel, he has witnessed the consequences of such choices countless times before. 

“I asked him to keep a secret because I wanted to do this on my own.” Lie. “So please let's just carry on. Nothing that happens between me and Heeseung will affect the rest of you or our relationships. Right, Heeseung?” You look to him pleadingly to back you up.

But what you don’t know is that you’ve just opened up a door for Heeseung to use you as he pleases. “Nothing that happens between me and Heeseung will affect our relationships.” That speaks to Heeseung as a confirmation that he can play with you, fuck you, ruin you, as much as he pleases, and you’re willing to keep it a secret from them.

Heeseung smirks mischievously as he sends a wink your way. “Right. I won’t hurt her unless she begs me for it.”

[ja3yun]

BUT I DON'T HAVE A FULL VISION :(( like i need some kind of idk under god/ past enemy of hees who always had some kind of issue with hee and he maybe tried to take yn as a revenge cuz hee finally has a weak spot and boom they fight and ofc hee wins and he is like covered in blood breathing heavily and shit and running straight to yn are u okay darling and she is like.... that was the hottest thing I've ever seen u need to fuck me now or something freaky like this

ps if someone has a better idea please share lmaoooo

okAY i see what you're going for, let me figure smthn out 🙏🏻🙏🏻

[ja3yun]

STOOOOOPPPPPPP. I swear to God, I’ll always love TDH with all my heart cause look at THISSSSSSD.

I really don’t understand how writers can put out the whole sentiment and the emotions into text. But it’s so deep that it feels so real, and you actually feel it too. YET HERE YOU ARE BEING ONE OF THOSE WRITERS, YOUR ROCK, AJ.

I just love the comfort of Yunie’s and Hoonie’s care for her. It’s a love so strong and big for her, it makes me cry :((

i love them sm :((( i wish i got to portray their love a little more in the core series but thats why drabbles are so fun and i'll keep writing them for tdh 🙏🏻 thank you so much for the compliment also! i try and make the emotions come across because i want people invested in the people i write about, so im happy thats happening 🤧

[ja3yun]

these tdh drabbles are too good 😩 i could die happy if all i could ever read forever was tdh

i think a few people agree w you 😭 tysm for enjoying the drabbles!!

[ja3yun]

Hawoo, I was reading “I’m a virgin not a murderer” and I fell in love with it, and I was checking your other works as well and I have a question, for the Doll House series, each story can be read individually or do I have to read all of them by order? Remember to stay hydrated 💧

hi tysm for reading and being interested in my works 🙏🏻 tdh its a full blown series so its better to read from jaeyun onwards, although you can skip the alt ending and drabbles if you want, they aren't essential to the main plot <3