#we have to decide what to do with the queue that is given us

[juliasmesmerized]

Video Games

pairings: Josh Washington x F!Reader, Chris Hartley x Ashley Brown (Until Dawn) type: fluff, too deep into the friendship, mutual pining, subtle flirting summary: Josh and Chris have gaming nights as the only 'geeks' in the group. Chris and Ashley got together and she found out of this 'secret'. Since they knew nobody else would be interested they didn't invite anyone and they knew nobody would care for it regardless. Ashley tells you about it and you join Chris's party and surprising them both. AU: sister's never disappeared, all of them are university students now too. vibes intended: cherry flavored - The Neighbourhood (I personally listen to Odetari when playing competitive games such as Overwatch which will be reference to the video game they'll be playing.) for the best experience: unfortunately we lost interactivefics, but there's another chrome extension called word replacer II; I recommend using it to have this be read in the way it was intended. I will have this on my masterlist at some point, but for now this'll be a disclaimer on every post I make. I hear when people say it breaks the immersion when using y/n and such, but I use the extension above and it gets me more excited to read. hopefully, with this, people can enjoy this piece of work and other y/n works. (i can also make a you / y/n-less version, but i just prefer seeing my name for DR purposes) word count: 2944 part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Chris booted up his computer to get into his and Josh's untimely tradition of playing video games until dawn. Their current fixation stands tall to be a five versus five shooter with each character having unique abilities and are divided into three ranks. Each team has one tank, two damage dealers, and two supports. Chris is a serious tank main while his main damage dealer teammate would be Josh. Josh may sometimes switch it up by taking up the other roles, but it was clear which one was his favorite.

Chris's phone buzzed; the screen lit up to reveal a new-found message from his gaming buddy, Josh. The chat log reads:

Josh: still up for the matches? Chris: yeah im just turning the game on Josh: ok cool i thought maybe bc ash was with u you'd forget Chris: nah bro we had a plan ill stick to it Josh: that tight bod bro, bro we're gonna lose u to it Chris: i dont have a raging libido like u josh Josh: u wound me

As soon as the game loaded up, an invite from Josh immediately popped up on the top part of the screen. He accepted and as soon as the voice chat system on the game connected he could hear screaming on the other side: "YEEEEEEAAAH!" Their names pop up on the left side corner of the screen with a speaker graphic to symbolize them speaking.

Chris's expression turned quizzical, "Josh?" the username 'c0destopher' perked up on the screen while the username 'washingmachine' never left.

Josh, still excited for having his winding down time, kept going. "We're finally doing this since we've been buried under exams. They're OVER! Let's get this party started!"

Josh chose the role queue option which allows players to pick their ranks ahead of time which ensures better play experience as everyone enters the match knowing what they want is given. Chris, without taking much time confirmed only tank. Josh decided on all roles, and since Chris was only tank, he only had the chance to be a damage dealer or support.

Chris's door swings open. Ashley, who was too engrossed in her phone, began to speak. "Hey Chris, I'm going out to the store to get something I'd need for the-" She looks up to realize the dark atmosphere with his computer screaming RGB lights that lit the room in an unnatural way. "You playing with Josh?"

His heart sank from her sudden entrance, but regained his composure. "Yeah Ash, he could still hear us if you wanna say hi." Ashley took him up on his offer and took the headphones off of Chris. She held one ear pad up to her ear to not ruin her hair, but still be able to hear Josh.

Ashley smiled as he greeted her. "What's up Josh?" Chris couldn't actually hear what Josh was telling her, the muffled sounds were whisked away by his thoughts overwhelming him. It'd only been a while back he confessed to Ashley and she excitedly accepted to be his girlfriend. It still feels surreal to him. She tucked her hair behind the free ear and began speaking once more.

"That's good, I'm well. You do this often?" Her eyes looked up unintentionally, as to focus on the conversation. She slightly nods her head from time to time.

She tilted her head and hummed before speaking. "Well, I just wanted to see if Chris wanted anything from the store." Chris's eyes were locked onto her facial features, the way she moved, and her cute mannerisms when she's talking to somebody on the phone.

She keeps nodding out of nowhere and he could hear Josh stopping to allow her to speak. "Oh! I'm getting some stuff I need for my hair, and also some snacks. I forgot some things I needed."

Josh's muffled voice perked up and Chris could hear him going on about the match about to begin. Ashley responds immediately. "The game's starting? I'll get you back to Chris." She places the headphones back on for him, trying her best not to hurt him. The character selection screen opens, but Chris looks back at Ashley as she leaves the room.

Before she closes the door after herself, she peered into the room once more. "I’ll get you some snacks, anything else?" He nods sweetly to her and she smiles and closes the door.

She got her coat from the hanger and wore it. With her purse on her shoulder, Ashley left the apartment and locked the door behind her. She placed her key in her purse, and took out her phone from her pocket. She messaged y/n asking to call her.

A few moments later, her phone rang to see a call premeditated by her own message asking for it. “You won’t believe what I just saw!” Ashley giddly spoke to the phone. She pressed the button to the elevator to signal it to open on her floor.

Her friend responded on the other side. “What happened?”

“I just saw Chris and Josh playing the game you like! This is your moment! Surprise them and join them!”

y/n audibly gasped. “What?! They used to bully me about it all the time!”

y/n continued on, this time mocking Josh’s words to her when talking about the game she liked. “Call Of Duty is the better of the competitive games and not that hero rainbow bullshit!” Her voice went sarcastically deeper and had a few ‘blah blah blah’s splattered around it.

Ashley left the elevator to walk outside. The wind gushing through her as she left the complex. “I know! That’s why I got so shocked, I thought you’d love to know that they got into it so you could tease back. Especially, Josh. I didn’t show that I cared too much so they wouldn’t suspect a thing!”

She took some time to think it through before responding. “I don’t think I should even if I want to show them for teasing me and then playing it. If I wasn’t invited then it’d look bad on me to join their group.”

“Oh come on, y/n. We both know they wouldn’t mind you playing, they didn’t invite you because it’d look badly on them for teasing you about the same game they got themselves into. I even got Chris’s username memorized for you.”

y/n relented and gave in to Ashley’s plan. “Alright why not. I’m down to cause a little bit of chaos.”

“I’ll send you everything right now.” Ashley closed the phone and looked ahead of her to cross the street. She arrived at the grocery store and went inside to escape the cold. Once inside, she opened her phone once more. Ashley spilled out everything she remembered, hoping it’d suffice.

Ashley: c0destopher#5576 y/n: thats actually so geeky Ashley: i know its so stupid y/n: birds of a feather, your username on goodreads reminds me of the one he has on the game Ashley: dont compare me to that when im doing u a favor to get closer to josh y/n: aye aye captain y/n: i friend requested him Ashley: im sure he accepts everyone y/n: and that u are right ab bc he accepted me right away Ashley: ok ill go focus on doing what i have to do update me whenever ill read when i can y/n: okay thanks ash i will let u know how it goes, stay safe

She booted up the game as she friend requested him on the mobile app. Unsurprisingly on Chris's account, it shows a new button: 'join group' and y/n had a long and hard moment of clarity set in that she's going to have to face Josh if she entered. Her face felt warmer, not that they were anything special, but he was special. She regretted relenting to Ashley's plans due to the trouble she went through getting the information to her.

She took a deep breath and entered their group. The bottom left corner displays a party chat message: unforgettable has joined the group.

Josh, not realizing the message, spoke up. "Yeah I think out of the group, y/n stands out the most, you know? The only person that has playful banter back towards me within the group from the girls. Jess and Em both would do the same, but they're too into their boyfriends so they act like they're untouchable. Sam likes to ensure I wouldn't get hurt which is sweet, but it ruins the fun. Like you could tell she's holding back for my sake."

She, who obviously entered a conversation which shouldn't be privy to her, shoved a palm onto her mic to mute it which showed her name with the speaker graphic. She didn't waste time in messaging Ashley.

y/n: I dun goofed. Ashley: what?

Chris realized first that a message showed up in their party chat that isn't accounted for and the voice chat had a third person suddenly. "Wait who is that?" She could see him using his charge attack to stun his enemy into a wall to kill them. When a friend joins a party in an ongoing game, the leftover friend spectates the match. The chat still open on her phone, y/n stayed quiet to just see the chaos begin to brew and to text Ash.

y/n: I seriously fucked up. Ashley: you gotta explain EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!

Josh took a look and was at a loss. "I dunno. Did you invite them?" Josh was playing a character with double shotguns, and his character needed to creep near enemies to deal serious damage. Typical shotguns.

y/n: he didn't realize i heard him neither of them did?????? Ashley: STOP BEING CRYPTIC WHATS GOING ON??????

"No, did you?" Chris, even if nobody could see, shook his head due to habit. His character slashed his hammer at the enemy tank, dealing some okay output, but the reason for this is to create space for his team to do the damage. She realized this quite quickly.

y/n: WELL i listened to u and joined them and i joined them as josh was talking about the girls and he spoke about me saying i was the only one that stood out to him between all the girls since i give and take in his banter with us. Ashley: OMG? THEN WHAT?

Josh answered his question and was about to say something else, "no," but Chris remembered something.

y/n: heres where i fucked up, yk my mic has an external mute button where placing a palm on it would mute? Ashley: yeah so?

He spoke up. "Oh! They added me a few minutes back and I accepted." Score, he remembered her, but didn't realize who she was. She thought to herself. Josh was getting ready to use his 'ultimate' ability since he charged it to the max. y/n got more focused into the conversation with Ashley that her fingers were going to reach the speed of light.

y/n: well i kinda sorta fucked up by being so nervous after i heard what i heard that i literally kind of slapped the top part where the palm was supposed to go and they heard it and realized i was there Ashley: GIRL WHAT SO THEY DIDNT REALZE YOU HEARD THEM OHMYGDOS???? y/n: YUP IMAGINE WHAT THE HELL? Ashley: SO CHRIS KNOWS THIS ENTIRE TIME THAT JOSH THINKS YOIURE SPECIAL NAND NEVER TOLD ME? THE AUDAXITY OF THAT MAN y/n: WHAT LOL?

Josh chuckled a bit. "Why do you accept randos?" He hid on the roof of a high building on the map, then jumped down and used his ability which sent bullets in a good radius in a circular motion, killing three members of the enemy team. He was shot in the head by the enemy sniper after, and thought for a second as he respawned in game. "Kick them out?"

y/n: HES TELLING CHRIS TO KICK ME OUT Ashley: NONONONO ITS GETTING GOOD

Chris didn't skip a beat. "Sure alright."

y/n: YOUR BOYFRIENDS A BASTARD HE SAID SURE TO KICKING ME?? Ashley: SAY SOMETHING OF COURSE THEY DON'T KNOW ITS YOU y/n: OK GTG BGYE

Ashley was right. y/n had to speak up now or forever hold her peace. "WAITWAITWAIT! It's just me." She peeped as if she was a criminal, but all she did was join her friends.

Josh perked up, things were getting interesting. "y/n?"

"The one and only." Her voice getting a little more confident over time.

Chris was absolutely on edge. "How'd you get my username? What? We hid this from you for months!"

"I know! Ash told me about you guys playing. How about Call of Duty being the best game on the market for these types of games?"

Chris got defensive, he didn't belittle her for her choice of games. "Hey, I didn't say that." If anything, Chris sees himself as the most understanding in that aspect. All games could be fun if done right and with the right people.

Josh, sounding sarcastically defeated, sounded like he was raising his hands to surrender himself to y/n's beck and call. "I didn't think the game would be this addictive!"

"I'm officially inviting myself to join you." She continued, she liked how she got Josh back for belittling her.

They could hear the smile come up his face. "Our group is yours, y/n." Josh said.

Chris knew exactly what he was doing. "You couldn't have come at a better time, y/n, we were just talking about romance." He was hoping Josh would take the reins to say something witty.

She raised an eyebrow and smirked against the screen. "Romance, huh? Tell me about it, Josh. We're all friends, right?"

Josh quickly regained his composure after Chris kind of just outed him. "Chris is overdramatizing it. We were just talking about the group and our opinions on everyone."

"Yeah, right." Chris rolled his eyes.

Josh also rolled his eyes at him, he knew he was going to get him for this later. She spoke up which redirected them both back to the conversation. "Oh? What're his opinions Chris?"

Chris spoke up. "I can't share on behalf of somebody else, dear lady."

"Josh?" y/n called out into the cyber void that is their online voice chat. Their game has finally ended now, they queued up for another match where y/n also chose all roles like Josh.

The queue waiting time has begun, and Josh sighed; unsure if he should reveal the truth, but he did anyway. He didn't understand why he wanted to be honest with her even if he could've easily lied. "I was just saying how Emily and Jessica create barriers with the guys after getting boyfriends, it's not the same as before."

y/n nodded. "Mhm... And Ash and Sam?" She heard this story before, but to avoid suspicion, she decided to ask and follow what Chris might've set up.

Josh continued, the conversation being tame enough for him to ride the wave without falling off the board or having to admit something that was specifically between him and Chris. "Sam is a pacifist, we all know that, and Ash could be talked about by Chris for days."

"And..." She trailed off at first, but his words gave her confidence. He already admitted to her unintentionally and that's all she needed.

y/n thought she was being smart about it to get him to confess. "Me?" She would never admit that she heard him though, never, ever.

Josh chuckled and began to tease her. "Couldn't get to you until you rudely interrupted our conversation." Chris chuckled at the banter, knowing that was a complete lie. Josh didn't react to sound as honest as possible.

y/n bought it to keep face. "Uh huh, nice one, Mr. Washington. What a coincidence."

Josh returned. "Yup."

"A quinky-dink." y/n continued.

Josh replied, once more. "Mhm." Chris kept holding in a laugh at the awkward yet funny atmosphere that surrounded them, even if it meant he was the third wheel. y/n sent Josh a friend request ingame, which he promptly accepted.

A match started which changed the topic.

Josh directed his attention to his new friend's banner which would show her selection when she chose. "I never asked you who you played."

She sat deciding what support character she should choose. "Me?"

Josh took a second to try to understand her thought process when asking that. "I mean I play with Chris, I know who he plays."

She realizes her stupidity at this moment in time, but played it off cool. "Right...! I play everything including tank, but it seems like Chris takes the cake for that. I play whatever the team needs."

"Nice. Yeah, Chris likes playing tank." Josh slightly smiles at her comment. "Seems like you'll support our team, what shall you pick, madam?"

"I like playing based on the team when I'm support. I'll see what everyone else picks to best help the team with my choice of character."

Chris always keeps his number one choice unless the other team counters him. Where they'd play a character that makes his own completely useless. "I already know what I'm choosing."

"I'll play this guy this time." Josh decides to try the soldier.

"I see, if you play that then..." She chooses the damage boosting support and their teammate picks a main healer to focus on keeping everybody's health satiated.

Josh smugly replied to her action. "I think I see where this is going..."

y/n rolled her eyes behind the screen. "Not that I have any faith in you, but your ultimate that 100% doesn't miss, would need this to change the tides."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say."

hi everyone! i hope u enjoyed what you've read. i do wanna continue it, but im a bit busy and got too excited to keep it in the drafts, i want it to eventually end with one of them realizing their likeness towards one another. i usually do write longer chapters, 5k-10k, but i have a midterm tomorrow and i couldn't stop myself from writing something. comments, likes, and everything else is appreciated for ur friendly neighborhood budding writer. took about 2 hours to write this.

[aristotlencheese]

tldr: stop being fucking assholes to Joann’s employees. If you’re sale shopping refrain from making that super funny (it’s not funny) joke about how loosing my job is convenient for you. And know that I hate rich people. Someday when we’re hungry I have the last name of the first people I will want on my plate.

As a Joann’s employee I am pleading with the public. STOP TRASHING MY GODDAMN STORE AND THEN GETTING MAD THAT ITS MESSY. WE KNOW. We have 3 people working at any given time, MAYBE 4 on a special occasion. STOP grabbing overstock bins and using them as your carts. 9/10 times you empty them into random parts of our store and then when we go to find them for a customer or to put them out if we have any time WE CANT FIND IT. It’s not cute, quirky or funny. I fucking hate you so much will call my poor assistant manager to back me up when I tell you to not do it ever again, and I’m not going to be nice about it.

My queue is a mess, you think you’re cute for putting your tag on my shelf but in reality it’s just something I will be written up for. My aisles are a mess, it’s not funny when you take the appliqués and hang them up to make an inappropriate word because I will be yelled at by some grown woman for letting it happen. My cut counter is a mess because you invade my coworkers space to take a look in our carts of go backs and just throw things wherever you want. My bathroom is a mess because you throw toilet paper everywhere and plug our sinks with it and leave the faucet running.

Even working at 100 percent running through the store I can’t get everything done. And to top it all off I have to stay even later because people don’t understand that closing time means people need to be out of the store, not it’s the last minute to shove yourself in the door and promise you’ll only be a minute (it’s never a minute).

So please I’m on my hands and knees groveling and begging for everyone to just shut up for 10 fucking seconds while I’m helping you so that I can tell you you are swiping your gift card wrong and that my computer is slow instead of running your mouth complaining about how “this is why you’re losing your job” (actual quote)

It’s not. I’m loosing my job because Rich people got together and decided playing poker with thousands of Americans jobs was fun enough the first time to do it again. It’s because there’s an entire company (looking at you Gordon brothers) who just buys and liquidates stores to turn a profit. It’s because Rich people who don’t have REAL jobs can’t be bothered or trusted with what the public want for the life of them. It was never about your money, only their money. It was never about people not wanting to work only cutting corners to give the people at the top bonuses.

So if you do any of these things or get upset when I let a couple of the thousands of homeless people in our city sleep under the old now unused cart return under the awning I will get upset I will tell you to mind your business I will put you in time out and make you wait for my manager to ring you out.

You’re Adults and you need to start acting like it.

Cosplayers, Furries and other crafters and artists of Tumblr, I love you so much. I will miss you and so will most at our store (except for our judgey old lady clique but tbh they only work mornings so it’s okay)

[doctorbitchcrxft]

It's The End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) | Castiel x Demon!Fem!Reader

Pairing: Castiel x Demon!Crowley's Daughter!Fem!Reader

Warnings: general demon snarkery, canon violence, canon gore

Word Count: 8503

A/N: Request fulfilled for this nonnie! I hope this makes your week a little better, sunny!! it sort of turned out to be a rewrite for Abandon All Hope 5x10 and and The Song Remains the Same 5x13. enjoy, kids!

Songs of the fic !

It’s The End of the World As We Know It (and I Feel Fine) by R.E.M.

Roll the Bones by Rush

Too Sweet by Hozier

Dream Girl Evil by Florence + the Machine

Dirty Diana by Michael Jackson

Take My True Love by the Hand by the Lamplighters

Queue up your favorite music streaming service and listen while you read along, if you'd like!

General Writings Masterlist

“Are you sure you want this?” you asked, stepping closer to the man before you, heels crunching the gravel beneath them.

The man nodded. 

“Use your words, darlin’.”

“Yes,” he replied. 

You grabbed his neck to pull him down to kiss you, but he shoved you back. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, wh— what are you doing?”

“What, you didn’t think we were just gonna shake on it, did you?” you grinned. 

“Oh,” the man replied. He hesitantly leaned back down toward you, and you tilted your chin up slightly to kiss him. 

When you pulled away, you wiped his spit off your lips— he’d been a horrible kisser— and turned away. “See you in ten years.” You closed your eyes and reopened them once inside your father’s mansion. 

The Louboutins he’d gotten you clicked across the marble floors leading down the hall to his office, and you wanted to be anywhere other than reporting to him. However, since Hell was in shambles, here was one of your only options. You knew you’d inevitably be taking a trip downstairs soon enough to speak to your accomplices. 

“Ah, (Y/N/N), welcome back,” your father said. “Business seems to be as usual.”

“Always,” you sighed. “Let’s skip the pleasantries, though. Given I’m doing your job for you, I don’t exactly have time to chat.”

“If you want to keep your position, I suggest you keep the attitude to a minimum,” your father argued, effectively silencing you. 

“Whatever,” you replied. “What do I have to do?”

“I need you to get the Winchesters here,” he stated simply. 

“What?!” you exclaimed. “What could you possibly want with those idiots?”

Your father took the Colt out of his desk and placed it in front of him. “They need this. I intend to give it to them.”

“And how does that help us?” you asked. 

He looked at you strangely, as if it was obvious. “They need it to kill Lucifer. We need them to kill Lucifer so he doesn’t kill us.”

“I mean, sure, but why are we relying on them to get the job done?” you scoffed. 

“They’ve got an angel on their shoulder. I’m sure they can handle it,” he responded. 

***

Hell was completely in chaos. There was no corner you could go to without bloodshed happening in front of you. Therefore, you and your allies decided to meet in the most inconspicuous of places: a coffee shop. In fact, it was one another one of your allies ran; it was covered in enochian symbols to keep angels from getting too close or hearing something they weren’t supposed to. 

“So, what is he just on vacation?” you asked, taking a sip of your latte. 

“Apparently, he’s got something set up in Carthage, Missouri,” your friend, Fallon replied. “Whatever it is has the reapers so excited they came running to me with information. I swear, they haven’t been this uppity since they dropped the atom bomb.”

“Oh, great,” you sighed. 

“Lucifer’s following is getting shaky, too,” your other friend, James, chimed in. “We’ve started spreading the word that he’s gonna kill us when he’s done with earth.”

“Wait, they didn’t know that before?” you questioned. 

“They seem to be on a need-to-know basis,” he shrugged. 

“Typical,” you snorted. “Any word on the Winchesters?”

Fallon smirked. “Word on the street is their little angel friend has been trailing you.”

“I thought so. He’s not exactly subtle,” you laughed. 

“Be careful tonight,” she warned. “They’ve got a little blonde friend who’s planning on showing up.”

“Great,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m sure the lumberjacks won’t be far behind.” A sigh tore through you. “I swear, if they fuck this up…” 

“I’m sure they will, (Y/N). They don’t exactly have a track record that suggests otherwise. Does Crowley have any sort of… insurance in place?” James questioned.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “It’s my father we’re talking about. I’m sure he does; probably involving a desert island and mai thais. And I’ve got some of my own.”

“What’s that smirk for?” he asked. 

“That angel fella. What’s his name?” 

“Castiel, I think,” Fallon answered. 

“Think he’s into demons?” you grinned broadly. 

“(Y/N), you’re fucking crazy,” she scoffed. 

You leaned back in your chair, feigning offense. “What? I can be very persuasive.”

“Yeah, I know, but… I mean, have you ever tried it out on an angel?” You shrugged. “Never had the opportunity.”

“That is a huge risk, though,” James pointed out. “You realize how sideways that could go?”

“Obviously. I’m bored, though. Business is slow, my dad’s a fucking idiot, and Lucifer’s gonna kill us all. Why not fuck an angel while I have the chance?” you replied. 

Fallon shook her head. “Good luck with that, lover. I’ll see you when I got something else you can use.” She headed to the back of the shop near the restrooms and disappeared under the cover of the shadows. 

James patted you on the shoulder to say goodbye. “Let me know when they’ve got the Colt. I’ll keep a tail on them when they do.”

“Thanks, love. See you around.” You walked out the front door of the café knowing the angel was near. You could almost feel the light emanating off him. 

You lead him to a clearing in the woods outside the small town you’d met your friends in. “I know you’re there, angel,” you almost spat out the words, but you tried to keep your voice sugary sweet. 

You heard a flutter of wings behind you. “Hello, (Y/N),” the angel’s deep voice rumbled. 

You turned to face the voice, and you couldn’t lie, he was incredibly attractive. “Y’know, if I wasn’t so disgusted by your existence, I’d find you pretty hot.”

“Is that supposed to be flattering?” Castiel asked, cutting his eyes at you and cocking his head to the side. 

You smirked. “You’re kinda funny for an angel.”

“I do not believe we have senses of humor,” he responded, seeming confused. 

Crossing your arms, you shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Why are you following me?”

“Crowley has something that belongs to the Winchesters,” Castiel replied. 

“And that concerns you, how?”

His expression remained deadpan. “I don’t have to answer to you.”

“Just making conversation,” you returned. “I’m assuming the cavemen in question are heading to my father’s house as we speak?”

Castiel nodded. 

“And I’m guessing they’re gonna try and kill him?” He nodded again. 

“I don’t think it’ll be in their best interest to do that,” you said evenly. 

“And why is that?” Castiel asked. 

“Because my father wants to help. And so do I,” you explained. 

Castiel furrowed his brows at you. “Why?” he grumbled. 

“Personally, I’m not interested in being turned into minced meat by the man in charge,” you snickered.

He seemed confused. 

“What, you didn’t know? Or is your face just… permanently ‘deer in headlights’?” you taunted, circling him. 

“Why would Lucifer kill his own kind?” the angel asked pointedly. He followed you with his gaze as you walked by turning his head.

“We’re not his own kind, genius. He’s a disgruntled frat boy with serious daddy issues, and we’re just the sorority girls he fucks over repeatedly trying to ignore his own problems,” you explained. 

“Lucifer knows he won’t win, correct?” 

You scoffed mockingly. “You wanna tell him? ‘Cause he firmly believes he shall inherit the earth.”

“I would rather not cross paths with Lucifer again. And I’d rather you change your tone when you speak to me,” he replied, his much taller frame intimidating you slightly. Still, you held your ground.

“Whaddya say we work together?” you asked, coming to a stop in front of him. “Y’know, you scratch my back, I scratch yours?”

“What could a demon possibly offer me?” he grumbled. 

“I can think of a few things,” you smirked. 

Castiel furrowed his brows once more, and you could see the smallest bit of lust in them. ‘Gotcha,’ you thought. 

“I know demons,” you explained. “I know how we work. I also know how to kill us. And Hellhounds adore me. I could be a valuable asset in the undoubtedly stupid plan you and the Winchesters are gonna go through with after tonight.”

He seemed hesitant, but you could tell you had him on the hook. 

“Whaddya say?”

***

Much to your surprise, Castiel had agreed to allow you to help them with their mission. However, the Winchesters clearly weren’t aware of that fact.

Your shoes clicked across the concrete as you headed toward the gates where the Winchesters and their friend Jo had just put down two of your father’s servants. 

“It’s a shame,” you said. “We just got the driveway pressure washed.” 

The two brothers were clearly surprised to see you, and the taller one squared his shoulders at you, holding out his knife. 

“Relax, would you?” you said evenly. “And put that thing away. Follow me.”

You turned on your heel and lead the duo into your father’s home. 

The heavy doors closed with a thunk behind the brothers, and you continued down the hall toward your father’s office. He’d apparently been expecting you, as he was sitting behind his desk with a cocktail in hand looking bored. You stood off to his side, leaning one arm on the back of his chair. 

“Wh— It’s Crowley, right?” Sam asked, trying to appear strong despite his clear disorientation. 

“So, the Hardy Boys finally found me. Took you long enough,” your father smirked. 

“I thought I told you to put that knife away,” you said, referencing the one in the taller man’s hand. 

Your father pulled the Colt out of his desk drawer and placed it down in front of him. “This is it, right? This is what it's all about.”

“What the hell is this?” Dean questioned gruffly. 

“Do you know how deep I could have buried this thing?” Your father waved his hand, and the doors behind the Winchesters slammed shut. “There's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists, except that I told you.” Sam scoffed. “You told us.”

“Rumors, innuendo, sent out on the grapevine,” he returned. 

“Why? Why tell us anything?” 

Your father picked up the gun and pointed it at Dean. “I want you to take this thing to Lucifer and empty it into his face.

“Uh-huh, okay,” Dean deadpanned, “and why exactly would you want the devil dead?”

“None of you are that quick on the draw, are you?” you snickered. 

Dean looked confused. 

“I’ve already had this conversation with your Heavenly lap dog. It’s about survival.” You stalked around the two boys, who were clearly a little intimidated by you. “Lucifer isn't a demon, remember? He's an angel. An angel famous for his hatred of humankind. To him, you're hideous, unwashed miscreants. If that's the way he feels about you, what do you think he thinks about us?”

“But he created you,” Sam noted. 

“Well, that’s a nice sentiment— parental love, and all that— but to him, we’re just servants; cannon fodder.” You came to a stop beside your father again. 

He spoke up to finish your explanation. “If Lucifer manages to exterminate humankind, we're next. So, help me out, huh? Let's all go back to simpler, better times, back to when we could all follow our natures. I'm in sales, dammit! So what do you say if I give you this thing, and you go kill the devil?” He held out the Colt, handle first, to Sam, who hesitantly stepped forward to take it. 

“Great,” Sam said, looking down at the gun in his hand. 

“Great,” Crowley nodded. 

“You wouldn't happen to know where the devil is, by chance, would you?” he asked. 

“He’s got an appointment in Carthage, Missouri on Thursday,” you explained. “I’d be more than happy to escort you.”

Dean laughed. “No offense, sweetheart, but I don’t think we’ll be needing any help from you.”

“Oh, you don't?” you scoffed, eyebrows raised. “Your friend Cas seems to think I could be useful. In fact, he’s already agreed to let me come.”

Dean shook his head. “No. No fuckin’ way. Why the hell would he tell you that?”

“Trust me,” you replied, “you two troglodytes are chum in the water for whatever Lucifer’s got camping out over there. You’re gonna want another great white on your team.”

“Oh, and, uh, excuse me for asking, but aren't you kind of signing your own death warrant? I mean, what happens to you if we go up against the devil and lose?” Dean questioned. 

“Number one, he's going to wipe us all out anyway. Two, after you leave here, I go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. And three, how about you don't miss, okay! Morons!” your father roared, his gravelly voice thick. You tossed the bullets at Sam and Dean, giving them no time to recover before you disappeared. 

***

A flap of wings behind you told you that Castiel had actually shown up to your planned meeting. 

“I’m surprised to see you, darlin’,” you said, turning to face him. 

“You demons are so peculiar with your terms of endearment,” he replied, voice rumbling deep in his chest. “But yes, as much as I’m unhappy about it, I am here.”

“Your boys seemed a little off-put by you putting your faith in me,” you smirked. 

The angel became defensive. “I am not putting my faith in you. You are simply convenient.”

“Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special,” you snickered. 

“This banter is exhausting, (Y/N). What is your plan?” he questioned.

“All business,” you sighed mockingly. “Well, I’m not gonna put myself in the Winchesters’ line of fire. Or yours, for that matter. What I will do is jump in to keep the other demons at bay and help you find Lucifer.”

Castiel nodded, his face as stoic as always. “I will be with the Winchesters. We will meet you in Carthage, and you need to help us get into the town. I am sure there will be demons guarding it.”

“Naturally,” you replied. “You realize this is a huge risk for me, right?” 

“I am aware. It’s a risk for me, too,” Castiel cut you off. 

“But you’re not going against your own kind. I could lose some serious street cred,” you said sincerely. 

“I did,” he said simply. 

You turned back to him. “But the angels didn’t kill you when you did. You just got sent away. I’d be tortured. Forever, potentially.”

“No one is forcing you to help us, (Y/N),” Castiel replied dryly. However, he did seem to feel slight sympathy for you. That was overshadowed, though, by his disdainful stare.

“My father is,” you said.

“Crowley?” 

“The one and only,” you snickered. “If I had it my way, I would’ve fucked off to somewhere in the mountains and raised a couple goats when Hell went to… well, hell.”

“Why didn’t you?” Castiel asked pointedly. 

“What difference does it make why I didn’t?” you snapped. “My point in bringing that up is to tell you not to pretend we’re the same in this situation. I have a lot more riding on the line than you do. You may wanna start being a little less of a dick to me.”

“Are you, a demon, sincerely going to call me out on an attitude problem?” Castiel grunted. 

“Yes,” you replied. “If I’m telling you your attitude sucks, then it must really fucking suck. Just… don’t treat me like the scum of the earth, okay? I didn’t ask to be a demon.”

“Well, you must have done something to get yourself sent to Hell to become one,” the angel responded. 

“I didn’t, actually,” you stated. “My mother was a human. She got pregnant with me, and I became my father’s right hand man when she died.”

“You’re a natural-born demon?”

“Are you dense?” you scoffed. “That’s what I just told you.”

“I’ve never heard of one before,” he said, ignoring your flippance.

“I’m the first. Which, again, adds to the danger. I’m the demon-equivalent of a nephilim, and everybody wants me. That’s not me being cocky,” you explained, “that’s just me stating the facts. Everyone jockeying for power down in Hell wants me on their team. And I stayed loyal to my father. Which has made quite a few demons wanna put my head on a pike on their front lawns.”

“If you have all these powers, why haven’t you used them on me yet?” he questioned. 

“You’ve got a pretty face,” you said coolly. “I’d hate to make a mess of it.”

***

The next day, you waited near the outskirts of the town for the 1967 Impala and the band of misfits that would be accompanying it. 

“Hey there, (Y/N),” a voice said behind you. 

“Jesus, James!” you squeaked. You turned and shoved his shoulder. “You scared the fuck out of me. What are you doing here?”

He didn’t seem as happy to see you as he usually was. “I wish you wouldn’t’ve come,” he told you. 

Your expression hardened. “Why…?”

“This isn’t gonna end well. For anyone,” he replied, equally as cryptically.

“Stop talkin’ like Shakespeare. Spit it out,” you snarled, getting angry. 

“Meg’s here. With the Hellhounds. This isn’t gonna end well if you help them,” James explained. 

“What the fuck, did you help her, or something?” you asked. 

“No, but your dad’s got me directly in cahoots with her. I’m gonna have to duke it out with you since you’re here,” he replied. 

You nodded, understanding why he was behaving so strangely. “We’re not leaving here till one of us his dead, huh?”

James nodded. You knew you couldn’t hug him since you were likely being watched by some of Lucifer’s followers, but you gave him an empathetic look knowing he didn’t stand a chance against you. 

“Don’t go easy on me, love,” you told him. 

“Ditto,” he replied, a smirk tugging at the ends of his lips. 

He rushed you, and you dodged him easily. The two of you sparred for a few minutes as your thoughts spiraled downward. James had been your friend for centuries, and he was one of your father’s most devoted followers. He was a low-level crossroads demon, and his powers were nothing against yours. With your telekinesis and ability to manipulate light and energy, he could’ve been on the ground within ten seconds. 

“This is definitely a hell of a way to go,” James grunted as you threw him back to the ground. 

You panted, “It’ll give you a cool story to tell in… whatever’s after this.”

Your friend seemed to get sad at that. “I’m not sure there is anything after this.”

“Well, I’ll see you when I see you, J,” you said, tears rimming your eyes. 

“Don’t cry for me. I’d rather you than Lucifer,” he assured you, letting you shove him to the ground one last time. 

Your lip trembled as you held your hand up at him, and he closed his eyes in preparation for the blow. The most merciful way you could think to kill him was with a blinding light emanating from your hand that immediately disintegrated his essence. Tears finally fell from your eyes when the light dissipated, and you could see your friend’s limp body lying on the ground. 

Collapsing to your knees, you held James's cold hand.

A voice came from behind you. “Who is he to you?”

‘Castiel,’ you realized. “My best friend,” you sniffled. “He was, uh, my guy on the inside.” You stood from the ground but refused to face him. 

“I’ve never known a demon to cry before,” Castiel said, his voice sounding genuinely curious and sincere. 

You sniffed again. “I told you. I’m half-human. I can feel differently than other demons. Where are the others?”

“We passed you when you were fighting with your friend,” the angel explained. “We should go talk to the reapers. They’ll know where to find Lucifer and give us some information as to what’s going on.”

“You do that,” you replied, facing him once you collected yourself. “I gotta go check on something.”

He looked at you curiously, but said nothing before you disappeared. 

“Come on, boys. My Father wants to see you,” you heard Meg saying as you approached. 

“I think we'll pass, thanks,” Sam replied. 

“Your call. You can make this easy, or you can make it really, really hard,” she cooed dangerously. Meg had always been a true pain in your ass. 

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. You heard a Hellhound whine as you rounded the corner onto the street where the Winchesters were facing off with Meg.

“Run!” someone screamed. 

You saw the hounds heading after the hunters, and one of them pulled Dean to the ground. He screamed in agony as it slashed at his leg. 

“Dean!” the blonde from your father’s mansion cried. 

“Jo, stay back!” he told her. 

Suddenly, a sharp whistle broke through the air. You’d learned at a young age to communicate with Hellhounds, and your whistles could almost hypnotize them. Being a crossroads demon certainly meant having a strong relationship with the creatures, too. 

Everyone’s heads turned to you, including those of the hounds. You walked forward calmly and called the dogs to your sides. 

“Run,” you ordered the hunters. 

They all listened gladly and sprinted away as Meg lunged at you. You couldn’t simultaneously control Meg’s hounds and fight her, and the hounds went back to their original mission. You threw Meg against the wall of a shop, and she retaliated by causing a telephone pole to nearly fall on you. There was never a window of opportunity wide enough to enable you to summon energy to smite her with the many telekinetic bl0ws she threw at you. You continued to grow angrier and angrier as time went on, and the two of you continued to fight, and Meg had apparently grown tired of your battle. She disappeared from view, and you panted laboriously when she’d gone. 

You turned to the shop the Hellhounds were lunging at the doors of. 

As much as you weren’t thrilled about helping people that were unkind to you— namely, Dean— you called the dogs off. The Hellhounds were always terrifyingly beautiful creatures, in your opinion. 

Their ears perked up at your whistles, and you called them to your side. 

“Hi, boys,” you said, stooping down to them. You pet one’s fur, and he nuzzled into your hand. You walked over to the splintered telephone pole Meg had brought down on you with the dogs hot on your heels and broke off a large piece of it. Throwing as hard as you could, you sent the dogs after their new chew toy. 

Dusting your hands off, you made your way over to the shop the hounds had been chomping at the bit to get in. When you threw the doors open with your powers, you were met with guns and angry voices. 

“Whoa, whoa!” you snickered, holding your hands up in surrender. “I come in peace.”

Dean and Sam reluctantly lowered their guns but didn’t seem pleased to see you. 

“I just saved you from those mutts. Maybe a little appreciation would do?” you smirked. 

“This is not the time for you to be a smart ass,” Dean grunted. He tossed a look over at the blonde woman on the floor bleeding profusely from her side. There was no doubt in your mind that she’d been attacked by a hound. 

“Can you… help her?” Sam asked. 

You shook your head. “No can do. I’m a demon. None of the powers we were gifted can exactly be used for truly benevolent reasons.”

“Great!” Dean threw his hands up sarcastically and ran them over his hair, pacing back and forth. “Alright, we gotta get them the hell outta town.” He was referencing the two women on the floor. The older one muttered encouraging words to whom you assumed was her daughter, and you looked on sadly. 

“Won't be easy,” Sam noted.

“Stretcher?”

“I’ll see what we got.” The younger brother started off, but the blonde stopped him. 

“Can we, uh, be realistic about this, please?” she said through labored breaths. “Ah—! I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are being held in by an ace bandage. We gotta—we gotta get our priorities straight here.” She tried to offer a sad smile. “Number one, I'm not going anywhere.”

“Joanna Beth, you stop talking like that,” her mother told her. 

The blonde turned her head toward the woman weakly. “Mom, I can’t fight. I can’t walk. I can’t move. This is it for me.”

“There is… something I can do,” you said. 

All of their heads turned to you, but Dean seemed to catch on to what you were implying faster than the rest of them did. 

“No. No way in hell, bitch,” he asserted. 

“Okay, first of all, watch how you speak to me.” You flashed your eyes red to get the point across, which Dean seemed to be slightly afraid of. “Second, do you have any other plan? You heard what she said. Your angel friend is locked up with Lucifer god knows where, and I can’t heal her. What I can do is put her out of her misery, and we can get out of here before those hounds get bored of their new chew toy.”

The blonde’s mother was horrified. “No! I— I won’t let you.”

“Mom, please,” the girl on the floor begged weakly. 

“No!” her mother argued, tears streaming down her face. 

“Look, these guys need to move on. I’ll only slow ‘em down, and you know they won’t leave here without me,” she continued. 

“No, no! That’s not—”

The blonde cut her mother off. “Mom, this might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult. Might wanna take it?” She smiled sadly up at her. 

Her mom held her close, sobbing. 

“I’ll give you some time to say your goodbyes,” you said, turning away. You waited by the shop doors looking for unexpected visitors or for the Hellhounds to come back. You watched the sun set while Sam, Dean, and the girl’s mother all exchanged their final words. 

When you turned back, the blonde’s mother was on the floor with her. 

“All of you need to leave. Any one of you in this room with me will die if you don’t,” you urged, looking at the girl’s mother. 

“I will not leave you here alone,” the woman told her daughter. 

“Mom, no,” the girl cried. 

You remained stoic despite the pangs going through your chest. “Are you sure?” you asked her. 

She nodded at you and smiled at her daughter. “Just make it quick. For both of us.”

You nodded and turned to the Winchesters. “Get outta here.” 

Both men looked like they wanted to protest, but they decided against it. As soon as you were sure the two boys were out of danger, you raised your hand toward them. 

“Goodnight, guys,” you told them. 

The woman smiled at you and closed her eyes, leaning into her daughter and kissing her hair. “I will always love you, baby,” she told her.

Energy surged from the world around you into your extended hand producing a blinding white light that engulfed the room. When the light dissipated, both women were gone. “Good luck to you both,” you told them. The afterlife was no party; that was for certain. 

You walked out of the shop and down the street where the boys were waiting for you. “C’mon,” you urged them. “I’ll get you guys as close as I can, and then, I’ll go find Cas.”

Sam nodded, but Dean’s mind seemed elsewhere. Still, the two followed you down the street. 

You could feel the light radiating from Castiel and followed the feeling to a farmhouse at the edge of town. It was a peculiar feeling, though; most angels didn’t feel warm when you were near them. Their energy had always felt cold and unforgiving, even more so than demons. 

You pulled the boys down into a bush with you, and the three of you peeked over the tops of the leaves. Dozens of men stood in the field, attention on something you couldn’t see through the darkness. 

“Demons,” you whispered. “He’s here.”

You could feel Lucifer’s horrible presence. His presence felt like Hellfire scorching your skin the closer you got to him. 

“Don’t miss,” you told Dean, referencing the Colt he was brandishing. He nodded at you, and you made your way around the field and into the farmhouse where Castiel’s energy emanated from. 

Something else was here, too, though. You had to guess it was Meg; she’d always had a particularly close relationship with Lucifer. What sounded like flames crackled from upstairs, and you figured they had Castiel trapped in a ring of holy fire. 

You crept up the stairs, praying Meg couldn’t hear your footsteps over the roaring fire. 

“You seem pleased,” you heard Castiel say. 

“We're gonna win,” Meg gloated. “Can you feel it? You cloud-hopping pansies lost the whole damn universe. Lucifer's gonna take over Heaven. We're going to Heaven, Clarence.”

“Strange, because I heard a different theory from a demon named (Y/N),” Castiel said. 

Meg scoffed. “You don’t know (Y/N). Or Crowley.”

“They believe Lucifer is just using demons to achieve an end, and that, once he does, he’ll destroy you all,” Castiel continued. 

“You're wrong. Lucifer is the father of our race. Our creator. Your god may be a deadbeat. Mine? Mine walks the earth.”

You used your powers to break a pipe off the wall and slammed the back of Meg’s head with it. She fell forward into the fire, and you held her screaming, writhing form down for Castiel to walk over. 

Once he was free, you shoved Meg fully into the circle to trap her there. 

“Hello, (Y/N),” the angel told you. 

For the first time since you’d met him, you cracked a genuine smile. “Hello, Castiel.” Remembering your mission, your disposition became serious once more. “C’mon, we gotta get the boys. Something’s wrong.”

You and Castiel teleported to where the Winchesters were being held captive by Lucifer near the mass grave he’d created, and the angel held a finger to his lips to silence them. You let Castiel steer you where he needed your power to transport the boys. Once the Winchesters were delivered back to their friend Bobby’s house safely, you and Castiel regrouped in a clearing in the woods nearby. 

“I can’t fuckin’ believe the Colt didn’t work,” you grumbled, running your hands through your hair in frustration. “Of course he’s one of the only five beings in the universe that thing doesn’t work on. Did you know?” You wheeled around to face Castiel. 

He shook his head. “I wish I had. It could’ve saved Ellen’s and Jo’s lives.”

You looked up at the stars; unobstructed by city lights or trees blocking your view as a heavy silence settled over you and the angel. “What’s Heaven like, Cas?” you asked. 

“What?” he questioned. 

“What’s it like?” You turned to face him, pulling your attention from the stars above. 

“It’s… nice, I think,” he said plainly. 

You snorted. “ ‘Nice’? That’s all I get?”

“Why do you want to know?” Castiel asked, furrowing his brow at you. 

“I wanna know if I sent that mom and her daughter to a good place,” you answered. 

The angel seemed to marinate on that information for a moment, and you could see empathy flash across his face. “It is different for each person. Everyone has their own personal definition of ‘Heaven,’ and that is what awaits them at the end of their lives.”

“Did you like it up there?” you asked, turning your attention back to the stars. 

“I didn’t like anything before I came to Earth,” Castiel replied. 

You tilted your head to the side and faced him again. “Really?”

He nodded. The starlight caught his eyes, and your gaze softened, righting your head. “What is it?” he asked. 

“Your eyes are really blue,” you told him. 

He looked confused. 

“They’re pretty,” you said. 

Those blue eyes searched your face. “I think the correct response to that is ‘thank you’,” he replied. 

You nodded, cracking a small smile and looking away from his intense gaze. “You’re welcome. Lucifer tell you anything worth noting?”

“No,” he answered, starting to walk around you. “I did find a particular distaste for car rides, though.”

You laughed, circling him just the same. “They’re the worst.”

Then, he abruptly stopped. “Why are you being so kind?”

You stopped, too, confused by his question. “What?”

“I mean, you’re a demon. It seemed you hated me when we first spoke,” Castiel explained. “It seemed your motivations were purely self-serving; like your father’s. And yet, you showed concern for Ellen and Jo. You saved Sam and Dean from the Hellhounds. You saved me. Why?”

You looked to the ground. “I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “The… human side of me always confuses the fuck outta me. I do my job, I play the part, but I… love humanity. Sure, they’re horrible to each other sometimes, but so are demons. Their full range of emotion is so complex. I just— they fascinate me. And sometimes, I wish I had a life as little as theirs.”

When you looked back at Castiel, he was staring down at you with such intensity it felt like he was staring straight into your soul. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you told him. 

“Why?” Castiel asked, his expression unmoving.

“Because I don’t know what it means.” 

He stepped closer to you, and your breath quickened. The angel slid his hand along your jaw and tilted your face up to his, kissing you with a fever. He grabbed desperately at you, and you, at him. When he broke away, you were dumbfounded. 

“I learned that from the pizza man,” he told you. 

You didn’t quite understand what that meant, but you laughed all the same. 

***

The next time you saw Castiel, he informed you there was an angel he needed help handling. 

“So, what’s your deal with this chick?” you asked him. 

“Heaven had her imprisoned, and I heard the angels talking about how she’s free,” Castiel replied. 

“Is she a major player?”

He gave you a strange look. 

“Is she a big deal,” you clarified. 

‘The only way she got out was if someone let her out. So, yes, she’s becoming one,” the angel nodded. 

“And why do you need me?” you asked. “Seems like a family dispute to me.”

“Because you’re stronger than I am. And you’ve proven you’re trustworthy.” Castiel grabbed your hand to bring you along to wherever he’d determined Anna was. 

Unfortunately for you, he was right. You were trustworthy. As much as you started hanging around him for "insurance," he was becoming a true ally you couldn't double-cross.

“Hello?” the woman called into the darkness. “Who’s there?”

You stepped out into the flickering light. “Hi there.”

She jumped back in surprise. “Who are you?!”

Castiel stepped out from behind you. “Hello, Anna.”

Anna turned to face him. “Well, if I didn't know any better, I'd say the Winchesters don't trust me.”

“They do. I don't. I wouldn't let them come,” Castiel replied, beginning to circle her. 

You followed suit, walking in the opposite direction. 

“And why is that?” she questioned, continuing to face Castiel. 

“If you're out of prison, it's because they let you out. And they sent you here to do their dirty work,” he responded. 

She folded her arms across her chest. “And what makes you so sure?”

“Because I've experienced…” the angel trailed off, searching for the words, “heaven's persuasion.”

“You mean when you gave me to them,” Anna clarified. 

Castiel sighed. “That was a mistake. Anna, whatever they sent you here to do—”

She cut him off. “They didn't send me. I escaped.”

“Darlin’,” you chimed in, “Heaven’s the supermax prison to end all supermaxes. Seriously, how’d you get out?” While she was distracted trying to answer your question and keep her focus between both you and Castiel, you used your powers to draw the knife she was hiding in her jacket and pull it around the back of her body to keep her from noticing it was missing. 

“Castiel can tell you,” Anna replied evenly, “I’m not one to underestimate.”

You hummed. “So, if you’re not on team ‘god’—” you used air-quotes mockingly— “then what do you want?”

“I want to help.”

Castiel scoffed. “You want to help?”

“Yes,” she nodded. 

“Then what are you doing with this knife?” You came to a stop in front of Anna, dangling it with a mocking pout on your face. 

She seemed startled that you’d noticed it. “I'm not allowed to defend myself?”

“Against whom?” Castiel pressed. “That blade doesn't work against angels. It's not like this one.” He drew his own long blade that came to a pointed tip. “Maybe you're not working for Heaven, but there's something you're not telling us.”

Anna took in a shuddering breath. “Sam Winchester has to die. I'm sorry but we have no choice. He's Lucifer's vessel.”

You laughed. “He’s not the only one, doll.”

“What, that guy Nick?” she scoffed. “He's burning away as we speak. No. Sam is the only vessel that matters. You know what that means? If Lucifer can't take Sam, his whole plan short-circuits. No fight with Michael, no Croatoan virus. The Horsemen go back to their day jobs.”

“Even if you could…” Castiel trailed off, “kill Sam, Satan would just bring him back to life.”

“Not after I scatter his cells across the universe,” Anna stated almost immediately. “They'll never find him. Not all of him.”

You waited for Castiel to answer. 

“We'll find another way,” was all he could manage to say. 

“How's that going?” the redhead pressed. “How's the Colt working out? Or the search for God? Is anything working? If you want to stop the devil, this is how.”

“The answer's still no, because Sam is my friend,” Castiel said plainly. 

She seemed taken aback. “You've changed.”

“Maybe too late, but I have.”

You tsked. “You’re breakin’ my heart, Cas.”

Your friend ignored you. “Anna, we've been through much together, but you come near Sam Winchester, and I'll kill you.” 

The woman’s eyes widened a moment before she decided it best for her to disappear. 

“Well, that’s fuckin’ great,” you commented, slightly exasperated. “I’ll get my friends on the lookout for the bitch. If she even sniffs close to Sam, I’m on it.”

“What is he to you?” Castiel asked. “Given your motivations, I’d think you’d agree with her.”

You turned to face him. “Well, things change. And if this kid is important to you, then he’s important to me.”

***

After thoroughly briefing your allies and your father, you ventured to the Winchesters’ motel room. You scrunched your nose up at the foul scent of molding carpet. “Ugh, you guys live like this?” you snarked, looking around in disgust. 

“And what the fuck are you doing here?” Dean questioned. 

“Dean,” Castiel warned, “I asked her to come.”

The older brother scoffed. “You did? Why?”

“I’ll need her help in case things go wrong.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked. “I thought you just needed me for the summoning ritual.” 

“Well, I thought that was all I needed you for, too,” the angel sighed. “That was until I found out she’s in 1978.”

“Why would she be in 1978?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” Sam replied, “I wasn't even born yet.”

“You won’t be if she kills your parents,” Castiel stated. “Anna can't get to you because of me. So she's going after them.”

“Take us back right now,” Dean ordered, bracing himself. 

You scoffed. “And deliver you right to Anna? We should go alone.”

“No, no, no, sister,” the older brother argued. “I don’t trust you with my parents or Cas alone.”

“Why not?” you fired back. “It’s not like I saved you. Twice.”

Dean shook his head. “No. No way. They’re our parents. We’re going. Little help here, Cas?”

“It's not that easy,” the angel said calmly. 

Sam jumped in, saying, “Why not?”

“Time travel was difficult even with the powers of Heaven at my disposal.”

“Which got cut off,” finished Sam. 

“Which is why we need her,” Castiel nodded to you. 

You sighed heavily. “I don’t know, Cas.”

“Oh, since when are you two on a nickname basis?” Dean gestured between the two of you. “And, what, you’re like a Delorean without enough plutonium?” 

“I don't understand that reference,” the angel said dryly. “But I'm telling you, taking this trip, with passengers, no less—” he shook his head, “it'll weaken me.”

Dean walked up to Castiel trying to get him to meet his eyes. “They're our mom and dad. If we can save them, and not just from Anna. I mean, if we can set things right, we have to try.”

Castiel shook his head, but then, started to busy himself packing up a duffel bag with holy oil, his angel blade, and other angelic knick-knacks. 

“Ready?” he asked when he was finished packing.

You nodded, grabbing both his and Sam’s wrists. 

“Whoa, whoa, what? Is she coming?” Dean protested. 

“Uh, yeah,” Sam snorted. “She helped us out a lot, Dean. And Cas needs the… juice, or whatever.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Sorry, I’m not crazy about having a demon near our parents.”

“Well, get on board,” you said dryly. "Let’s get this over with.”

When you opened your eyes again, you turned to see Castiel collapsed next to you and bleeding from his nose. 

“Cas?” you asked worriedly, bending down beside him. 

Sam and Dean made their way over to you. The younger asked, “Did we make it?”

Dean pointed to the car driving down the street. “Unless they're bringing Pintos back into production, I, uh, I'd say, ‘yes’.” 

“Uh, guys? Little help, here?” you remarked, gesturing to the collapsed angel beside you. 

“I'm fine,” Castiel assured you. “I'm much better than I expected.”

You tried to help him up, but he ended up spitting blood and passing out. 

“Great,” you huffed. “C’mon, help me get ‘im in a motel somewhere.”

***

With Castiel comfortably tucked in the bed of the honeymoon suite, you bid the boys goodbye and good luck on their mission. 

“Wait, you’re not coming with us?” Dean asked pointedly. 

“I think you kids can handle yourselves,” you replied. “I need to make sure he doesn’t die.” You gestured to the unconscious man behind you. 

“Sure, sure,” Dean sarcastically said. “And I’m just supposed to trust that you’re not stabbing us in the back, here?”

“Look, if it wasn’t for me, you’d be dead. And without my help getting here, so would he.” You nodded your head toward Castiel. “So lay off me, would ya? And tell that angel bitch to suck my dick.”

Dean tried to resist laughing at your comment and covered it up with an uncomfortable cough. “Fine. If we get stuck here, though, know I’m killing you first.”

“Deal.”

Dean and Sam left with Castiel’s duffel bag, leaving you to take care of him. This was a first for you. You’d never nursed anyone back to health; let alone an angel. 

You sat next to him and gently smoothed your hand over his delightfully fluffy hair. Castiel stirred, the ends of his lips pulling into a smile, but he didn’t wake. You repeated the action, which seemed to soothe him, and eventually, his arms wound around your waist. He buried his face in the hinge of your hip, and you froze in shock. Unsure of what to do, you just continued to play with his hair while he slept. 

***

Castiel slept almost completely through the first day. Despite going stir crazy with no one and nothing to entertain you, the thought of leaving never crossed your mind. 

You sat across the room from him, simply staring at him and memorizing his features. He was frustratingly beautiful. Something about him had you captivated, and you weren’t sure you enjoyed the feeling. 

Every once in a while, Castiel would shift in his sleep. Each time he did, you got excited; hoping he’d wake up. When you realized he was still soundly asleep, you mentally scolded yourself for allowing yourself to become at all invested in the well-being of the angel. 

When he did wake up, he groaned. 

“It lives,” you snickered, your sock-covered feet kicked up on the desk and arms folded across your chest. 

“Good morning,” Castiel’s deep voice rumbled. 

“It’s three in the afternoon, dude.”

He perked his head up, his hair messy. “Oh. Really?”

You nodded, smirking. “Sit up. I gotta show you something.”

Castiel seemed confused. 

“Again with that deer-in-headlights stare,” you sighed sarcastically. “You said you didn’t get Dean’s Back to the Future reference. Now, I’m making you watch the movie.”

The two of you sat beside each other with your arms crossed over your chests and legs outstretched in front of you. Your backs were against the situationally-dissonant heart-shaped headboard, adding an extra layer of school-girlish, giddy discomfort. 

This feeling was entirely foreign to you. He was such a warm light that it almost felt as though the side of you closest to him was burning. The most startling part of it all, though, was you felt awkward. You never felt awkward or unsure. And yet, the angel beside you had you questioning every slight move you made. 

His eyes were firmly glued to the television, and you found his endless curiosity adorable. “He’s aware that she’s his mom, right?” Castiel asked you. 

You laughed, throwing your head back against the headboard. “Yeah, he is. This movie’s weird. Cult classic.”

“We shouldn’t be watching this, then,” he said plainly, looking for the remote.

“What, why?” You held the remote out of his grasp. 

“Because cults are bad, (Y/N),” he replied. 

You shook your head, still smiling widely. “Not a real one, Cas. It’s just an expression. I think it means something like it’s critically a bad movie, but a lot of people really like it.”

“This nomenclature is awfully confusing,” he said, sounding slightly disheartened. 

You giggled. You giggled. You surprised yourself with the laugh that escaped you. Never in your hundreds of years of existence had you giggled at anything; much less an angel. 

“You are fascinating, did you know that?” Castiel asked you, searching your face. 

You tilted your head to the side. “I— I am?” ‘Oh, great. Now, I’m fucking stuttering,’ you thought. 

He nodded, leaning his head toward yours slowly. You allowed his lips to meet yours, and you kissed him back with a fever. His hands pushed you down onto the bed, and yours wound themselves in his hair. He held himself up with one arm and rubbed circles on your stomach with the other. 

When he pulled back from you, you were completely flustered. 

A smile spread across his face. A wide, genuine smile; one that you mirrored. You pulled him back down to you with your hands on either side of his face and rolled yourself on top of him. 

***

The last few days with Castiel had been wonderful. You were incredibly grateful he’d asked for your help with getting back to 1978, and even more grateful that you met him. 

On the fifth day of being in 1978, Castiel’s disposition changed. 

“What is it?” you asked. 

“Something’s wrong,” he replied. “I feel… my brother’s here.”

“Uh, which one?” you questioned, popping up from the bed in worry. 

“Michael.”

“Fuck, dude, we gotta get outta here, then,” you said. You moved to grab his wrist. 

“Wait!” Cas urged. “I don’t— I don’t think I’m strong enough to do this, (Y/N).”

“Yes, you can. You have to. C’mon. I’ll help, okay?” you pleaded, holding both his hands. 

He nodded trepidatiously but allowed you to begin getting you both back to the future. 

***

You and Castiel appeared just behind Sam, and he caught sight of your reflection. 

“(Y/N)? Castiel?” he breathed out. 

You helped a stumbling Cas over to the bed in the room. 

“You son of a bitch. You made it,” Dean chuckled, wrapping Cas’s free arm around his neck. 

“I— I did? I'm very surprised,” Cas grumbled earnestly before collapsing on the bed in front of you. 

“Well, I could use that drink now,” Dean told his brother. He quickly fixed one for each of you, much to your surprise. You were a bit taken aback when he held one out to you. 

“Really?” you asked him, hesitantly taking it. “You didn’t… poison it or anything, right?”

He chuckled. “No.” He raised his own cup to his lips. “Well, this is it.”

Sam’s eyes flicked to yours, confused. “This is what?”

“Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, a literal demon, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome,” the older brother remarked. 

“It’s not funny,” Sam said.

“I’m not laughing,” the other man replied. 

“They all say we'll say yes.”

“The angels?” you asked. 

Sam nodded solemnly. 

“It’s getting annoying,” Dean grumbled, taking another swig of his drink. 

“What if they’re right?” Sam worried aloud. 

You shook your head. “They’re not.”

Both men turned to you. 

You shrugged, a deadpan expression on your face. “If Mr. Comatose can genuinely crack a smile, then anything’s possible.”

Both brothers looked confused, but you just snickered to yourself and downed the rest of your drink. 

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In Dreams I'm Always There

Summary:

Sarah has come home from work absolutely exhausted. She along with the rest of the studio have been working around the clock to finish Copia's papal costumes for his ascension and feeling guilty, Copia decides to treat Sarah to a pleasant evening when she falls asleep. The POVs switch between what Copia is doing in reality and what Sarah is dreaming.

A/n: Saw a horny post on tumblr and it made my brain go brrr. So here you go!

Paring: Cardinal Copia [Dracopia] X OC [Sarah]

Words: 8.7k

Tags: EXPLICIT/MDNI; established relationship, smut, fluff, somnophilia, dual POV, dubcon, masturbation, blood/blood drinking, dreams, clit stimulation, edging, non penetrative sex, inappropriate use of a cane handle, squirting

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What would you like, amore mio? What do you need?

To relax.

Anything else?

Your fingers touching me. Your lips on my neck.

And?

And my blood flowing past your lips.

◇

Sarah comes home in the evening with a heavy sigh as she closes the door. Trudging through the living area back to their bedroom, she feels on the verge of a collapse. Her conveniently timed lover grabs her from behind with a secure pair of arms.

He clutches her body to his, swaying them side to side.

“You look exhausted, amore mio. Feel exhausted.”

He can sense her heart beating wearily. Can feel how Sarah's muscles are aching.

“Work's been busy,” she mumbles.

Copia knows. It’s his fault. He’s given new requests for the ghouls and his performance attire as the ministry gets ready to announce his ascension to the role of Papa. The chasuble he’s designed is very elaborate and requires a lot of meticulous hand stitching and beading.

The studio is close to completing the first set of costumes but it’s taken many, many grueling hours to get them done in time. Copia observes how his beloved comes home every night looking weary, massaging her hands. Everyone has been working hard to complete the project but seeing the tired look on Sarah’s face makes him hurt and he feels responsible for her pain.

“Come eat, Sarah. Then we can relax,” Copia responds softly. A small kiss is pressed to her temple before they part.

Their dinner is quiet, save for a few comments about the flavor. She eats slowly but he makes sure Sarah gets enough to nourish her. Copia sips his blood “wine” and takes a few bites of the meal in-between.

He decides it’s a quiet night for them and they retire to bed after going through their nightly rituals. Copia queues up a couple movies on the bedroom TV and they change into their sleeping clothes. He wears his softest sweats and a worn t-shirt he knows Sarah loves. She changes into her green chemise nightgown.

He notes the choice to himself for later.

Copia sits in bed, spreading his legs for her to sit in-between. Sarah rests with her back to his chest and there’s a small pillow for her lower back. She smells the detergent in his shirt and inhales deep, sighing when she breathes out and leans further into him.

His strong arms circle around her waist and Sarah rests her hands over his clasped ones. She leans to one side and feels a soft, feather light kiss from Copia’s lips to her neck while she lazily rubs her thumb on his hand. He’s takes off his gloves for her when they’re home and she revels in the feeling of his bare hand under her fingertips. His hands haven’t cooled off yet from being snug in the leather all day so they’re still a bit warm.

Sarah hums softly, “I’m so tired today, love. I think I went cross-eyed at one point with the beading.”

“I know, I’m sorry. Just relax into me, dolcezza.” He kisses further up her neck, his nose brushing along with his trim mustache along her skin. Copia rises his lips to her ear and says with a low voice, “Let me help you feel better.”

One of his hands leaves her stomach and makes its way under the covers to nudge the hem of the nightgown up. He moves his palm over her thigh slowly, changing his rhythm every little bit to squeeze and rub Sarah’s inner thigh. Copia can sense the change in her blood, the rush of it pumping through her veins along with the smell of a growing arousal. She shifts her hips and he lifts the nightgown further up.

“I love how you touch me,” Sarah sighs. A sleepy smile spreads on her face.

She can feel his fangs graze along her shoulder when he pulls the collar to the side to press a few kisses over more bare skin. As the movie plays, they whisper to each other occasionally. Copia is checking in every now and then to see if Sarah has drifted off into whatever gothic dreamland she can conjure.

She’s gone limp in his hold and is practically dead weight in his arms. Copia chuckles to himself at the idea. She’s the one he’s describing that way despite the fact that he is the one with a barely-there heartbeat. His hand strokes softly up her thigh as he hugs Sarah closer.

“Enjoy your sleep while you can, dolcezza,” Copia hums playfully, dragging a fingertip along the soft inner flesh. “When I turn you, that sleep will be no more."

They’re going to have to find things to do together through the night. He wonders if she likes puzzles. Sex and then a puzzle, that should do the trick.

His hand on her thigh squeezes once, an action to signal the beginning of his plans for the night. Copia pauses the movie he truly didn’t care about; it was more for Sarah to fall asleep to. The exhaustion must be heavier tonight because she drifted off before the first movie could finish. She breathes even, calm breaths. Her eyelids twitch as the REM cycle takes over.

Copia moves closer, up to the warmth nestled between her legs. He smiles, pressing his middle finger into the damp cotton.

“Was stroking on your thigh for a while all that did it?” he laughs low and rubs slowly. “What’s going on in your brilliant brain to get you so worked up for me?”

◇

Sarah’s vision goes black when she drifts to sleep and it then a few seconds later, it fades back in. She’s sitting in the sewing studio. It’s dark but she seems to be lit from above by an unseen source like a spotlight. Sarah sits at the sewing machine in front of her, working on a garment.

She’s in her nightgown.

A sharp taptaptap on the glass window of the door alerts her from her work. She stands and waits nervously for the person on the other side to either leave or open the door. Sarah’s breathing comes in and out quickly, nervous from the anticipation.

The door opens slowly to reveal a cardinal. Cardinal Copia!

“What are you doing up so late, Sorella?” he hums. He walks forward with slow, measured steps after closing the door. The handle of the cane he walks with manages to shine beautifully in the dark room. A squeak of his leather gloves tightening around it feels as loud as a scream. He’s wearing a leather version of his black suit and a black suede cape lined with red satin.

“I was sewing, Cardinal. I guess I lost track of time.” She’s quiet and barely heard herself but Copia picks up on it, still.

He walks closer to her, raising an eyebrow as if she said the wrong answer. Sarah starts to move to the side towards the break corner. His slow stalking towards her makes Copia look like a predator hunting for it’s next meal. His fangs poke out from his lips like an omen, like he intends to devour her. Sarah steps backwards slowly and he follows after.

Copia chuckles, “Sewing in your nightgown?”

Her eyes open wide in shock. “I, well, I like how it feels-“

“In your nightgown, Sorella, with nothing else?” He gifts her with a sinister grin when she has nowhere else to go, back pressed up against the wall.

“I-“

“In your nightgown, late at night when you know I typically work well into the evening in my office just down the hall.”

Sarah babbles out an attempt to answer him, too overwhelmed by his proximity. She stares ahead at the clasp of his cloak because she’s too scared to look into the piercing miss-matched white and green gaze. They always seem to be lifeless yet full of intensity towards her.

“I’m tired of this stupid fucking dance we have, Sorella.” He uses the handle of his cane to nudge her chin up, making Sarah look into his eyes. “I’ve grown annoyed now with your glances, your teasing.”

Her lower lip wobbles slightly and it captures his attention. “I’m sorry, Cardinal.”

Copia looks from her lips to her eyes. “I don’t think you are.” His hand rises to gently drag his fingertip along the neckline of the nightgown. He stops down in the middle of it and just barely touches the skin of her chest. Copia pokes at the top button.

“Cardinal,” Sarah breathes.

“I think you wanted me to find you here.” He pops the button open, looking down over her body. If it’s not the small tremble in her body, or her now hard nipples showing through the fabric, it’s the smell of her scent flooding with lust that confirms his suspicions.

She closes her eyes when he leans into her, his nose pressing to the inside of her neck. “Oh…”

The handle under her chin leaves its spot but she doesn’t dare move. His fangs press lightly into her skin, a small threat to what he can do if she makes the wrong move. Her nightgown is slowly unbuttoned and more of her warm skin is exposed to the cool air of the room. Goosebumps riddle her flesh and the small tremble in her body continues.

“Cardinal, I-“ Sarah tries to say something but her thoughts are broken when his gloved fingers roam the new expanse of skin with his soft leather gloves.

The nightgown is fully unbuttoned and Copia uses it to his advantage, caressing here, dragging his fingers there. He brushes a knuckle over her nipple a few times, delicately rubbing over the bud and she has to bite her lip to stifle the whimper she wishes to set free.

He can smell her arousal, can almost taste it on his tongue.

He rubs his palm over Sarah’s hip. Her blood rushes faster through her body the closer his hand gets to her core. When his middle finger slides through the slick lips of her labia, there’s practically no friction.

“I have a small correction, Sorella.” He smiles against her neck. “I know you wanted me to find you.”  

Sarah’s lips betray her and a small moan escapes while Copia strokes gently below.

◇

Copia takes his time rubbing over the fabric of her underwear, feeling over time how wet the gusset becomes where he could easily feel her, stroke her through it. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder before changing positions slightly. His legs bend so his feet can rest on the bed, caging her in a bit and her legs are spread open enough to give his hand more room.

“Shall we see what I’m working with?” Copia chuckles darkly.

His hand slips smoothly into her comfortable cotton underwear. He breathes a sharp breath in when his finger presses into her soaked core. An excited smile graces his face, fangs bared. There’s a giddy rush in his chest.

Copia kisses the bend in her neck and slowly pets over her. A gentle mewl comes out of Sarah and his thumb of the hand holding hers rubs over the skin, soothing a circle around and around.  

He toys with her exposed neck, pressing his teeth just enough not to draw blood. Sarah makes a high-pitched hum in the back of her throat. Her pussy feels wetter now and Copia almost thinks the squelch he hears is cute.

◇

Sarah feels hot. Her Cardinal spent as long as he wanted stroking her below. Her knees now feel wobbly.

Copia stops and she sighs at the relief. The now wet, shiny finger is brought to his lips and he hums, almost groaning at the taste.

“You taste better than I could’ve imagined, Sorella.” He smiles. “Nothing I’ve had in my life has been this good.”

His eyes flick to her neck then, making Sarah’s legs wobble.

“You,” she wets her lips, “you thought about me?”

Copia returns his eye contact to hers, putting every ounce of truth into his response. “Every time I indulged, I imagined it was with you, instead.”

That seems to have an effect on her neither could’ve predicted. Sarah slips down the wall a few inches as her legs start struggling to hold her up. He quickly positions his knee between her thighs to keep her from slipping down further. The extra pressure of her weight against the leather of his pants creates a smooth glide for her pussy to move over his sturdy thigh.

A pained mewl comes from Sarah and Copia tuts, “Now, now, Sorella. I can’t have you making a mess just yet.”

She whines, frowning while her body regains enough strength to keep herself up.

“If you want something to rub against, cara, here.” Copia presses the handle of his cane between her thighs and the cool metal touches the warm wetness of her pussy.

“Oh, Cardinal. Thank you,” Sarah sighs and it earns a satisfied humpf from Copia when her hips rock back and forth over the engraved metal.

The texture of the handle creates enough friction for her to move smoothly. She moans for him, her head hitting the wall to lean back and just feel.

Copia leans in and presses a kiss to her cheek. She gasps lightly at the touch and he smirks.

“Good, good. I want it soaked, Sorella. I want to be able to smell your essence for weeks after.”

He can’t wait anymore, not while she bites her lip and scrunches up her face in anticipation of intense pleasure. Copia leans in and kisses her, swallowing the moans and whines directly from her mouth. Sarah’s hips stutter briefly when she feels the touch of his lips on hers. It’s almost too nice, to sweet for how he’s treated her so far but she sighs all the same.

When he pulls away, Sarah tries to follow after him to no avail. Her eyes are closed and she can’t see the soft look in his as his free hand rises to drag his fingertip delicately over her face.

“Forgive me, Sorella. Not knowing the touch of your lips has haunted me,” he whispers.

Copia removes the cane handle right before she can fully crest over into her orgasm. Sarah whines, frowning before she opens her eyes to protest.

“If we are to continue, I’d like to do it, and you, properly.” Copia takes her hand into his with a gentle hold. She nods to him and he begins to lead the way.

Her vision goes black again as they exit the studio and walk down the hall. When she sees light again, Copia’s firm hand holds hers while a fully lit candelabra is in the other.

◇

Sarah shifts under his hold. Even fully asleep, he manages to make her flustered. There’s a warmth emanating from her skin and Copia can see a red hue spreading from her cheeks outward.

He angles her head to kiss the side of her jaw and starts to press a trail there, down her neck, to her shoulder. Copia never feels like he’s had enough of her. Everything about Sarah sets him alight; her attention, her touch, her body, the feeling of her skin on his, her come, and most of all her blood.

The idea of sinking his teeth into her in the beginning of all of this had him starting to fill out his bottoms against the pillow he placed. Occasionally he'd rut against it for relief as he touched Sarah and the smell of her slick core nearly had him finishing.

The small breaths from Sarah starts to grow faster and she huffs out. She’s close, so very close and right at the last second as he kisses her warm skin, Copia stops his ministration below. Sarah’s hips sleepily nudge once against his hand involuntarily and she pouts.

He pulls his hand out to clean his fingers and a satisfied hum comes from deep in his chest. Copia strokes his thumb across her jaw. “I have all night to play with you, amore mio. I intend to use it.”

◇

The candelabra is held high to illuminate the hall they walk through. Copia leads them confidently up a set of stairs to where she knows not. Sarah’s nightgown is buttoned up again and she’s not sure when that happened.

Finally, they stop at a large hardwood door. He unlocks the door with an ornate key and the room that reveals itself isn’t what she expected.

The room is lit with more candelabras and a roaring fire that burns at it’s hearth, ready for them. An entire wall is filled with bookshelves made of a black painted wood and a desk sits in front of one. There are a handful of stained-glass windows along the dark wall-papered walls with depictions of Lucifer’s fall from grace in Heaven. In one corner a red velvet couch and chair, and a few wooden tables make a small resting area.

The centerpiece of the room, however, is the massive and opulent bed. A four-poster bed, made of similar black hard wood, with ornately embellished red curtains pulled back at each corner pole. The bedding is full of a black plush comforter and pillows outlined with gold fringe and she suspects even the sheets are a fine satin she could slip into easily.

The space screams decadence and Sarah eyes the bed curiously before looking back up to Copia.

He almost looks hesitant, nervous now. His slightly furrowed brows and worried lips betray any air of control he might seem to possess now.

“Is it… too much?” he says, gesturing to the room.

Sarah tilts her head a few degrees and smiles sincerely. “I think it’s perfect.”

Copia nods and guides them over to the couch to sit. He offers her a drink from the cart to which she declines and he refrains himself from anything in return, moving to sit next to her then. He angles himself on the couch to face Sarah more and she mirrors him. Copia crosses one leg over the other and extends his arm along the back of the couch towards her. He taps the back of the couch a few times with his finger.

“I need to confess, I don’t normally have visitors.”

“Not even when you’re indulging?”

He fidgets in his seat. “Those are typically quick, fleeting rendezvous when I need something fast.”

Sarah scoots closer and points between them. “So, what’s this then, Cardinal.”

“A chat for now.” Copia holds her eye contact before dropping to glance at her mouth. “We can see where the night decides to take us.”

Neither one musters up the courage to speak first for a few minutes. Their eyes drift off to look around the room as they figure out how to get the ball rolling and few times, they catch the other one staring.

The first one to crack is Sarah and she sits up before saying, “I’ve seen you around the ministry grounds when I don’t have to be working in the studio. Mostly in the library.”

“How do I look?” Copia raises an eyebrow.

“Tired,” she chuckles softly and she catches a quirk of his lips. “And lonely.”

“Why didn’t you ever come give me company?”

Sarah breathes out a resigned breath. “I thought you might not want anyone bothering you because you were busy. Sometimes you’d catch me staring and I always assumed you thought it was unwanted.”

It wasn’t. It never was. He shakes his head and reaches out for her hand. Copia gently holds it between them.

“I’m sorry. I liked when you would look at me. It never felt like it came from disgust.”

She frowns and wonders how cruel members of the ministry could be towards him. “Why would anyone look at you poorly?”

“Probably my sermons when it’s my day for Black Mass.”

Ah, yes. His speeches tended to veer into the angry side. While the brothers Primo, Secondo, and Terzo’s themes were in chaos, defiance, and self expression, Copia’s would often read differently to the clergy.

Sarah always thought they didn’t get it like she did. His words rang with passion, with an emotion one could only tap into if they were fully in tune with themselves. While others saw anger, Sarah saw conviction. To not let anyone claim they know anything more about you than you, yourself. To ignore any naysayers.

“I give speeches like the Papas because I’m one of the highest-ranking members of the organization but I don’t feel like I could gain the trust of the clergy to be enough of the leader they need,” Copia admits.

He could be so much more, she thinks. He could even take the whole ministry to new heights.

“I believe you could. I believe you have the power to make history.” She cradles his jaw in her palm and rubs softly over his cheek. “I have complete faith in you.”

His head leans into her touch and closes his eyes with a soft smile.

“You know, I have the second most employee of the month awards?” Copia puffs a laugh through his nose.

“Second? Who has more?”

He sits up and they both quickly begin to miss the touch of the other’s skin. “I have no idea.” Copia looks off to the side in wonder.

Sarah uses the opportunity to admire his profile. Her eyes take in his beauty, admiring the sprinkling of freckles over his face, the enticing slope of his nose and now it points at the end. His fangs poke out casually from his teeth, pressing down on his lip on one side as he thinks of anyone in the ministry who could be better than him.

Copia comes up short.

When he turns back to Sarah, she’s caught staring again. Just like the other moments in the past when he felt her eyes over him, she doesn’t look scared or disgusted. He senses intrigue with a hint of attraction.

A knowing, coy smirk spreads his lips. “Got you.” Copia raises an eyebrow and tilts his head.

Sarah’s cheeks grow warm and a blush spreads from there down to her chest. Her lips twitch into an embarrassed smile and she looks down.

◇

He spends an hour without touching her. It was hard but he needed to know Sarah was calmed down enough before he went at it again. Copia grabs around her inner thigh and he already began to sense an uptick in her heartbeat. Its as if her body just knows when his touch is less than innocent even in her sleep.

The top buttons of the nightgown pop open with little force from him. A devilish grin spreads on Copia’s face and his fingers gently glide over Sarah’s breast. Her warm, soft skin under his along with her presence in his life feels as close to a blessing he can imagine. She always looks at him, holds him like he’s the most important thing in her world and he will forever work on returning the favor.

In the meantime, however, a little bit of teasing is fine, right?

Copia makes a trail around her chest, raising goosebumps in his wake. She huffs a breath once when he drags part of the path near her nipple, just outside the areola. The cool air hitting her flushed skin combined with his touch are a dangerous combination for Sarah’s resolve.

“Too much already?” he whispers. A light touch runs over her nipple and he kisses just under her ear as a shuddered whimper floats out of Sarah’s lips.

Time for another break.

◇

Copia tilts Sarah’s chin up with two fingers and he notes it’s the second time that night. He’s going to have to change that habit. Her eyes don’t waver when they make contact, though. She feels like she can sink into his green and white hold and live there.

He taps at her chin a few times. “Why do you always stare at me? Is your memory not good?”

Sarah moves closer and at this point, if she moved any more, she’d be in his lap. She shakes her head. “No, Cardinal. I think you’re enchanting. You’re… beautiful.”

A look of surprise washes over his features. Copia doesn’t want to believe her at first but she doesn’t appear to be joking. She’s sincere.

The playful grin on his lips confuses Sarah when he says, “Would you like a closer look?” He brushes his fingers in her hair to smooth it back.

“How?”

Copia moves his leg over his knee and puts both feet to the floor. “Come, sit.” He pats his lap.

She freezes for a few seconds as she takes in the request. He moves to squeeze her hand into his and she takes it, letting him help her settle over him. Sarah’s nightgown bunches up between them when she sits down, straddling his lap comfortably.

“I don’t bite, Sorella,” he says softly.

She might want him to do that, actually.

Copia keeps her in place with a firm hand held on her lower back. His fingers splay and press into her. He slides Sarah forward towards him and her now exposed and still wet and sensitive clit drags deliciously over the leather at his crotch.

“Oh!” she gasps lightly.  

“Are you ok, dolcezza?” He breathes in the scent of new slick spreading over his pants, fully aware of what’s happening.

She closes her eyes, biting her lip. “Mhm.”

Sarah regains her composure enough to look at him. She shakes slightly on him and Copia looks at her with furrowed brows.

“What’s happening, cara? Are you nervous? Cold?” He cups her jaw in his palm.

She’s not sure which it is so she nods either way. Copia shifts under her and brings his cloak off of his body to wrap over her shoulders. He fixes it around her, bringing it around her arms and she’s enveloped by the scent of his cologne on the fabric. “Thank you,” Sarah whispers.

“Anything for you, Sorella.”

He runs a finger down her cheek to her jaw and she settles her hands on his shoulders. Sitting closer to him now, Sarah can see more of his freckles. She smiles and brings a finger up to make constellations. His fingertips on her back tap against it a few times and it brings an end to her trance.

“Having fun?” Copia says.

“I like your freckles. They’re like stars in the sky.”

She would count them, kiss each one if she had the time. Especially the one on his lip. That one she’d kiss several times.

Copia follows her eyes and smirks when he connects the dots. “Find another thing you like?”

Sarah looks away then, overwhelmed by how he’s watching her. “Yes.”

“Tell me.”

She furrows her brows briefly and he guides her back to him. “There’s a freckle on your lip.”

“What’s special about that one?”

Copia parts his lips. Sarah slowly brushes her pointer finger over them and it feels like they’re both holding their breaths. His lips open wider and a tantalizing thought forms in her head. Sarah slides her finger further into his mouth.

He closes his lips around her and hums. They both close their eyes when Sarah strokes softly over his tongue, getting her finger wet with his spit. He moans when Sarah’s ring ringer joins the other inside. Copia sucks around her nimble digits while she slowly pets his tongue.

She feels a small ounce of power course through her body as the vampire submits to her. His drool drips from his mouth while her fingers start to slowly move in and out. A steady throbbing begins deep in Sarah’s core and she slips free to descend upon herself. Her two fingers, wet with Copia’s spit, collect the globs of slick on her labia. She has barely any resistance while her fingers grant her some relief.

Sarah rubs over her clit, screaming to be touched, and she brings him out of his haze when she softly exclaims, “Ah!”

Copia watches her, mesmerized. Her eyes are closed tight in bliss. The hem of her nightgown is bunched up enough he can see the smooth glide of her fingers. His mouth waters again in anticipation of possibly getting another taste. Sarah rocks forward and it applies a small bit of pressure from the back of her hand over his lap where his hard cock lays too snug in his pants.

He groans at her touch and then again when she nudges at it again. “Cara, please.” Another nudge makes him sit up and stop her. “Sorella.”

She hums and slowly opens her eyes. “Cardinal…” Sarah’s body feels alight with a burning need.

“Did you get so frustrated just from my mouth around your fingers?”

“Mhm.” Sarah nods. She paws at his chest and leans in. “Take me to bed, Cardinal. Please.”

His lap quickly loses the weight of her body as she moves off of him to stand up, holding out her hand for him. It’s a short walk to his extravagant bed and they pause on one side. Copia raises the hand she had rubbing over herself to his lips to lick her essence from them. He moves his lips up to then press a kiss on her knuckles, his nose brushing against it.

Sarah’s face is cradled in his hold. He strokes a thumb over her cheek and before they can begin indulging in each other, he leans in for a kiss. It doesn’t lead to anything, its simply given to her as a gift for being there with him. Copia brushes the tip of his nose over hers and drags it along her cheek as he moves away.

Feeling bold, Sarah makes the move to begin undressing by fiddling with the top buttons of his shirt. Little by little, more of his chest is revealed for her as Copia lets her discover more. She slips off his shirt and jacket, raking her fingers through his soft, gray chest hair on the way down to his leather pants.

Copia’s chuckle fills the room when Sarah looks back up at him with shock.

“They’re too tight for underwear.” He shrugs.

Nonetheless, she continues and soon he’s kicking away the garment with his foot. He feels much better without the stifling leather around him. Sarah notices the way he’s breathing heavy, how his cock looks aching and hard against his stomach, flushed red and wet around the head from his precome dripping out through the night.

He stops her hand before she could touch him. “Not yet, dolcezza, hm?” Copia’s fingers run down his cloak around her. “Let me?”

Sarah nods. The comforting embrace of the fabric is lifted from her shoulders after he’s unclasped the front brooch. Copia rests it over the back of a nearby chair and then slides his fingers down her arm for the nightgown. Sarah, not wanting to wait for the buttons to be undone, pulls it over her head.

Copia brushes his gloved hands through her hair to have it back in order, for now. A delicate trail of his finger runs down from her cheek, down her throat and sternum, taking a small detour around the curve of her breast to stop and hold her waist. His other hand brings them together for another kiss, one he couldn’t help but want after witnessing her fully nude body for the first time. Sarah brushes her fingers up his stomach through his chest, remarking his swirled 666 tattoo. She squeezes her hand on his shoulder before they pull apart.

It feels as if there’s a charged energy between them. It feels like a pleasant static and it excites them. She runs her fingers through his hair, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Lie back for me on the bed,” Copia whispers.

Sarah hates having to leave him if only for a minute. She sits on the covers and positions herself in the middle of the bed against the pillows. She reclines and the comforting plush under her feels lovely against her skin. Copia watches her get accustomed to the bedding feeling like she’s meant to be there. When she’s settled in, his knee presses into the mattress and he leans in to press a kiss to her forehead, her temple, then her cheek.

His leather-clad hand roams over Sarah’s warm skin while his kisses travel down her body. He presses into her breasts, pausing for a moment to take her nipple into his mouth and lick the hard bud. Sarah cries out in pleasure, a sound he wishes he could physically devour and live off of.

He wants to wrap himself up in her soft mewls. He’s quickly becoming addicted to the way she responds to his touch. Copia’s cock throbs and drips more precome as her small reactions overtake him already.

Copia settles between her spread legs when he lies down to his stomach. Love bites sprinkle her plush inner thighs, barely enough pressure applied to not draw any blood but enough to leave a mark. Copia doesn’t have to even try to smell how drenched Sarah is. Every time she fidgets her hips or spreads her legs open more, his eyes flick up towards Sarah and he licks his lips.

Copia sucks a red mark into her thigh, licking to soothe after when he lifts his mouth away. His mouth waters the closer he gets, his cool breath hitting over her wet folds. Sarah whines softly when she becomes keenly aware how much she’s affected by what Copia’s done.

“Dolcezza, I need to taste you.” He looks up to her, pleading with his eyes.

“Yes, oh please!” Sarah shouts.

He wastes no time and licks up her soaked core. The flood of her essence on his tongue makes Copia groan in delight and the vibrations shoot deep into her cunt. His mouth worships Sarah, building up the pressure in her, waiting to be released.

She stops him and Copia looks to her with a furrowed brow. “I need you up here, Cardinal. Please?”

As much as she would let him have her on his mouth, she needs Copia up by her. She needs his lips pressing and licking over hers, his hands caressing and grabbing at her body. Sarah wants the press of his weight fully over her.

She feels the drag of his body on hers as he inches his way up. She feels like a live wire already. The entire evening has done nothing but drive her mad with want. Copia kisses random spots of her skin while moving up, continuing his teasing with light nips.

When he’s slotted between her legs, chest to chest, Copia presses down with his weight over her and there’s a small drag of his cock to Sarah’s sensitive pussy. He nudges her clit and they moan into each other as their bodies react below.

An involuntary rock of her hips towards him has heat pooling in her stomach.

◇

Copia spends what feels like an eternity toying with Sarah with his fingers and mouth. He’s already come once in his pants, lost in a haze of her scent and the feeling of her breast in his palm. The delicious rub of fabric on his needy cock had him rutting his hips into the pillow between them. He spilled in his underwear and no-doubt soaked through both layers for the pillow to become defiled immediately.

He was only satisfied for so long until the thought of drinking his beloved’s blood entered his mind. Copia felt himself twitching to life once again.

They found a rhythm throughout the night and when Copia noticed a particular scrunch of her face or heard her sweet “uhn”s as she got closer and closer, he’d pull away. The gusset of Sarah’s panties are drenched as more and more slick pools; Copia forms a proud smile every time he checks to find more to collect on his fingers.

The morning grows closer and her alarm is set to go off soon. He already plans to make sure she stays home for a much-needed day off. Her boss Amelia got a text last night from him asking to grant Sarah a day to rest and recharge.

He wouldn’t have done any of this tonight otherwise.

He kisses the side of her neck for what feels like the millionth time and he’ll never grow tired of it. Instead of leaving the spot, he settles around it, bringing his fingers down to her incredibly sensitive core. Just the slightest touch from Copia’s fingers is enough to have her wiggling and huffing out a breath.

There’s a small twitch of her clit and he almost pets it, softly tapping once, twice, just enough to send tingles through her body. He holds up her jaw to keep Sarah’s neck and head steady for his bite and his other hand is poised below, ready to have them cresting over into ecstasy.

He bites as delicately as he can muster but she still winces in her sleep; it’s his least favorite part of an otherwise beautiful act between them. The blood flows onto Copia’s tongue and he groans into her. The taste is divine, overcome with hints of her arousal he’s stoked like a fire through the night. Her mouth makes an “O” while he drinks and Copia takes the opportunity to slide his middle and index fingers up to her mouth, slowly sliding them past her lips.

Sarah’s chin is cradled in his palm and she sucks away at his fingers, humming softly, content. A loud “mmm” is heard in the back of her throat when he finally applies enough pressure to her clit. Her hips roll forward and back and Copia barely has to move his hand while she subconsciously takes what she needs. His body follows her rhythm and he’s rutting into the pillow again.

It’s almost too much for him; the pressure to his lap, the frictionless slide over her pussy, the way she sucks on his fingers and makes them nice and sloppily wet. He removes them from her mouth and brings them down to her nipple, circling his fingertip to further build up her pleasure.

Everything happens so fast; he almost misses it.

Sarah cries out, scrunching up her face as an overwhelming force rolls through her body. She gasps, hips stuttering to a stop and Copia feels the flood of her come drench her panties. She twitches against his fingers and he makes a “V” shape around the sides to slowly rub around her labia with his fingers, soothing her enough to cause a long, bone-deep second orgasm when he gives attention back to her alarmingly sensitive clit. There’s a split second where Copia thinks she might wake up and it sends a chill down his spine.

He feels a gush following after, soaking through the fabric to drip into the bedsheets. The taste of her orgasms course through Sarah’s blood and Copia whimpers at her neck as his own hips stutter once again for his cock to spill into his pants. At this point he’s going to have to throw out the pillow entirely. It’s not salvageable.

His tongue licks over the puncture marks of her neck when he’s finished drinking from her. Next, he brings his wet fingers coated in her release up to his mouth to clean and savor the taste of her. Sarah breathes in and out steady and he places a hand over her heart to check when it’s gone back to her normal rhythm. Copia whispers “I love you, ti amo” repeatedly like a prayer while he keeps his hand pressed over her heart.

◇

Copia grinds into her as they kiss, humming their delight. Sarah brushes her fingers through his hair, tugging when she gasps, closer to her end. Both have their eyes closed as they savor everything they’re feeling.

She sighs against his lips, “Cardinal…”

He hums, slowing down over her and Sarah looks at him, confused.

“Cara, if you would like, please, call me Copia. No more Cardinal. I don’t think of you as anyone under me.” He looks down at her, laughing at the playful smile on her lips. “Well, metaphorically speaking.”

She giggles softly as his lips flatten to a nervous line. “Call me Sarah, then,” she pauses before smiling wider, “Copia.”

His name from her lips, in her voice, sounds like a birdsong. The soft, happy way she said it makes him awestruck and he’s leaning in to kiss her. Copia wants to hear her say it forever.

A need for more sparks between them when the kiss develops into something heavier. Sarah is panting, poking her lip over to his to lick into his mouth. The room fills with the wet smacks of their kisses in-between whimpers and throaty groans as they start rolling their hips into each other. Copia’s stiff cock slides perfectly through her warm wetness. Sarah opens her legs wider to feel him closer and the press to her clit makes her think she’s seeing stars.

Copia pulls away from her lips, missing them already. “Could I bite your neck, cara? I need, oh,” he moans, “your blood. It’s calling to me.”

She nods quickly and his lips latch onto her neck before she’s answering him with a “yes”. He licks at her neck, inhaling her scent and it makes him twitch. Precome leaks out from his tip to spread on her lower stomach. Sarah mewls at the soft nips to her sensitive skin and he warns her what’s to come next.

The bite sends a sharp sting to her neck and she cries out. Copia tries to soothe her as much as he can with his thumb rubbing softly over her cheek as she’s cradled in his palm to stay in place. Soon after, thankfully, the venom from the bite spreads through her body and she feels a soft buzz to all of her nerves.

“Copia…” she sighs, bringing a hand up through his hair to thread her fingers through his soft, silky strands.

Sarah comes first with a surprised gasp. The nudges of Copia’s cock to her clit as they grind their bodies together and the venom in her blood mix into a cocktail of pleasure. She’s slowing her hips to ride out the wave of warmth spreading through her body as she chants his name in praise, the only thing her mind can focus on. She smiles softly, closing her eyes to savor the moment.

Shortly after Sarah settles under him, Copia only has to roll his hips a few times to feel the coil in his stomach spring free, spilling onto her stomach. Her blood flowing past his lips is somehow sinfully delicious and heaven-sent at the same time. He’s drunk off her taste, his body too overcome to hold back as he humps quickly, desperate against Sarah’s dripping core. His come spreads on both of their stomachs.

“Oh, amore mio…” Copia breathes, licking and kissing her neck once the bleeding stops and his hips cease rolling into her. He’s making a bloody trail to her lips once again, mumbling against her mouth, “Stay with me.”

A soft, sleepy hum comes from Sarah. “Stay?”

“Ti prego, Sarah. Stay.” He watches her as she takes in his request. “Live by my side, forever…” Copia whispers the last word, leaning in to press their foreheads together and nuzzle the tip of his nose with hers

“Will you turn me? To be like you?” she asks quietly, almost not believing him.

He reveals a striking show of vulnerability to her. Copia reaches out for her hand, threading their fingers together in a soft hold.

“You are enchanting, Sarah. I feel pulled to you when I can feel the gentle touch of your eyes.” He smiles. “I’ve never felt this way. You have consumed my thoughts, amore.”

Sarah kisses him and its light, a blink-and-you-miss touch. “Yes.” She smiles wide and nods. “I’ll stay.”

Copia pulls back from her and he’s ecstatic. He drags his fingertip down her cheek and then moves to bite into his wrist.

“Drink, amore,” he whispers. He presses the bloody offering to Sarah’s lips and she obeys, latching on to accept his most unholy offering.

The gentle lapping of her tongue over his sensitive skin is almost too much for him to handle. She closes her eyes and smiles against his wrist.

There’s a smack of her lips as Copia removes his wrist and he finds her mouth delightfully bloody.

“You’re delicious,” Sarah gasps when his wrist is taken away.  

He grins, leaning in to peck her lips. “As are you, dolcezza.”

When he bites into her neck again, she barely feels anything. Copia’s blood in her system seems to have neutralized any pain he could’ve inflicted and she relaxes into the bed. He laps at Sarah’s blood, drinking all she has to give so he can gift her in return his eternal devotion.

She starts to feel lightheaded, hazy. Her eyelids feel heavy and her vision is spotty. Sarah tries to say something but Copia rushes to soothe her, keeping a reassuring hold on the other side of her neck. She takes desperate gasps for breath as her body attempts to cling onto the last remains of life he drains from her.

The world fades from her, the last words Sarah can remember hearing in his voice being a gentle “ti amo” over and over again as her vision goes black, everything turning silent and still.

◇

She wakes the following morning feeling floaty all over. Before she can open her eyes, her tongue runs over her teeth to check for any changes like newly grown fangs. Everything she dreamt felt too real, too tangible.

Her loving Copia spoons her, keeping a secure hold around her stomach and his face nuzzled into her neck from behind. Their legs are tangled together.

There are two thoughts Sarah comes to realize in that moment: she’s not a vampire and there’s an overwhelming wet stickiness down below in her underwear.

Copia’s gruff, sleepy voice surprises her. “Are you awake, amore mio?”

“Yeah.”

He somehow pulls her closer into him to whisper, “How are you feeling?”

For the first time in what feels like a long time, she can answer, “Relaxed. I’m completely at peace.”

The tension in her muscles that’d been a constant reminder to her for a month finally feels lifted away. Sarah turns around to face him, taking it slow. Copia brushes a lock of hair from her face to look at her without any obstruction. Her sleepy eyes look at him and she smiles.

“That’s everything I wanted to give you, dolcezza.”

They lean in, meeting in the middle for a kiss. A lingering copper taste on his lips has her smiling. If not for the carefully placed bandage on her neck, she wouldn’t have known he drank from her until this moment.

Copia falls to lie on his back and Sarah follows to rest over him. She’s quiet for a few minutes while she places her palm over his chest. He brought his hand down to rest over hers. Copia feels like he needs to be touching her in some way right now. He wants a soft morning for them, free from having to rush out of the door with only a kiss to last the whole day until they get another.  

“You’re staying home today, cara.” He rubs his thumb over her hand.

“But I have so much-“

“And you can get back to it tomorrow.” Copia raises a stern eyebrow towards her and brings her palm up to kiss it delicately.

“But Amelia-“

“She’s letting you take the day off. I texted her last night for the okay.”

Sarah rises to her elbow. She looks at him with a small awe in her eyes and he smiles back. His eyes are soft, tender. Copia brings Sarah back to press a kiss to her forehead before she lies back down.

Their hands stay together and he starts rubbing his thumb over it again. Now that she doesn’t have to go to work, Sarah relaxes next to him, humming.

“What happened last night? I think I fell asleep before the movie ended.”

Copia hums, laughing to himself. “Define what happened?”

“Like,” she looks up to him, “what’d you do to me when I passed out?”

“What you asked for, amore mio. Touching you. Drinking your blood and giving you sweet dreams.” He winks. “Your little sounds of pleasure were inspired. I played with you all night.” He considers himself to have played her a symphony of bliss.

“All night?” Sarah’s eyes open wide. “That explains parts of my dream…”

A coy eyebrow raise comes from Copia and he smirks as he switches their position in bed. Sarah lies on her back, blushing and refusing to look at him. He looks to the bandage and checks the progress when he peels back the gauze to remove it. A delicate press of his lips touches over the mostly healed puncture marks and Copia whispers affection to it.

When he looks back to Sarah, she’s looking at him with a soft smile. “So, this dream of yours. What did I do this time to captivate you?”

“Who said it was you I dreamt about?” She looks at him with a smug face.

“Very funny.” Copia frowns. “Tell me, cara.”

Sarah fidgets beneath him, scrunching up her face. Looking back, she thinks it might’ve been too indulgent.  

She shakes her head. “I plea the fifth! It’s too embarrassing.”

“The fifth?” Copia laughs, his hand sliding down to grab her hip so she stills. “Amore I’m going to be the Forth soon, remember? You’ll be pleading to the Forth every night.”  

He leans in to kiss her, nibbling briefly before pressing his lips to hers. Sarah hums, opening her legs so he can slot closer to her body. The wet smacks of their mouths together fill the room as the simple kiss evolves into something more heated. Something sparks between their bodies and she runs her fingers through his hair.

She feels like she’s back in her dream again except they’re wearing significantly more clothes and she can feel his bare hands. Copia like this over her is so much better than what she can make up in her head. He knows her, intimately, and she’s always surprised.  

“Something like this happened,” Sarah sighs. “You’d found me in the sewing studio late at night in my nightgown.”

“Odd thing to wear to work.”

She chuckles, “You thought so too… in a manner of words.”

Copia brushes a strand of hair from her face and slides his palm down to cup her jaw. “What else?”

Sarah blushes. “Things became heated. You might’ve had me grind on your cane handle.” She closes her eyes and winces. “And I wasn’t wearing underwear.”

“Oh. Oh! How naughty, amore.”

As if he hasn’t thought about something like it, too.

“Mhm.” Her eyes open and she sighs. “Some things are hard to remember. There was a part where you brought me to your room – it was very opulent, by the way – and we talked. I had my fingers in your mouth at one point?” Sarah fidgets at the reveal, looking away.

Copia raises his eyebrows at her. He wouldn’t exactly oppose the idea.  

“We ended up having sex but it really was just grinding into each other.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

She nods. “The last thing I remember was that you were asking me to stay with you forever. You… turned me into a vampire.”

They both smile knowing that’s in their future. Sarah doesn’t know when but she knows he wants it just as much as she does. Sometimes late at night with a movie on in the background, before she drifts off to sleep, they talk about ideas for the ceremony and what he’ll do to turn her. Ever since it became a sure thing for them, the idea can’t help but sneak into her fantasies.

Copia’s thumb rubs her cheek softly and he grins, fangs on display. “I think I can help some of these become a reality.”

Sarah pulls him down for kiss and mumbles against his lips, “I can’t wait.”

Thank you so much for reading!

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Happy ending(?)

Yuri (Izone) x Male Reader x Minju (Izone)

Length: 15876

Previous part

TW: Violence, A bit of gore, blood

“So, let's talk”, You start fidgeting with your hand nervously as you read the anger that's painted all over your sister's face. “Did something happen?” Minju hugged me and extended her hand to pat Yuri's head. “Last night, her parents came to me and started berating me for no reason at all, so you better explain what happened”, Yuri just rested her head on your shoulder. “Alright, yesterday me and Yuri went to eat at her grandma's place……” You take the responsibility of retelling the story. “Fuck, now I'm caught up in it”, Eunbi is reconsidering about the vague blessing she has given you. “Yuri, I'm sorry but I'm sure things will work out one way or another”, Minju can immediately realise why Yuri is feeling down.

“Thanks Min”, Minju and you are trying to make a plan on how to cheer Yuri up. “What are you three planning to do now?” You do have a plan formulating. “Minju, why don't you take Yuri out on a date”, Which happens to be what Minju is planning. “Today? I want to stay with you”, Yuri frowned, “You should go out and take your minds off this whole thing for now”, Also you need to talk with her parents. “Fine then, when and where are we going Min?” Good, now just formulate a good speech that will win her parents heart. “I know a place, besides I know one thing that we have been putting off. I'm sure you'll like it”, Yuri took awhile to realise what Minju meant, “I see, let's finish that up today”, She needs some stress relief.

“Alright, let's get ready then, you can use my clothes”, The two get their farewell kiss from you before leaving. “So, things are going a bit rough”, You went and told Eunbi your date with Minju as well. “So, let me get this straight, your other girlfriend is one of the richest girls in Korea?” Your calm attitude only made her even more angry. “Do you have any idea how big of a deal that is”, Frankly no, “I mean her mom kinda gave me her blessings, although I'm not sure if it's a test I should talk to her”, How long would the queue for an appointment with her, 2 years? “You…. I can't, I can't deal with you”, Eunbi decided to just stand up and leave you alone. “So are you taking us to a double-ish dinner with your boyfriend or not?” At least, at the very least you hope that you can get your family approval.

“Your death, didn't they hate it when you start talking to other girls?” Wait, hold on, “What?” She laughed. “I lied bro, I don't have a boyfriend, I have a girlfriend”, Huh, wait a minute. “Didn't you offer me a condom once?” She shrugged before leaving, “Does she have a dick?” You didn't get any answer. Alright, planning time…… the plan is, Hail Mary this shit.

“You? Where's Yuri?” Yuri's mom answered the door, “She's out with Minju, can we talk?” She looked down at you with visible anger and disdain, but she stepped aside and let you in. “Honey, come down here”, She sat you down at the dinner table, there are only 2 instances where they pulled you here to have a serious talk. One when your parents died, one when you and Yuri get caught drinking some alcohol while being underage. Yuri's father came down, he had the silent disappointment on his face, he sat next to his wife. “So? What is there to talk about?”

While you were busy dealing with the in-laws, your girlfriends are having a relaxing shower, together of course. “Yuri, come on talk to me, I know what you're thinking and I don't want you to get drowned in anxiety and insecurity. Me and oppa won't abandon you”, The shower may hide her tears but Minju can still see that Yuri is crying. “I just don't know, okay? The one thing I had against you is that I have my parents' support. Now you have yours and I'm kicked out of the house”, Minju pulled Yuri to her embrace. “Listen, we're not competing anymore okay? Stop that, just leave it in the past. Oppa is right, we have a good thing going and I don't want to lose it. Frankly, I've been liking you a lot more recently. Not just as a friend, or a…… what do you call it? Sister wife? I like you too, okay Yuri, so I promise I will never talk oppa to leaving you. Oppa will never leave you and god forbid but if he wanted to I'll beat some sense into him”, The two looked at each other for a moment.

The heat from the shower seems to be covered with the sudden rise of sexual tension between them. Minju leaned in, seeing this, Yuri just closed her eyes bracing for impact. The two pairs of lips met each other, sending warm sensations that bloomed in between them. 

She's so warm, and tender. Is this how oppa felt when he kissed her? Is it the same when he kisses me?

She's so meek and scared, you poor thing. I can still taste oppa's white nectar on her, and even his smell. 

Slowly Minju’s tongue slipped into Yuri's mouth, the latter waited patiently for the former's move. Minju wrapped her tongue around Yuri's, unlike when she's with you, Minju can't get Yuri to match her aggressiveness. She likes taking control but it feels like Yuri is just being a helpless victim in her hand, which isn't bad, but it's such a different feeling with your animalistic behaviour when you're with Minju. One of Minju's hands travelled up to Yuri's boobs and pinched it. “Ahhhh, Min”, You were right, Yuri is too cute. “Sssshhh, let me show you how to pleasure a woman”, Minju's lips travelled down to Yuri's neck. “Ooohhhh, Min”, Her whimper is just a good fuel to Minju's hunger. 

“You know I'm kinda jealous with these”, Minju grabbed both of Yuri's tits making the latter moan. “Yours is nice too”, Minju smiled and wrapped her arm around to grab both of Yuri's asses. “Guess on this one we are matched”, Yuri nodded, her face all flushed now. “I haven't done this in a while now”, Minju buries her face between Yuri's tits and motorboat it a little bit. Then she bites the cleavage of the left one. “Oooohhhh, Min, not too rough”, Minju smiled before kissing her way to Yuri's nipple. Without a warning she bites on it, making Yuri gasp from the sudden pain and pleasure she's feeling. “Min, that's so….” There's no need to finish it. Minju smiled proudly and started sucking on Yuri's nipple and played around with it using her tongue.

The pleasure made Yuri lose control of her own body. She started swaying left and right, and sometimes tried to step back away from Minju. Minju's hands are firm so every time Yuri tries to move away her grips tighten on her ass and force her to stay in place and pull her back. “Min, it feels good”, Minju decided to have enough breast play and pushed Yuri to the wall, away from the overhead shower. Normally Yuri will feel the sudden chill and coldness of the wall but her body is too worked up right now.

Minju's hand travels down to Yuri's pussy, it's dripping, and the stickiness of the fluid days that it's not from the shower water. “Aaaahhhhhh, Min”, One finger went in, then two, then three, and then it started pumping in and out. “Do you like it, Yuri?” The meek girl nods, then her eyes travel down to Minju’s pussy and slowly, so does her hand. “Oh? Be gentle Yuri, follow my lead”, Yuri have masturbated before, it was only once or twice before you all started dating. However once you go out, during her sleepless nights without you she always gets so horny. Fingering her own pussy and another girl’s pussy feels different. She never noticed the squirms and constricting feelings when she finger herself, but when she tried to finger Minju every little movement it did enthralled her.

“Ooohhhh, you're pretty good at this aren't you?” The two smiled at each other before they delved into a passionate kiss. Yuri is still submissive, but she responded to Minju's advances which pleased Minju. “Fuck, I'm cumming”, Minju was too distracted with Yuri's hand that she didn't realise what the latter said. “Yuri”, “Minju”, The two had a simultaneous orgasm, Despite Yuri leaning to the wall her legs still become all wobbly so Minju had to hold her with her free hand. “Fuck, that was nice”, It was, unfortunately you weren't there, “Babe gonna be so mad when we tell him about this”, The two silently agreed they will make it up to you. “So, we're buying some lingerie after?” 

“I just don't understand how you think this will be a healthy relationship”, Whew, it's nice to know your girlfriends are having fun while you're trying to have a peace talk over here. “We are healthy, we compliment each other, help each other. And before you say anything about Minju and Yuri's relationship I should remind you that Minju was the one who proposed to have a date together”, Somehow, you don't feel those weird jealous feelings anymore.

“Yeah? And what if they leave you? You really think they're happy having to share you because of your indecisiveness? One day they'll wake up and find out there's so much more options out there for them to take”, She's right, there's a chance for that. “And they will leave, but I don't think you two understand Yuri, much less Minju. I'm not gonna be here so brazen and ask you to give us a chance if I didn't think this relationship will work. We have plans already to keep it on the down low for now. However after meeting Minju's mom we felt confident. We agreed that whatever we have is serious, and we will commit to it. You don't have to understand it, just accept it for now. Let us go through with this arrangement and we'll show you that we are not messing around. We'll show you that what we have, is something promising and beautiful”

Well, it was a decent speech, unfortunately it's not enough to convince them. “We really don't like it, not to mention that Minju girl is a chaebols that could ruin our life. Sorry kid but we are not approving this”, You tried, “Then I'm afraid, you have no other choice”, They'll come around, one day. “She's our daughter and we get-”, You just slam the door behind you not bothering to give them any courtesy. Now what?

“Fuck, this such a shit idea”, Nevertheless you just try it, who knows, maybe it works. You returned back to your house and went to take a shower. Going to Yuri's parents house reeking of sex was a conscious decision to show them that you and Yuri don't care about what they say. However now you should definitely make sure you present your best self. Looking at your suit from two days ago you realise you still haven't sent this to the dry cleaner. “Fuck, dad gotta have some suit”, Reluctantly you walk to their bedroom door, your heartbeat going crazy as flashes of that night came back to you. “Fuck, hope you have a good taste dad”, You swallow those memories down and walk into it.

Surprisingly, your dad does indeed have a good taste. It's a little big for you, but not that noticeable. His shirt is too formal, you don't want to look too desperate. Thankfully the girls have bought you some decent clothes, so you used your own shirt and a sweater over it, of course with the suit. A nice slim fit khaki pants and your dad's leather shoes, you think it's decent. “Looking good kid”, Minho also thinks it's decent, “So your dad will also be there?” He shook his head, “Dad will come for dinner, where your girlfriends will come. For now you go talk to mom first”, Well that's reassuring.

“So, are you gonna meet her too?” He shakes his head again, “I have lunch with my girlfriend, so good luck kid I'll be cheering for you”, Just like Minju, her mom has a very expensive taste when it comes to food. “You're here, take a seat kid”, You and her are in a private room of the restaurant, not even a waitress is here. “Good afternoon ma'am”, You bow before sitting in front of her. “I must say I'm surprised when Minho said you want to talk to me. Did you had a fight with Minju already?” It'll be very disappointing if you and her already break up before her mom gets to see a spectacle.

“No, first can I ask, did you mean it? The idea you gave me back then?” Oh, it seems you are going to put on a show for her. “Hmmmm, do I? Maybe, are you seriously considering it?” You nod, “Good, go ahead and do it. Minju deserves to get everything she wants, and if your girlfriend is as beautiful as she said then having her as an extra partner would make her very happy”, Minju talked to her about Yuri? “She told you about Yuri?” She nodded while smiling. “Well, then I have something to tell you”, Her mind immediately raced quickly while her eyes were picking up on every single little motion you made and any changes in emotions on your face.

“Oh my, you three are already dating, and you told me about Yuri the first time we met because you want to plant the idea that there's a love triangle happening here”, You're not really surprised she quickly grasped it, the woman deals with lots of rich people on a daily basis. Reading and deducting people's words are probably her specialty. “Now this is interesting, so why tell me now not then”, Of course she knows why, she just wants to hear you put it into words. “You'll find out eventually, I'm not a good liar, Minju is your daughter so she can't really keep secrets from you. Obviously telling it to you on the first day because it will set a bad first impression. We planned, well I did, to tell you about it back then and have you acknowledge her existence. The idea was to let our relationship ride for a few months and after that we go out and tell you everything. That way you know we've been going strong for a while and we have a higher confidence in defending our relationship”, Satisfying answer, she's happy with your reasoning and your eloquence.

“So why are you telling me now? Something happened right?” 

“Yes, Yuri's parents and I are very close, they practically take care of me ever since my parents death”

“I'm sorry about that”

“Thank you, I'm sure you already ran a background check on me”, She smiled and shrugged.

“Anyway, after how…… open you are to the idea Yuri wanted us to tell her parents. You have to understand, one other reason on why we haven't tell you yet was because there's still some insecurities between us”

“Of course, the three of you are scared to be left by the other two”

“Correct, Yuri is especially scared of Minju. Minju is richer and much more powerful than she can ever hope to be. The one thing she can brag about is how her parents has practically accept me as their son”

“I see, they didn't take the relationship well?”

“No, yesterday we had a talk with them and things turned sour. Today I asked Minju to take Yuri out on a date so I can talk to her parents alone”

“Did they want to meet us?”

“No, they doubles down and want to break our relationship”

“Hmmm, now this is interesting, you want some advice from me?”

“No, I thought you would be smarter than this?” *Smiles sarcastically*

“Oh? Go on, piss me off”, She really wants you to push the boundaries more. She finds this type of insubordination to be amusing, she got bored of all the people licking down her feets.

“Hehehe, I'll jab you again when you make an opening. Back to the topic, I want to tell you this so I can bring Yuri to our dinner and have your help in telling Minju's dad. I'm desperate to have an approvals at least from one of my parents-in-law”

“Oh, now that's surprising. I'm an open person and I don't mind giving you three chances if it looks promising. However my husband is different, and telling him so soon might not be a good idea”

“Then I won't come to the dinner with Minju. I know I have to come because the whole family wants to check me out. Minho would be neutral, taking the side that would lead to a much more hilarious outcome. So I need at least your blessing to make sure they didn't just flat out hunt my family down and send them to the bottom of the ocean”

“Ahhhhh, very perceptive. Now let's bargain then”

“What do you want me to do?”

“If things go well, I want you to marry Minju”, Not what you expect, but also, not what you want to do.

“I can't do that, I can't just marry her and leave out Yuri”

“We'll pay for the marriage and everything else. We'll make you rich”

“On the cost of Yuri's heart”

“Well have her marry Minju then”

“I don't think same sex marriage is allowed here yet”

“I can deal with it”

“Oh, right, rich people stuff”, How is that fair?

“Hehehe, you want us to pull some strings and allow polygamy”

“No, same sex marriage is a widely accepted, what's the correct word? Practice? Whatever, it already passed in a lot of countries, and many Koreans, a decent amount of them also already wanted it to be legalised here. Polygamy is heavily frowned upon in most places. On top of that the people that do want it to be legalised are not vocal at all, nowhere near the LGBTQ community. Passing that law out of nowhere will cause major spotlights. I'm sure there's not many people who are eager to get married to multiple wives. So there's a chance the three off us will be the first one to do it which will definitely get the media attention”

“Impressive, you're smarter than what I expected”

“Well, you don't really know me-, you checked my grades didn't you?”

“Such an underachiever”

“Anyway, can you cover for me tonight?”

“Well, that depends, why don't you tell me more about how you three came to be”, Quite a warm afternoon you have. Minju’s mom is thoroughly pleased hearing your story. It's been awhile since she found some intriguing love story, and yours being a real life experience made it a plus.

“You look good Yuri”, Yuri knows it, “I should keep my hair short from now on”, She's thrilled to surprise you later. “You don't want to get a new haircut?” Minju shakes her head, “I like it when oppa ran his hand through my head”, For a second they felt the fire of competition rise again. “Come on, let's move”, For now though, they have other matters to deal with first. 

The two were driven to a secluded warehouse out of the city. A place, perfect to release their stress and finish the job. There were 2 guys waiting by the door, and they led the girls inside, to find 5 guys tied up. “Oh, nice to see you guys”, The four of them felt their heartbeat rising seeing the two people that just walked in. Anger, frustration, and fear, it's overwhelming them. The last few weeks have been a downward spiral for their life. First they got kicked out of school, then their parents lost their jobs, and their house suddenly got an eviction notice. The police knocked on their door informing them of an investigation of assault and battery, alongside a civil lawsuit for beating a helpless kid. To top it all off, the police took them in and held them in the holding cell for a week. Now, they suddenly woke up yesterday in this foul dark room while being tied up.

The moment they see who walks in, they just snap. Their muffled scream and eyes full of anger seems to raise the sadistic side of the two girls. “Hey guys, it's so nice to see you here. Remember me?” Their screams only got louder, “Min, is this really okay?” Yuri wants nothing more than to break this guy's but he's still anxious about the two bodyguards around them. “Oh relax Yuri, they won't say anything. No one will know, not even babe”, Yuri made a mental note later to ask if Minju has done this before. “Now, let's get down to business okay? You four have committed a grave sin of hurting our boyfriend. So, obviously we are here to punish you. Your sentence is death. How do you plead?” They screamed again, “Understood, Yuri, would you like the first turn?”

Skip ahead if you dont want to read some torture

Yuri glanced at the all sorts of equipment they have on the table near them. “I'll be happy too”, A hammer, of course, what else would a brute like her use. “I remember that you punched oppa's cheek right? Oh how much I wish I could rip your cheek apart right now”, Yuri gently ran her hammer through the guy's cheek. “This one looks like it can do that”, Minju pulls out a thin looking knife. She saw this type of knife before, one that her chefs use to cut some thin slices of Jamon Iberico, maybe it can be used to make some thin slices of human skin as well.  “For now, let's do this first”, Yuri pulled up her hammer and swung it hard to the poor guy's face. A muffled *crack* could be heard followed by a pained scream.

“Tckkk, this isn't fun when you get gagged”, Yuri stood up and took a small surgical knife from the table. “Now don't move, or I might accidentally cut you”, The guy is so preoccupied with the pain he had on his cheek that he didn't register the knife that's piercing through his other cheek. “FUCKKKK”, The sweet melody of suffering is invigorating for the girls. The guy tried to lunge at Yuri but the knife she’s holding just slipped upward. It penetrated his eyes making him scream even louder. As he instinctively pulled back, the knife got stuck on his eyes. Time moves slowly for Yuri, she can see how the guy's eye is being stretched like a rubber before the tension causes it to rip. Fascinating, Yuri keeps a close watch as the guy was squirming on the ground. “Your hand, they ruined my oppa's fragile body”, She picked up her hammer again, her legs stomped on his hand and held it to the ground. “Please, I'm sorry”, *crack*, “Aaaahhhhhh”, He can only watch as Yuri completely turned the bone in his hands to dust.

“This is kinda fun”, Yuri starts laughing as she stands up, “You're insane”, Oh yes, the last ditch effort to spat on her. “Should I end it fast? No, let's get your leg”, He tried to scurry away but Yuri kicked him on the head causing him to get dazed. “Now for this, I need a bigger hammer”, She took the two handed hammer that's almost as heavy as her body and returned to him. “Now, don't move”, The thrill of this torture is getting to her. She aligned her hammer on his knees before he swung up and stomped it to the ground. Unfortunately the guy moved his leg making her hit the concrete ground. “Haaaaa, you're such a rebel, just sit still and let me have fun”, Yuri used her leg to stomp on his thighs before stepping on it and used her other leg to stomp on his ankle. “Now, this feels awkward, but this should work”, Aligning her hammer to his knee again, he swung forwards before down to hit the knees between her legs.

Another *crack* can be heard, the impact of the hammer caused his leg to bend inward. His fibula broke and pierced through his skin sticking out of his leg. “Aaaaahhhh, please, just let me go”, He cries, every single cell in his body is screaming of pain, he wants to run, but deep down, he knows there's only one way this will end. “Alright, let me finish this”, Yuri walked up, having the guy's torso lay between his legs. Raising her hammer up, she's ready to destroy the guy's chest. In normal condition he would try to kick her and escape, however, the impending death is just too sickening for him. The hammer swung down, leaving a loud cracking noise, it left a crater on his chest and sent blood flying. The warm blood that splashed to Yuri's hand didn't even register for her, so she raised her hammer again and swung it down.

Over and over again she keeps swinging the hammer. Blood, bones, innards, they all fly all over the place. Every time Yuri raised her hammer over her head, blood and chunks of flesh or organ fell on to her. The realisation sinked in for the other victims, they are dead. The two bodyguards just stare at the show with no remorse nor disgust. Minju is getting horny, why does the sight of blood arouse her so much? “Aaaahhhhh, sorry Min, I got carried away, go on, your turn”, Minju smiled and helped clean some fleshy remains that caught up on Yuri's hair before she took a plier from the table.

“One of you go hold his hand for me”, One of the bodyguards forcefully grabbed the next victim's hands. “I remembered you, it seems my oppa has caused some damage to you right?” Despite your pathetic attempt at fighting them, you did manage to claw some of them and leave scars. This one in particular got his lips scratched by your desperate attacks. “Haaaa, you ruin oppa's nails, and even dirty it”, Minju opened up her plier and grabbed his nails. “Naughty boy”, In one pull she ripped his nails out of his finger. “Hmmm, are you crying? Come on I just started”, Minju smiled and grabbed his other nails, the guy let out a muffled moan, “Please”, Minju pulled another nail out.

After taking all the nails out of his fingers, Minju grabbed a drill like equipment. “I've seen this in a movie before, let's see if it works the way I think it is”, The bodyguard turned him to the side, Minju put the drill on to his ears. “Well, I guess drill is just a drill anyway”, Slowly she turned the handle, “AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH”, He could only scream as the drill slowly pierced through his ears, it was a slow and very painful experience. “Can I just pull this?” Minju pulled the drill back out, ripping its way through the man's ears. “Hmmmm, let's try this one”, Minju is experimenting through all the tools available. Skinning, cutting, penetrating, ripping his skin, all sorts of stuff. Unlike Yuri's victim, Minju’s just slowly die from all the pain and blood loss he gets. His body looks horrifying, Yuri's murder victim has his chest turned into a fleshy, bloody mess, Minju’s victim is very much intact, with hundreds of different injuries all over him. “Haaaa, your turn Yuri”

Their screams of horror and suffering echoes through the empty warehouse. It was a sight to behold, honestly you probably shouldn't. “Now, last one, let's team up, Yuri”, They left Jin for last. Out of everyone there, Jin betrayed you, hurt you emotionally. So for him, they took their sweet, sweet time. Slow and precise, inflict as much pain as they can without having him lose consciousness or die from blood loss. Once the sweet release of death was given to him, they still aren't satisfied. They continue to desecrate his body till it gets broken down to thousands of tiny pieces.

Violent part end

“Fuck, that felt good”, For a moment Yuri has forgotten about the problem with her parents. “Good to know, feeling better already?” Of course, Minju has to remind her. “Yes, thank you Minju”, The two exchanged a hug while bathed by the blood of their victims. “If things ever went wrong with your parents, we can always take care of it”, Yuri felt conflicted, only for a second. Something inside her has snapped and she has found her resolution, “If mom and dad gonna be a hindrance to our relationship. Then they're no better than these guys”, Minju cheered inside her mind.

That's right Yuri, nobody can get in our way. Let's hope they get their shits together before things get too far.

Sorry mom, sorry dad, but I can't let you stand in my way. I only have them from now on, hope you guys can come around soon.

Of course they can't get back in the car while dripping with blood. Thankfully there is a shower here for them to freshen up. “Minju, I'm not doing this again until I tell oppa”, Yuri moaned as Minju grabbed her tits. “I know, it's just…. I'm so horny after that. Fuck we should go home soon”, Yuri understand it, she is also itching to get filled by you. “You think we should put on those things to surprise him?” Minju would love to do that, “Haaaaa, oppa is tired after last night and two nights ago. Maybe tomorrow, but fuck, maybe he can finger and lick me tonight”, Yuri frowned hearing that, the itch was too much. “FUCK, fine, we should prepare something special to make it up to him for what we do today”, Let's hope your tank is already refuelled tomorrow.

“Miss Minju, your mother is expecting you at the family manor”, The driver's words cause Minju some anxiousness. “Why?” He shakes his head, “I do not know miss, I simply got contacted to bring you back home alongside with Miss Yuri”, Now that sounds super fishy. “Did you tell them about Yuri?” The driver is a loyal employee to Minju, however he's still her parents' subordinate. “I'm afraid not Miss, they asked if you're with anyone and I said no. However they told me to stop lying and bring the two of you to the family estate”, Yuri and Minju exchanged a glance for a moment. “Should we tell oppa?” They are contemplating the pros and cons from doing that.

“No, oppa would get worried, we should go there and go home quickly. Then we can tell him everything went well until mom asked me to meet her”, That way if you find them to be a little off they can blame it on Minju’s mom. “Very well, let's go then”, The two anxiously held each other's hands during the ride. “Your house is kinda big Min”, Yuri giggled nervously, Minju decided to not tell her that this is one of the smaller ones. “Ahhhh, Miss Minju, and Miss Yuri I presume. Please follow me, madam has been waiting for you”, The two followed the maid to Minju's mom’s office.

The moment they walked in their heart dropped seeing you sitting on the couch facing Minju’s mom. “Ahhhh, welcome, please have a seat”, The two just glanced at you, who's smiling innocently. They made their way to you, making sure you sit in the middle like usual. “Hahahah, you must be Yuri right? Your boyfriend has talked a lot about you”, The two start tapping their legs anxiously. Minju because she's scared what her mom will do if Yuri wasn't up to her standart, Yuri because she thinks Minju’s mom is gonna start acting like her own parents and break the relationship.

“Please don't be nervous, you saw me and her had a talk earlier today. Well actually today has been pretty long……..” You tell them about what you've been up to today. Yuri felt her heart being squeezed when she heard how you came to her parents yourself to get their approval. Minju felt really bad because while she and Yuri were busy having fun in her bathroom, you were having a fight with your in-laws. Then you told them that you and Minju's mom had lunch together where you told her everything in hope of tonight's dinner. “Oppa, you don't have to do that”, Maybe you don't, maybe you reacted to this whole thing too dramatically.

“So, I gathered you two here now to have a little chat. Minju, as you've already heard, everyone is coming to the dinner tonight. To make sure no war broke out on the table we should prepare the three of you for some questioning”

Minju's mom immediately dropped the friendly and warm attitude and turned back to her cold persona. Yuri felt suffocated by her aura alone, thankfully you were there to calm her nerves. “So, you think you can just play with my daughter's heart and get away with it?” She looks at you. “Well, I'm not playing anything. This whole thing is a group decision”, Too short. “Why are you not saying you love them?” Ooofffff, this is gonna be a hard interview.

“Out of character here for a moment, I love them, however I think it would be unwise if I just say we're in love”

“Why?” Good answer, Minju’s mom has decently high expectations from you after lunch earlier.

“Because I think everyone will condemn us as being teenagers getting high on our own hormones and not thinking logically. Again, before you say anything about what I said to you back in the party, it's a different situation. Two teenagers in love isn't that weird or unexpected, breaking it so early would hurt Minju so as long as I don't show any excessive red flags then I will be fine. Having a poly relationship is already questionable, even for adults, if the three of us use ‘love’ as our only foundation it would make it sounds like we are not completely sure about what we do”

“Hnmmm, impressive, next question then, you're trying to say that the two of them are willingly compromising with each other and get half of you simply because they wanted to?”

“Because they are scared that I might choose the other one. Honestly, the circumstances of how this started was shaky. We've been treading carefully between each other. As times goes on, we got more comfortable with this relationship and now we're going stronger and stronger everyday”

“You're playing them, out of character a bit as well, let's skip the part of you explaining about how this started. I think from our lunch earlier today you seem to be self aware and can handle yourself. Back to the question, you're playing them, they have to love you fully and you only love them with half of what you can. Are you open with the idea of them dating other guys then?”

“No, because they would be cheating”

“Hypocrite, and a swine”

“Who used swine for an insult? Also they would be cheating because the maths equation you have is wrong. I love them half each, and they love me also half each. They love each other too for the other half”

“What?” The two girls stayed quiet for some time, like 5 seconds, making you and Minju's mom feel a little irritated.

“That's right, today they went out on a date. As you've known, Minju is gay, although it turns out she's bi. So she also has some attraction with Yuri, while Yuri here is still confused about her feelings. They've been reacting to these feelings between them. Today the two of them just went out to a date together, without me”

“Is this true?”

“Yes, yes it's true. Yuri and I have some connections the same way we have with oppa. I noticed it wasn't just a physical attraction since earlier today when I felt hurt for her after hearing what happened with her”

“What happened yesterday?”

“Me and oppa had a talk with my parents. They've been taking care of oppa and his sister for awhile ever since their parents death. So we thought we needed to come clean sooner than later. It didn't work out”

“So you think it would work out today?”

“I hope so, out of character this is the part where I would tell them about what you told me back in the party”

“Very well, let's skip over that part. To be honest I'm not quite sure what's gonna happen after. On top of that Minho is too unpredictable so let's just end it here”

You feel like you did a decent job, “Well done you”, She also thinks so. “However for you two, I am disappointed, especially you Minju”, She turned to the two girls. “What? You're the one who keeps asking him not us”, Although that is true, Yuri still hasn't grasped the nature of the test. “And you didn't do anything when your boyfriend was being pressured. Remember this, my husband will not blame Minju by any means and seeing you he will realise you're too meek to corrupt Minju. Which leaves your boyfriend, he will be the one getting pressured relentlessly. So you two can either shut up and speak once you're spoken to or you can help him”

The two look at you with a guilty expression, “Come on now don't be sad, it's just an exercise. We got this”, The two exchanged glances for a second. Rock-paper-scissors, Yuri wins, she melts in your arms as you two kiss. Minju left a bite mark near your lips after her kiss which probably isn't a good idea. “I don't care, dad needs to find out that we are inseparable, whether he likes it or not”, Her mom nodded stoically. “How long till dinner?” One hour left, Minju's mom left the room for the three of you to catch up first.

“Baby, you don't need to do this okay?” Yuri feels so guilty she might just cry. “No baby, I know I might be overreacting to this whole thing. I just don't want you to brood at home when me and Minju go out for dinner, okay?” Yuri leaped into your embrace, her mind filled with guilt, anxiety, and most importantly, anger. 

Fuck, if mom and dad wasn't so fucking stubborn oppa wouldn't need to do this. I hate them, that's it I don't fucking care anymore.

Yuri shifted her gaze to Minju for a second, the latter immediately understood what Yuri wanted. Since you went so far for them they will have to do the same for you. One chance, that's what Yuri's parents are getting, either they take it or they'll be removed from Yuri's and your life forever.

The three of you simply cuddle up for an hour to gather your energy for the dinner. Although, there's something you didn't know yet, Minju’s mom is very slick. “So, this is Yuri?” You definitely didn't expect Minju's dad to suddenly come into the office with his wife holding his hand. “Dad?” Minju felt confused, and she eyed her dad for a moment, he doesn't seem mad, for now. “I've heard everything”, The two were confused by his words, but you immediately understand, that her mom has recorded the talk from before.

Hmmm, he noticed it? My, my, Minju, you've found yourself a diamond huh?

“I've recorded the conversation from earlier, and filled in about what we talked about this lunch”, She dragged him to sit in front of you. This sight of her smiling all cheerfully is very off putting. Silence lingered in the room for a while, “Dad, we are having a good thing going on here, and I don't want you to start looking at us like we're stupid kids who don't know what we're doing”, Minju opened. “You are stupid kid who doesn't know what they're doing”, Very good argument.

“Just give us a chance, please”, Yuri can't fuck this up, she has to make this work. “At least, tell us what we need to do to get a chance to prove ourselves”, He looked at you with calculating eyes. “What do you hope to gain from this?” Whew, another round of questioning. “What other people expect to gain from a relationship, a loving partner” He shakes his head, “You, in particular, what does it mean to date two girls”, Well he's right somewhat, you can't just treat them both as one. You stayed quiet for some time, which worries the two girls. Minju's father is somewhat pleased you didn't just answer immediately, although it is a bad thing if you still haven't asked yourself that question.

“I just want to make everyone happy”, That's the best you can come up with? Really? “Happy? Are you three truly happy?” Obviously yes, seeing the three of you nod in sync made Minju's mom smile happily. “Then what if a fight happens? Every relationship will have some disagreement and fights”, While the two are very confident that it will never happen, you try to be realistic. “There's three of us, so when an argument breaks between two the third one will be neutral, despite their alignment. If two of us keep fighting over and over then we need an intervention and talk things out”, Unfortunately for you, the middleman is always you.

“But we won't get into any fights”, Minju thinks she's helping, “We can always find a peaceful way before any fights happens”, Yuri thinks she's putting the closing statement. Minju's father is thoroughly unimpressed with the childish display of your two girlfriends. A nervous smile grew on your face, “You're right honey, he is not as dumb as the grades show him to be”, Oooffff, he also knows about that. “You would've known that when you heard your head of security report about the incident”, Of course, someone was listening to the conversation you had with that nameless idiot. “I will give you a chance”, Yuri and Minju are excited and a happy smile grows on their face, you on the other hand felt like you just narrowly dodged a bullet.

“I have my eyes on you”, Well, another bullet may be on the way, “Thank you sir, we won't waste this chance”, For now, you have passed the test with flying colours, he will keep a close eye on you. “Well now that's settled, let's break the news to the rest. Come on we have a dinner to attend to”

Third round, thankfully with the approval of the parents surely Minju’s siblings will accept this openly right? “Dad you can't be seriously considering this”, Not really, “Seojin-ah, mom and dad already questioned us and they think this relationship is worth a chance”, Thankfully Minju actually stepped up and shielded the three of you. “Minju, you can't seriously think this is healthy”, Seojin is the eldest of the siblings, he is huge, bigger than Minho, which makes his anger seem much more scary. “It is healthy, the three of us are still going strong despite all the problems that arose”, Well openly admitting problems have come your way isn't very smart.

“So you do know this thing attracts problems. Minju you have a lot of eyes on you, if words come around do you have any idea how much more problematic things will go”, God family drama has been feeding you too much. “So what?” Hey at least the food is insanely good, they said their private chef cooked this up, perhaps you should start learning how to cook. “Minju do-”, You can't take it anymore, “Seojin-hyung please, I've spent the whole day today having this kind of talk since morning. Whatever you want to ask us, I've already heard it a thousand times, and I've answered it a thousand times with different tweaks to the sentence each time. Minju's parents already gave us their blessing, at least a chance for us to let this ride for now. Please, can we have a light-hearted conversation for dinner? I promise I can answer all your questions next time”, Oohhh, very dominant of you.

“I'm not your Hyung”, He glared at you, “Very well Hyung”, Minho started laughing like a hyena or something. “Seojin, the boy is right, let them have a peaceful dinner will you? Let's talk about this later”, Minju’s mom covered for you. Seojin glared at you for a moment before drowning himself in his food. 

“So, Brutus, why do you come clean with mom? Something happened little guy?” Minho changed the topic, well somewhat changed the topic. The dinner went quite peacefully after that, Minju’s mom spent most of the time asking questions to the three of you to know more about this conversation and also to know more about you and Yuri. “So why Brutus though?” Well that topic is bound to come up sooner or later. “Well, in my last year in middle school, there was a school play. My class appointed me as one of the actors. They put me as Brutus, and I had like 5 lines. Then practice came around and I was pretty good so they adjusted to give a bit more line and character for me. Well I was performing really well in practice, since I was a loner people didn't really expect me to be able to actually perform. Of course the actual performance came and I nailed my part. However since I was a bit of an outcast at the time people didn't really know me well. So they just start referring to me as Brutus. It's really recent, on my first day in highschool I made some new friends and he called me Brutus so I was like, why not. Time to have some rebranding. I don't know, it felt like the new name was pretty silly but it does give me some extra confidence, especially to talk with Minju. Things just took off from there”

Minho was nodding, of course he investigated where you got that name from and got the recording of the performance. “I think it's cute”, Minju pinched your cheek, “I think it's pretty disrespectful of everyone at our school to not bother learning your name. Haaaaa, but since you like it I guess it's fine? I never used that name anyway”, Yuri ruffled your hair. “Both can be true, so you're a good actor then, Brutus?” Definitely not, “Hell yes, I got the recording mom, he was impeccable”, Again, you are questioning Minju's statement that her family is not the mafia. “Really? We should watch it after then”, Minju frowned, she really wants to go home and just spend the night away with you two. Yuri also frowned, because she remembered a very despicable scene from that drama.

“I really think we should do it later mom, we have a long day already and we have school tomorrow”, However her mom just shook her head, “You should just skip tomorrow, beside you three can spend the night here. You three are exhausted so the thin wall wouldn't really reveal anything”, You felt relieved, knowing these girls they will definitely try to get a few more rounds in after what you did for them today. “Mom we can't just skip school, also Yuri and oppa don't have any clothes here”, For now at least. “Just lend Yura your clothes and Brutus can use mine, come on eat faster we have a show to catch”, Minho really wants to see the girls reaction to your intimate scene with your in-drama-wife.

“Yeah, I guess we can spend the night here”, Oh no, the girls are pissed, they really, really, and by that they really do not want to spend any second longer with anyone else but you. “That settles it, come on chop, chop, we have a show to catch”, Despite that the girls decided to just follow what you want, they are loyal like that. The idea that you will be killed once that kissing scene came up never crossed your mind. Until the scene actually came up, and you feel both of your hands being crushed. “Oh my, very feisty”, Minju’s mom's commentary doesn't help you. She saw how Yuri and Minju were very angry and jealous. She wants to fan the fire even more. “Is that your ex Brutus? She's kinda beautiful you know, you plan to, you know”, Minho also likes to see you suffer, “No, and he will never talk to her again”, Yuri said while glaring at Minho. “I need to use the restroom”, Thankfully the two let you go, unfortunately Minju's sister was waiting for you once you got out of the bathroom.

“Oh, hello Noona”, She steps in your way, “Uhmmm, everything is fine?” From the looks on her face, it seems like no. “If you hurt Minju-” Jesus you're fed up with this, “Yes I get it, I've heard that a thousand time like I said earlier”, She is not entertained by your defiance, “Just because mom and dad-”, You are not in the mood for this, “Doesn't mean you give us your, I get it”, She's pissed off. For a moment she felt like you are an absolute threat to her, why is her ego so fragile? “I swear if you cut me-”, Challenge accepted, “Or what?” Thankfully as her anger rose her defence mechanism kicked in. She stares at you with cold calculating eyes, she deduces you're trying to piss her off on purpose. Of course you were just really tired and not giving a fuck.

“What's your name?” You feel offended, “You know my name already and you probably know about my whole history”, She for one actually didn't do a background check on you out of respect to Minju. After this exchange she will, you tried to walk but she moved in front of you. Stubborn as you are you just keep walking until your head bumped to her, “I need to go back to my girlfriends…. Please”, Your smile looks more like a shitty grin if anything. It's like a clash of the titans, your stubbornness is trying to push back against her calm anger. Being this close she picks up upon every little detail about you. Your awkwardly brushed hair as you still haven't figured out how to deal with this new haircut. Your worn out outer piece that doesn't mix very well with your new and pristine shirt and sweater. Your somewhat sweaty smell as you've been wearing this outfit the whole day. Your eyes, that screams aggravation and exhaustion. She noticed that you aren't a rebellious piece of shit, just tired from having this whole situation and wasn't really in the right mind. She took a deep breath and moved aside, the looks she gave you had changed but of course you didn't notice it. Without saying a word you move past her and get back to the girls.

He smells nice.

“Took you long enough”, Minju grumbled as she hugged you, “I feel tired”, Your exhausted voice turns the girls into panic mode. “Are you okay oppa”, Yuri grabbed your forehead afraid that you might catch a cold, “Yeah, I just want to sleep”, Minju turns to her mom, “Mom oppa is tired we're going to sleep for the night”, The performance was about to hit the climax, but they don't care. “That's a shame, go rest up then sweeties, good night”, It's still 7 PM.

Minju's bedroom was comically large, “Min, this room is bigger than my house”, She just smiled nervously. “Let's take a shower oppa, wait Min we need some clothes for him”, Minju ran off leaving you with Yuri. “Babe, don't act like that”, Yuri embraced you as she let out her frustration. “I'm really sorry oppa, I was useless. When I was out with Minju, having fun and winding down. You're out here trying to-”, Yuri hates this feeling for being so helpless. “It's okay babe, you know I hate it when you're feeling insecure like this. So drop it off, you'll do it for me”, At least she's not crying. “I know, I have to make it up to you”, Right now the only thing Yuri can do for you is offer you her body, which is a pretty sad way of viewing herself.

“Here you go babe, come on let's get you cleaned”, Minju dropped the clothes on the bed before pulling me up. “You know, me and Yuri were having fun in the shower earlier today”, That sounds hot, “Shit, I should've come to take a shower with you guys”, The two are scrubbing your whole body while you just stand under the shower quietly. “Oppa you did take a shower before you talk to my parents right?” You just laughed and shook your head. “That's so ballsy babe, good”, Let's be honest here, you were also too lazy to take a shower. “Well, gotta show them that me and you two are a thing, whether they like it or not”, You glance to see Yuri is staring at Minju’s wound, the bite mark you left her.

“I want one”, She pulled out her cute pout, “Well, I don't think it's as hot as you think it is”, Needless to say you're still eager to give her one. You pushed her to the wall, one leg went in between hers. “I'll do it, if you promise me you won't call yourself useless again”, She nodded, you smiled before setting her hair aside. “I haven't got to say you look good with short hair babe”, Despite the shower running you can tell she's getting wet already. “Baby, don't tease me unless you want to fuck me”, You laughed before kissing her shoulder, making her shake gently. “Move aside babe”, Minju whispered in your ears. You see in a….. throuple? It's a buy one get one free, so Yuri wants your bite mark, she got Minju’s as well. 

“Fuckkkk”, Yuri whimpered, your hand slowly explored her body and squeezed her tits. “Oh yeah like that”, Your hand travelled down to her crotch to find Minju's hand is also travelling there as well. She pulled down yours to Yuri's pussy before her hand travelled through yours and hop off to continue pinching and massaging Yuri's tits. Your finger starts penetrating her making her moan even louder, the metallic taste of her blood touched your tongue so you let go of her shoulder. “Fucking hell”, It's so unfair for Yuri, seeing blood trickling down lips was too hot. “I'm cumming”, Your hand got even wilder as she started squirting all over the bathroom floor. “Holy shit, oh my god that was great”, Yuri forgot all about the depressing thought she had from earlier.

“Great that you like it babe, but now it's my turn”, Minju pulled Yuri's face to her shoulder. “This is so weirdly hot”, You laughed before you kissed Minju. This time Yuri got the job of fingering so your hand just cooperates with your mouth to pleasure Minju’s tits. Unlike Yuri, Minju can't last long, she's been very horny after the stress relief activities with Yuri earlier today. “I'm cumming babe”, Her hand latched onto you as she felt her body spasm out of control.

“Hehehehe, is it oppa's turn then?” Yuri looks up to you while cleaning her mouth. It was off putting, especially her crazy eyes but you don't really mind. “I really have no gas in my tanks now girls, and I might catch a cold. Let's finish up and you can do it later while we're in bed”, The two want to protest but their legs are very tired as well. “Well it's better to do it when we're laying down”, The shower finish up quickly and the three of you get on bed. Unlike on Yuri and Minju, your mark is on your neck. “Ahhhh fuck girls, do you really have to….. shit aggghhhh”, Your cries of pains is like music to their ears. Obviously they don't want to hurt you, but only threading lightly between the line of pain and pleasure. “You taste so good oppa”, Yeah, that's not creepy at all, “Yeah, I want to just eat you right up babe”, Very normal behaviour. 

“Girls, let's get some sleep, I'm tired as fuck today”, How thoughtful of them to drink up all your blood before giving you a good night kiss. “Should we clean this unnie?” Minju laughed and nodded, “You should call me unnie from now on, and let's get the band aids”, As the night continues peacefully you are unaware of the paranoia your friend Doyoung is going through. 

“What the fuck you mean they went missing”, He knows Minju gonna do some legal works to fuck up his friends life but he never expected this. “They went missing, when Jin's mom went to the police and asked to see her son, the police went and showed him that he's not there. They never arrested Jin and the others in the first place. She even told them the badge of the guys that took them but the badge wasn't even registered. Dude I'm telling you, that bitch is a mob”, Dear god, Minju would've loved to be here just to see Doyoung's face turned into horror and fear. “Fuck….. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCKKKK. I don't know what to do, fuck this I'm not talking to them ever again. You all should fucking leave them alone as well if you know what's good for you”, They already did that, it's just Doyoung who is hellbent on having fun with teasing you. The news spreads like fire, everyone in your school finds a new fear to unlock. Ever since then, no one ever goes as far as stare in your general direction.

“Did something happen?” Seeing Doyoung fully committed to avoiding you weirded you out. “We just send some ultimatum to make sure everyone leaves us alone”, Minju sees the scared look everyone gave you which made her happy. From now on your high school life will be peaceful. “Oppa, I think we should skip art class today, I have a plan”, Yesterday you three skipped class and just spent the day cuddling on Minju's bed. Despite it being a very fun time for you, the girls feel like they are being edged by you. They are hungry. “Haaaaaa, fine”, You're also kinda horny after spending a full day being embraced by the two girls.

“Hehehe, let's go then, I know where you wanted to go Yuri”, Minju and Yuri have planned for some risky session in school, now they're gonna pull out one of them. The risky place is the gym equipment room. “This place feels…. Dangerous”, It's your hentai experience that's talking. “It's okay babe, go to the corner, me and Yuri have a surprise for you”, Minju shakes the bag she's bringing. Anticipation plastered your face before you turned around and just faced the wall. You heard the ruffling of clothes while waiting, every second seems to make you even more aroused. “We're ready”, You could start a tornado with how fast you turned.

The two are wearing some super slutty school outfits. A shirt that's being tied together that exposes their midriff, a red skirt that's short enough to expose their ass, and knee high white socks. You've seen these outfits in a lot of porn, but let's be real, things are different when you see them in real life. Especially when they are worn by your girlfriends, the two most beautiful women in the world.

“Do you like it oppa”, Yuri squeezed her hands together making her boobs almost pop out of her thought shirt. “We're kind of scared that this would be too basic”, Minju turned to the side and ran her hands up her thighs and pulled up her skirt exposing her pale round ass. “But seeing your reaction, I guess it's good enough”, You let out a little laugh as you walk towards them. Despite their effort to stun you with the outfit and their sex appeal, they ended up getting stunned instead. Your smirk and the whole aura you gave off as you walked towards them made them squirm in their place. “It's perfect”, You grabbed Minju by the waist using one hand and pulled her on to you. “Oppaaaa”, Yuri whined as you kissed Minju but it was short lived as your other hand grabbed her breast and squeezed it. “So wet already?” Your hand on Minju travelled down and went to her pussy. 

“Babe, ahhhh, right there”, You smiled and turned to Yuri who's biting her lip seductively. “Come here”, With one rough pull you ripped her shirt letting those melons fall out. You grab her by the waist as your head travels down to take her breast into your mouth. “Oooohhhh, oppa harder”, Your teeth dug deeper into her breast making her squeal. “Oh fuck Oppa, I'm gonna cum before you get to fuck me”, Minju moaned as your hand never stop fingering her. “Fucking hell, you first Min”, You pushed Minju to sit on, whatever that sturdy thing was, you're too distracted to analyse it. She spreads her leg showing off her eager pussy, you smile and take off your pants. 

Aligning your cock with her pussy, you decided there's no time for teasing, with one quick thrust you buried your cock deep into her. “Fuck, baby you're still too big for me”, Thankfully your cock hasn't magically shrunk, yet. “Fucking hell Min, you're always so slutty”, Her walls clamped your cock, almost suffocating it with it's tightness. “Oppa, play with me too”, Yuri pulled your hand craving for your attention. You wrapped your hand around her and grabbed her ass as your mouth travelled to her tits. Biting on to it before sealing your lips around her nipples. You keep sucking on them so hard that it might start lactating soon, your hand was grabbing her ass so roughly it might get bruised.

“Babe, me to-”, Deciding not to deal with two needy women at the same time your other hand slapped her cheem. “Shut up”, The pain sends a thrill around Minju’s body, coupled with your stern eyes she feels her orgasm is drawing near. “Look at you Yuri, you might just cum from my hands, are you close baby?” You whispered in her ears, “Yeah oppa, fuck I'm so close”, Your hand let go of her. “We can't let that happen can we?” You laughed as she let out an angry whine. “Fuck baby I'm so close. Fill me up, fill me to the brim, breed me”, You smiled as your hand grabbed Minju’s waist. “Well, wait until I'm done then”, You picked up your pace and start fucking her rougher and faster. Every thrust made her body shake and jiggle roughly. Minju can feel your nails sinking on to her waist, the impact of your waist clashing on to hers, and most importantly, your cock that's splitting her apart. The pain…. It excites her.

“Oppa please, let me cum”, Hearing Minju's desperate plea you just smiled, “Be a good girl and shut up”, You know you're getting closer as well, but you want to see her break. You keep holding in your ejaculations while Minju is desperately trying to hold hers as well. She's falling hard, every thrust is a knock on her orgasm that keeps yelling to be let out. She can't just cum, she really wants to hold it in but she can't. Her tears run down her face as her mind is losing its sanity. “Oppa”, Seeing her so frail in your hand you can't hold it back anymore, “I'm cumming”, Your declaration was not needed as Minju is so sensitive she can feel the throbbing cock inside her. “Fuck babeeeee”, she screams as your cum paints her inside, oh yeah without those pills she will be pregnant by now. 

“Oppa”, Without giving you any time for recuperation Yuri starts whining. You look down to see her grinding on your leg desperately. “Get up”, She smiled and jumped up, then she turned her back on you as she picked up something from the bag. “Are you sure?” You said as she handed you a bottle of lube, “Yes, ruin me oppa”, She leaned down and rested her hand on whatever Minju was sitting on. “Ooohhh, Yuri is already so eager”, Minju was scooping out some of the cum on her vagina using her fingers before she started sucking on them. “Aaaahhhh”, Yuri said, the two then had fun trying to get your sperm out of Minju's pussy to share and drink.

You squirted some lube to your fingers and on Yuri's hole. Slowly your finger circles around the entrance before it pushes in. “Ahhhh”, Yuri moaned but it didn't stop her from using her tongue to explore Minju's pussy. One finger, then two, then three, well Yuri seems to be eager. “I'm going in babe”, Yuri immediately stopped eating Minju out and went back to the leaning position. “Well, at least I have some snacks”, Minju smiled as she continued her previous activities. “Slowly oppa”, Yuri whimpered, you raised your hand and slapped her ass, “I'll do what I want babe”, This only makes her asshole even more eager. You did start slow, first you pushed your tip in, and her asshole almost chopped it off with its tightness.

“Oh fuck, you're so tight Yuri”, You let out a groan, unbeknownst to you, Yuri was sending a victory smile towards Minju. Albeit, the pain she's having made it look more like a winced than a smile. “Before you say anything you should try to take oppa's full lengths first”, Minju loves anal, and she knows if she's struggling to take you in her ass after all her toys, then Yuri is gonna be suffering. You slowly pushed deeper, making Yuri start flailing and shaking wildly. Never once that stopping you came across her mind, she will handle your size, even if it means splitting her ass apart. “Holy fuck this is too much”, You're still somewhat sensitive from Minju and now your cock is overly stimulated by Yuri, you might just cum any second now.

“Oh my god you love this don't you?” Minju grabbed both of Yuri's tits and pinched her nipples. “Ahhhhh, oppa, I'm coming”, Yuri moaned, “Fucking hell, you thrust into her, you can't keep it up anymore. “Ooohhhh, oppa”, Yuri moaned as you grabbed her waist and raised her up. With her leg dangling from the ground Yuri went through an orgasm in a helpless state, being held up by your cock and hands. “Fuck, oppa I can't stand anymore”, You gently put her down while holding her until she can try to hold herself up. Minju got off her seat and kneel underneath Yuri, “My treat”, Fuck it this is porn don't think about the hygiene.

“Min, If you really want some, you can take it from the tap”, You grabbed Minju's face before shoving your cock into her mouth. Minju loves it when you become so dominant like this, she relaxed her throat as your cock slowly pushed deeper. “Oppa, kiss me”, Yuri stand behind Minju while holding the latter’s head. “You're so fucking needy you know that?” You grabbed her chin and pulled her for a kiss. Your waist continues moving to fuck Minju while Yuri held her head to make sure she can't move anywhere. Minju was handling it pretty well….. for the first few minutes.

“Fuck, you okay Min?” You pulled out seeing Minju is struggling to breath. Minju felt relieved, but also a bit defeated as she felt she can't handle you. “I'm sorry”, You just laughed and patted her head, “It's okay babe”, Yuri then sat down next to Minju. “My turn”, Minju and you look at her with questioning eyes, “What? You two are so mean”, She frown. “Listen Yuri, why don't you use this assets of yours to pleasure babe. Let me help you”, Minju get the lube bottle back and smear it all over Yuri's tits. “Oh yeah”, You laughed seeing what's about to come, other than you that is.

“Come here babe”, You moved in front of Yuri. Minju kneeled behind Yuri and grabbed Yuri's tits from behind. As you put your cock in between her tits, Minju starts enveloping it with Yuri's soft melons. The squishy and warm feeling that your cock is feeling made you feel like in heaven. Top it off with the two girls looking at you with submissive and horny eyes, you might not last long. “Do you like it when my tits are wrapping you oppa?” You just smiled and groaned. “Babe definitely loves it, look at him, bathed in ecstasy, fighting against his orgasm that's building up”, Minju is right, the soft and warm feelings enveloping your cock are so different from what you're used to. Of course, it is just as good, the fight is still going and you're losing. “Fuck I'm coming”, This made Minju move even faster, “Cum for me oppa, cum all over my tits please”, Yuri helped by using her sweet voice and irresistible face. “Fuck, I'm cumming”, Despite already cumming twice your sperm is still flying all over the place coatings Yuri's tits and both of their face.

As your ejaculation passed, the two hungry jumped on each other's face trying to lick every drop. After that Minju got down and started sucking your sperm on Yuri's tits, the pleasure from Minju's mouth and tongues distracted Yuri from taking some for herself. Thankfully Minju is kind, “Open up, Yuri”, Yuri opened her mouth eagerly while Minju slowly dripped the mixture of your sperm and her saliva down to Yuri's mouth. As the last drop fell she leaned down and the two exchanged a passionate kiss. The mixture keeps exchanging places inside their mouth, coating every inch of their mouth. Their hands can't be kept to themselves so they start exploring each other’s body. You pick up a mattress from the corner of the room, checking it, smelling it, touching it, well it's clean enough. You drop it to the ground and just sit and watch the girls.

After 10 minutes of gripping and make out session the girls, ‘evenly’ split the cum before gulping it down. Then they turned to you, hungry for more, “Didn't we say we are only gonna skip art class?” You laughed as you lay down on the mattress, “We can skip it all”, You start reconsidering Minju's offer to do homeschooling. That can be talked about later, for now, it's round two.

“Why do you look so exhausted? What did you do back in school?” Eunbi somewhat guessed the answer already, “My girlfriends”, You are kind enough to confirm it. “You absolute idiot, just drop out already if you don't want to go to school. Where did you go in the last three days anyway?” Right, you haven't met her since Sunday morning. “Alright, that's….. you know what you do you, I really can't wrap my head around you, your girlfriends and those crazy families”, Eunbi would be lying if she said she's not concerned, but of course it's not like she can do anything to change your mind or keep you safe. “Thank you, the dinner tonight is cancelled or what?” She shakes her head, “My girlfriend is coming here at 7”, You never asked her actually. “Why didn't you tell me you have a girlfriend?” She rolled her eyes, “Because I want to prank you, and because you're a pervert”, You feel offended, of course you are a pervert but it still hurts you.

“Why am I a pervert?” She just frowned, “Your whole porn stash is just lesbian porn”, That's true but, “How do you know about that?” Do you even want to ask though? “When your laptop broke and I had to take it to the shop they told me there's too much porn in the storage that the memory has hard time finding space to keep temporary files”, Ah, that's why, “Did they think that was your laptop?” Her glare says yes. “Well, I should take a shower and call up the girls then”, Excusing yourself before she explodes has become a skill you developed this last year.

“She should be here any minute now”, Both of your girlfriends are anxiously waiting next to you. They don't like you meeting new girls, even if it's your sister's girlfriend. Not long, a knock on the door can be heard. Eunbi went to open it to reveal her girlfriend. Short hair, somewhat tall, well your sister is pretty short so it's not a fair comparison. She wore a black baggy t-shirt, red flannel and cargo pants, to top off the tomboy vibe she also wore a black hat and had a band aid on her cheek. “Good evening welcome to our humble abode”, She raised her eyebrow while following Eunbi to sit in front of you. “Thanks kid but I've been here a lot”, How the fuck would you not notice it? Oh right you were a shut in who blast music at full volume and stayed in your room 16 hours a day.

“The foods are still hot, so let's just eat”, Eunbi seems somewhat nervous, you're not sure if she's embarrassed of you or her girlfriend. “Name is Ryujin kid, I heard a lot about you. Although Eunbi said that we're having a double date dinner”, She eyed Minju and Yuri who just stared at her blankly. “We are”, Since when have you become so sassy? The girls immediately understood and took turns to kiss your cheek before scooping some of the rice for themselves. “Huh, that's unexpected”, There was a clear disapproval on her voice but she refrained for now.

“Eunbi never told you about this?” You just smile as you also fill your plate. “Nope, although I see why”, The cynical tone made the girls a little pissed. “Correct this is pretty complicated”, You find this amusing, “No, this is embarrassing”, Well, at least the girl doesn't have to be scared of you getting taken away by some college chick. Now they just have to worry on how to teach this girl a lesson. “Embarrassing because I can have two girlfriends while she and you only have one?” Maybe you should just copy Minho's physique and not his personality. “You're brave kid”, Eunbi slammed the table to silence us, “Stop antagonising him and you also stop acting like a bitch”, You just shrugged and started eating.

“So how do you two meet?” Oh Ryujin is definitely losing her respect to you by the seconds, “We're in the same major, she's my upperclassmen who help tutor me during my internship. Now stop this stupid display of yours”, Eunbi kicked you from below the table. “You're no fun, haaaaa where should we start girls?” Ryujin slowly went from disdain to confusion as you told her the story of how the three of you came together. “And yes, the two of them are fine with it, I'm getting tired of hearing that question and so are they”, You continued eating as Ryujin was digesting the food and information. “How about you let them speak first?” The girls just shrugged. “Oppa already said what needs to be said, and he can put it better than us”, Not convincing enough, “What else is there to be said, babe already put it nicely for us”, Definitely not convincing.

“Listen ma'am”, Eunbi stares at you telling you not to call her girlfriend that, “We had this conversation way too many times already during the course of this weekend. Can't blame us for being too tired to try and convince you. What's important is that my sister is convinced and you are aware about this”, Ryujin turned to Eunbi. “I was sceptical at first too, but after a while you will see they have a pretty strong bond. On top of that there's just no way to stop this so for now I'll just let them ride. Don't make any sex jokes”, Good call, you don't have any creative ones anyway.

Ryujin stares at you coldly for a while, which doesn't sit right with the girls. “Is there anything you want to say?” Yuri said angrily. “Babe, don't be rude”, You patted her head making her sigh, Minju pulled your hand as well, if Yuri gets one then she needs to have one as well. “Sorry about them, they get cranky when I'm around other girls”, You've come to terms with that already? “I expected a lot from you, Eunbi told me a lot about you. Even Yuna has some praises about you, but I never expected this”, On the topic of other girls, how does she know about Yuna?

“Who's Yuna?” Eunbi beat you to it, “My sister, and his ex”, Head pat faster bro, otherwise the girls might just snap. “What? You have an ex?” Even faster, “It was just a fling, right babe?” Is this gaslighting or threatening? “It was a while ago”, Should you pull your hands and piss the girls off or should you just leave it there with the risk of losing them. “She didn't talk like it was just a one time thing”, Ryujin picked up on the girls’ anger. “Really? What did Yuna say about our boyfriend?” Minju leaned in, “Well, he was romantic, kind and also very funny”, The two turned to you. “Come on girls you know I don't really know much about what Yuna thinks of me”, Immediately Ryujin’s view flipped. You're not a fuckboy who roped two innocent girls into this relationship, you were the one who got roped in, with chains and leash.

“It was a while ago, probably not long after she graduated”, Ryujin is pretty kind huh, “Yeah, I guess she does view it a little more fondly than me”, The crisis has been averted for now. The pity that Ryujin had for you and the gratitude you have for her smooth out the rest of the dinner. The three of you excused yourself, leaving the house for her and your sister. “Baby were you serious back then?” You tried to do some history lesson to remember what Minju is referring to. “What?” You failed, “Being homeschooled”, Right, you did mention it after school. “I don't know, I was a little scared that both of your families would find out and cause some trouble. Of course with your parents blessing and Yuri's out of the way maybe it wasn't a bad idea”, The two nod happily. “Good, we're leaving from tomorrow”, Not tomorrow but Yuri doesn't want to spend any more time in the school you're about to leave anyway. “Yeah, a new chapter”

The next day you told Eunbi the news which of course, doesn't faze her anymore. “Do what you want”, She can only pray that good things happen to you from now on. Yuri's parents don't budge for a second, “Yuri you're our only child, would you really do this to your own parents?” Her mom cried, “I really can't deal with this, just….. call me when you have a change of heart”, The three of you left them bawling their eyes out. Minju's parents don't mind, her mom happily let the three of you live in the house you had dinner with last Sunday. You have a sneaking suspicion that her dad is okay since it means he can monitor you more closely. Hopefully he doesn't mind hearing reports of all the sex you three gonna go through. “That is wise yes, you, you will learn under me”, Why is her sister so adamant on taking you under her wings. Your spidey senses are tingling and so do the girls. After hours of back and forth between them and Yoojin, the latter finally gives up, for now. “You will work under me, I need to keep an eye on you”, Her parting words left you with some sense of dread. “It's okay oppa, don't mind her”, Yuri kissed your cheek, “Yeah, now let's go shopping”, Minju the sugar mom of the relationship took you out on an outing.

You were dreading this trip because you know your leg will be drying and your arms will fall off. However the fear seems to be prescient as an unexpected encounter happens when the girls went to the bathroom. “Beeeee?” A voice from the past causes chills to run down your spine. You turned to the source of the voice to see a face you wish to never see again. “It is you”, Yuna jumped to hug you, the memories all flashed in front of you, the smell of her shampoo, the tender hands she used to caress your head, the thin figure that you used to embrace.

“Hey Yun, didn't expect to see you hear”, If she notices your shivering dry voice, she doesn't show it. “Oh my god I missed you so much. Doyoung refused to say anything about you so I thought you got kidnapped too”, Too? What does she mean by too? “Oh? What happened?” She tilted their head in confusion while her face was filled with worry. “Right, you never care about anything. Some of our friends got kidnapped and went missing, Jin was one of them”, The chill in your spine turned into a sick twisted crunch as if Bane just snapped it in half with his knee. “Oh right, I heard, Jin went missing. Although I never heard the updates on them being kidnapped”

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

“Yeah, you be careful out there okay? Also I heard you got a girlfriend?” Right, talking about girlfriends, “Yuna? What are you doing here?” Yuri wrapped her arm around yours while staring at Yuna coldly. “Haaaaa, I knew it, you two will always end up together”, Thankfully Yuna is a bit of an airhead so she can be sweet to soften the anger Yuri is having. “So you're Yuna?” Minju wrapped your other arm, “Yes, and you are?” Yuna tilted her head to Minju, “I'm Minju, nice to meet you, I've heard a lot about you”, Minju hid her animosity better. “Wait, what's happening here Beeeeee?” The name was just short for Brutus but the way she says it makes it sound way too cute.

“It's complicated, Yuna, this is Yuri you already know her, this is Minju, she transferred to our high school. They're my girlfriends”, Yuna raised her eyebrow before laughing. “Oh my god, little bee has grown up now? Catching girls' hearts left and right?” She ruffled your hair, with a hand that she will lose soon enough. “It's complicated, you should ask your sister, did you know she's dating mine?” She nodded, “Unnie said you were annoying, shit I should've asked her about your girlfriend. Well anyway nice to meet you two, it's good to see you step out of your cocoon Bee. I need to go, text me sometime okay?” 

Now that she's gone, let's try not to make it permanent. Like dead, not like you will see her again. “Girls, should we go home”, Ahhhhh the old clashing aura that you did not miss at all. “Yes, let's go home”, The two wrapped your arms like an anaconda, but with venoms ready to be injected into you. The ride was so quiet you could feel your heartbeat deafening you. You can also swear you hear them talking telepathically on ways to….. make Yuna disappear. Just the thought of it made you sick. You have to think this through.

“You're cheating on us? We left for five minutes and you let her slobber all over you”, First step is to calm them down, “Girls we just saw each other coincidentally, you know we're in the biggest mall downtown, it's not that weird or a coincidence”, Maybe your arguments are too specific. “She fucking stalks you didn't she oppa? That fucking bitch”, Okay what now? Hugssss, they always work. “Girls please, you know that's not what happened. Can you two please just leave this behind?” Definitely not. “We don't like her and we want you to cut her off”, Sacrifices need to be made. “How about this, I promise, I will never talk to her or any other girls when you two are not around. You can even delete her contact from my phone. Just leave her alone alright”, The term ‘leave her alone’ made Yuri and Minju realise that you had some suspicions towards them.

“Wait here”, The two left the bedroom making your anxiety raise sharply. The two waited outside the door as they converse about what they need to do. “He knows”, Minju nods, “She probably told him”, Yuri frowned. “If he's not mad, then he's okay with it?” Yuri shakes her head, “Oppa is scared, we make him scared”, The two feel guilty at least there's that. “Fuck, but what now?” The two stay quiet for a moment, “I think killing Yuna will make him even more scared. But fuck I hate her”, For you, they will compromise though. “He said he's willing to cut her off. Let's make a deal then, he will never talk to other girls as well as cutting Yuna out of his life. But if he does as much as make eye contact with her she is gone”, Yuri proposed quite a good deal. “From now on, he can't leave the house without our supervision”, Minju decided to add another clause to the deal. “Yes, we need to seal the deal first. I smell some of her shampoo on his shoulder earlier”, Yuna definitely didn't hug you long enough to leave a trace but the girls’ delusion speaks otherwise. “Yes, let's get him drained for the night”

When the two came back, you were spoiled by the sight of two beauties wearing a sexy lingerie. Yuri wore a black one, Minju wore a white one, their body and perfect curves only get complimented by the lingeries. However you can't be horny right now, all you feel is worry and anxiousness. “Oppa, we decided to let you off, just this once”, Yuri walked to you and sat on one of your legs. “But only this once, you can never talk to her and we're deleting her contact after this”, Minju sat on the other one. “On top of that, you can never talk to other girls okay?” Yuri unbuttoned your shirt, “Or leave this house without us, okay babe?” You nod, somewhat relieved that you managed to save someone's life.

“Good, then for now, since you have cheated on us, you will have to make it up to us”, Minju unzipped your pants, “We want you to prove yourself to us, fuck us untill we can't walk tomorrow. That's okay right oppa?” Yuri kissed your cheek. “I love you two, now and forever”, The girls exchanged glances, the joy they felt was mutual, however the talk about marriage can be talked about later. “Lay down on the bed oppa”, You comply, the two immediately pull down your pants revealing your cock. “So hard already, I know you won't cheat on us on purpose”, Your horniness knows no bounds. “Fuck this feels so warm”, Minju pressed her head against it, her breath sends tickling sensation through your body. “Mwah, are you gonna start doing your job unnie?” Yuri kissed your tip making it shivered for a second. “Ooohhhhh, appetisers”, Yuri hungrily lick your leaking precum, “Fuck, I want some”, Yuri moved down to start kissing and suckling on your balls as Minju took her turns to drink your juice.

“Girls I'm still so fucking sensitive from last night”, Since the last day of school you three had sex 4 times out of the last 6 days. “You should hold it in then oppa”, Yuri laughed before she started sucking your balls since she found out that it's your weak spot. “Itadakimasu”, Minju gave another kiss to the tip before she swallowed your cock whole. The feeling of her tight little throat is too stimulating. Yuri's endless attack on your balls doesn't help either. “I swear I can feel your babies swimming around in here oppa”, Her dirty talk doesn't help either. “Haaaaa, haaaaa, haaaaa, Yuri your turn”, Minju travelled down to your balls as Yuri was taking your cock into her mouth. “You can cum when you want oppa, but we are not stopping until we are satisfied”, Minju smiled before she started worshipping your balls. 

You try to hold it in, the feelings of warmth enveloping your cock while kisses and licks keep attacking your balls trying to push your sperm out of its resting place. “Fuck unnie, I can't”, Thank fuck you have such a big cock that Yuri can't handle it. “Hehehehehe, then let's collaborate”, Minji started kissing the side of your tip while Yuri kissed the other side. Slowly they used your tongue to lick it like a popsicle, then their lips sandwiched it as they moved up and down in sync. The sandwich blowjob proves to be a bad matchup for you as you can't even hold it much longer. “Fuck I'm cumming”, Hearing your groan the two moves even faster and their tongue licks even more furiously, tracing their way through the veins all over your dick.

Like a fountain your sperm shoots up before falling down to the girls’ face. The two didn't stop, they got even more aggressive until your cock stopped throbbing. “So thick and warm, I want a taste”, The two take turns licking each other's face, cleaning every drop of cum from their faces. Once their face turned crystal clear, Minji climbed to be eye level with you. “You can sit back and relax, oppa, we'll take it from here”, She bit your ears as Yuri pulled her panties to the side before sitting on your cock. “Fuck, do you feel how wet I am for you oppa, do you like it?” If Yuri keeps grinding on it with her drenched pussy you might just cum right now.

“Are you gonna fuck him or should I take the first turn”, Yuri just frowned before she lifts up a little. She aligned her cock with her pussy before abruptly dropping down. “Fuck, oppa hold me”, Your hand raises up to help support her weight. “Baby, I'm here too”, Minju pulled you into a kiss. Her hand trails down to your newly formed abs sending some ticklish sensation. Your tongue had some wrestling action against hers as Yuri kept riding you. “Oppa, look at me, do you like my tits”, You broke off the kiss to see Yuri has pulled down her bra making her tits bounce alongside her. A mesmerising view before your attention was grabbed by the searing pain on your neck. “Fuck, I'm coming babe”, Yuri bite her lips and nodded, “I'm cumming too oppa. Ahhhhh your cock is pushing inside me, I can feel it squirm oppa. Fill me, fill me up inside with your love”, She dropped down on you as her thighs shook out of exhaustion and ecstasy. Her inner walls help milk your sperm out of your cock, somehow this batch is much thicker and higher volume than before. “Fuckkkk, I can feel it oppa, I can feel you right here”, Yuri rubbed her stomach as her orgasm passed away.

“You taste so good babe, every inch of your body and every drop of your bodily fluid is just nectar to me”, Minju had her fill of blood. “We should clean that latter”, Remember, do not think about the hygiene. “Fuck, my legs need some times oppa”, Yuri jumped to lay next to you while Minju took her spot. Minju faced away from you showing off her flawless back. “I can't wait anymore babe, hope you're ready”, Fuck her pussy just start milking you from the first penetration. “Oppa, kiss me as well”, Yuri jumped on you, sitting in your stomach making sure to get in Minju's way. Then she bent down and started making out with you. Your hand went around her and grabbed Minju's waist, grabbing her ass and thighs from time to time. Yuri grabbed your head using both of her hands as she aggressively made out with you. 

When she had enough of your saliva she travelled down to your neck, reinstating the fading wounds she left before. Knowing you probably can't hold any longer, your hand reaches out to let your finger trace down Minju’s spine, her weak spot. “Fuck, that's not fair oppa, I'm cumming”, Minju squealed. That means you can safely deliver your load inside her, just as much and just as thick as the one swimming inside Yuri right now. “Fuckkkkk, I can feel you oppa, I can feel them moving around me”, Minju pressed her stomach, the pressure her finger gave can be felt by you through her flesh. “Perfect, but we're not done yet oppa, we want more”

You are dead, congratulations, you've been freed from the mortal body. “That's amazing oppa”, Oh wait you're not, tough luck buddy. “It is great babe, sorry that we went all out. We're just pissed by that fucking bitch”, Minju and Yuri is comfortably nestling in your arms. “I know….. I just need a few days to cool down okay?” Detestable, but they expected nothing less. “Good, then we can delete that bitch contact tomorrow”, The two are just as exhausted as you are, after all you still have your fingers to pleasure them. Not your tongue though, you do not want to taste your own sperm on their vagina. “Yeah also don't forget about what you said earlier, now and forever. You weren't lying right oppa?” Of course you can't say yes to that, “No, I love you two, now and forever”, You hugged them tighter. “Good, then we can talk about marriage later as well”, Tomorrow problem, for tomorrow me, as the saying goes.

“I love you oppa”

“I love you babe”

“I love you two as well”

Maybe this isn't so bad. You have two heavenly beauties with irresistible sex appeal and jaw dropping looks that will always love you till the end of days. Maybe they love you a little too much, but that's okay. Right?

AN:

Yo, sorry for the wait, last part of the series. I will add some polls soon for the next series, hope you like it. Also please feel free to send any comments or critisism, this is the first time I start publishing my stories and I want to improve my skills. Hope you like it :)

[putschki1969]

「Kalafina Anniversary LIVE 2025」 x Ariake Garden Collaboration Campaign

The multi-use complex Ariake Garden (host of the concert venue "Tokyo Garden Theater") will be holding a special collaboration campaign to celebrate Kalafina's upcoming Anniversary Live.

🔷Collaboration Campaign Highlights🔷

Mini card giveaway campaign

Message board in commemoration of the concert

Collaboration meals and drinks

Kalafina BGM

◆◇◆¥3,000 Purchase Campaign◆◇◆

All stores in Ariake Garden, restaurants in Villa Fontaine Grand Tokyo Ariake, and stores in Izumi Tenku no Yu Ariake Garden

Those who collect receipts for purchases worth a total of ¥3000 or more from all stores/restaurants at Ariake Garden complex between January 14 and January 15 may present them at the distribution location in Ariake Garden on the day of the performance, January 15, in order to receive two special benefits on a first-come, first-served basis.

①Limited Original Mini Card You will receive a mini-card with the "Kalafina Anniversary LIVE 2025" promo visual. [Distribution date/time] January 15 10:00-22:30 [Valid receipt period] January 14 -January 15 [Mini-card dimension] 59mm x 86mm [Limited number] 3000 copies (first-come, first-served basis)

②Commemorative Message Board A message board will be set up for those who participate in the ¥3,000 purchase campaign. You can leave messages from 10:00 until 18:30 when the message board will be set up at a location where the members of Kalafina can see it. The message board will be installed in the building on January 16 so you can take commemorative pictures. [Initial set-up location] Mall 5F, in front of D elevator (Amida) [Installation location] Theater Building 2F, next to GiGO Purikura

[Information and Notes] ※Receipts from merchandise sales at "Kalafina Anniversary LIVE 2025" are not eligible ※Hotel receipts are not eligible ※Electronic receipts are not eligible ※Receipts for gift cards are not eligible ※One mini-card will be given for every ¥3,000 with a maximum of three cards per person ※If the queue in front of the distribution location is too long, you may be asked to wait at the Water Terrace (outdoors) on 5F

◆◇◆Collaboration Food and Drink Sales◆◇◆

Collaboration food and drinks will be sold at the Tokyo Garden Theater concession stand as well as restaurants/cafés in Ariake Garden! Enjoy special menus exclusive to this performance♪ Details will be released on this page at a later date.

[Scheduled sales date and time] January 14 - 15 ※Sales time varies depending on the store ※The concession stand will be open from 17:30 until 18:30 on Janaury 15. A concert ticket is required.

◆◇◆Kalafina BGM Hijack in Ariake Garden◆◇◆

Kalafina songs will be broadcast throughout the day in Ariake Garden on January 15 from 10:00-23:00.

Thoughts: So THAT'S what Keiko was talking about on Yodel when she mentioned there would be some more exciting news that would make us want to go to the venue even more. But meh, this is gonna be chaotic for sure and I wonder if it's worth the hassle for a mini-card that doesn't even have a special design. Only 3000 copies of the mini-card. That's not a lot considering the capacity of the venue (7k+) and the fact that you can get up to three cards per person. Wonder how many people will be lining up at 10:00 on the 15th (many will have already purchased something on the 14th I guess). I would rather not waste precious hours on the 14th to shop at Ariake Garden but that means I would have to get there at 10:00 on the 15th, buy something first and then line up. We'll see if I am willing to do that.The meal collabs sound interesting too but I need more details before I can decide to invest time and money in that. It's only interesting to me if we get some Kalafina themed goodies out of it (coasters, stickers etc). If it's just a random meal/drink with some abstract Kalafina concept design, that's not really what I'm looking for.

[backthenatfifteen]

This is a really difficult post but this is my honest account of attending the eras tour…

I ended up with VIP general admission standing tickets to Wembley for the 17th. I was completely torn whether to queue up or turn up late and go to the back. When I loaded the ticketmaster site, I was 50 in the queue to get in. I got in, it kicked me out and I rejoined the queue as the 50,000th person. I cried. I only had the option of VIP standing at this point.

In the end I decided to queue up from 12.30. The queuing outside was well managed but when we got in it all went a bit pear shaped. People were pushing in on the grounds that they needed to be with their friends. Half the time this was legit, the other half it wasn’t. I started out row 5 from the front and ended up row 10. I wanted to cry before it had started. The Wembley staff really did nothing to prevent this and you could sense the tension on the floor. I held back tears.

The stage is absolutely huge. You can’t comprehend how big the stage is until you get there. When Taylor was at the far end she was a speck. I could only see the far end of the stage when I went onto my toes. I did this for an hour until my calves were screaming at me. Stood normally I couldn’t see the stage and I could only see the top of the screen. I’m 5’’5 so average height. There was inevitably no room to dance but I wasn’t surprised at this. I was just surprised I couldn’t see anything at all. I kept having to ask my 6’’2 husband where Taylor was on stage 😭😭 maybe I’m naive as hell.

When Taylor did come to the T zone, everyone’s phones went straight in the air, completely blocking my view. I completely understand people want photos. I got some photos. But people don’t need 50 photos at the expense of everyone else’s experience. You need 1-2. I swear mobiles will be the death of our generation.

“A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground, with no one around to tweet it”.

Taylor did look at me through the sea of phones. I don’t know if I’m being crazy but I’m a massively empathetic person and when she looked in our direction I felt like she was scared of us. And I completely get it if that were the case because everytime she came down our end, the phones went up like robotic arms. I was scared of us, too.

I’ve spent the last 24 hours mourning and thinking “could’ve, would’ve, should’ve”. But I got the experience I was given. It didn’t occur to me to buy multiple tickets for multiple dates. It’s just not how my mind works but boy do I regret it. I bought one for me and one for my husband. I wish I had gone at the back and danced my little socks off. I’ve been trying to get a press pass for tonight but I’ve left it too late. I can’t afford resale tickets.

I watched 95% of the eras tour through the back of other peoples phones. You will look at those photos they and others have taken and think “wow, what an amazing view”. They were holding their phones 2 feet above their heads. Their phone may have had an amazing view, but they did not.

I love Taylor and I know she loves her fans. I don’t want her to feel bad. I just wanted to be honest.

Note to add: there are no channels to complain to. I’ve messaged ticketmaster and got cut off. I’ve messaged Taylor nation and got silence. I paid £250 per ticket.

[absurdly-useful]

Absurdly-useful's Guide to Using the Tumblr Queue (for Desktop Users)

If your queue is already set up the way you want it to be, skip down to How to Add Posts to Your Queue

Pick which of your blogs you're going to be setting up a queue for. (If you just have a main blog, you don't have to worry about this. You'll only have one option in step 4, which will make things easy for you.)

Decide how often and when you want posts from your queue to appear. I'm writing this for @daily-crabbys who (I'm assuming, given "daily" in the blog title) is looking for a one post per day schedule, so that's what I'm going to go with the rest of this guide. Also, I'm arbitrarily picking "between 3PM and 4PM" as the time (we don't get to pick the exact times when using the queue).

Expand the "Accounts" section of the left-hand menu

Here's the expanded view (sorry, no, you don't get to know what my side blogs are):

4. In the "Accounts" section of that menu, click on the blog you are setting up a queue for. This will take you to your view of your blog, which will now add an additional menu on the RIGHT side of the column of posts:

5. Click on "Queue" in the right-side menu.

The number on the right is the number of queued AND scheduled posts combined. If you're just setting this up for the first time, yours may not have a number, it will be blank there.

6. Once you click on Queue, you'll end up at the Queue page! The important parts of it look like this (note: I switched to a sideblog that has no queued posts for this screenshot. You'll see what a populated queue looks like later):

7. Now change your queue settings. We can set the queue to automatically publish between 1 and 50 posts per day, and we can set what hours those posts appear. You can't fool Tumblr into giving your queued posts an exact time by setting your queue to automatically post "between 3PM and 3PM" or something similar. Go ahead and change the settings - once you do, a "Save" button will appear. Here's what it would look like for our example scenario:

8. Go ahead and click "Save". Now, your queue is set up...but empty. So let's fix that next.

One last note: If you see this:

Just click on "Resume Queue" to get your queue going again.

How to add posts to your Queue

There are several ways to add posts to your queue. We're going to start with the one that I think that @daily-crabbys will be using. Each of these options works slightly differently, and which one you'll want will depend on personal preference, how you want to use Tumblr, and probably tons of other things.

Adding a new post created from your dashboard to your queue:

Click on Create to open the new post editor.

Click on the little "v" shape next to "Post" to open the "what to do with this post" menu. This DOES NOT immediately add the post to your queue. It only sets what's going to happen when you click the button.

3. From that menu, click "Add to Queue"

Like I was saying...awful contrast.

Here's what that button looks like after clicking "Add to queue" from that menu:

You can also access this menu before beginning the post - but if you haven't written anything yet, the contrast between the button text and the button background is low, so I didn't want that as the screenshot. Just so you know what it looks like, here's the "nothing in the post yet" versions of those buttons:

4. Edit your post as normal.

5. Click the "Add to Queue" button once you're satisfied with your post.

6. Await your queued posts appearing automatically at the time you've set!

Note: You don't have to set "Add to queue" first - you can start editing the post, decide "hey, I think I want to queue this one", and change it to queue instead of post anytime before you click "Post now".

Now your Queue page will show you the queued and scheduled posts for your blog.

Things you can do from the Queue page

The bottom of a queued post gives you this confusing set of icons:

We're going to ignore the "(some number) notes" part - that works just like it does on your dash.

The four dots icon is called a "thumb" - you can click on it and drag it around to rearrange the order of your queued posts. (It's actually kind of annoying to use if you've got a number of long posts queued. Also, it's there on queued posts but not there on scheduled posts.)

The up arrow with a bar above it moves the post to the top of the queue (in other words, it will be the next thing to be posted, replacing whatever is currently next in line).

The next one is supposed to be a trash can - it deletes the post without posting. You do get a chance to confirm or cancel deleting the post.

The pencil icon lets you edit the post while it's still in the queue.

The "Post" button lets you post something from your queue immediately - after confirming, so it's not as dangerous as it could be.

Other ways to add to the Queue

Adding queued posts from the Queue page:

I find this one to be the most work to get to...but if you're the kind of person who gets excited that your post is ready and clicks the "Post now" without stopping to think "Hey, I meant to queue that!" then maybe this is the way you want to queue posts. Or if you want to create multiple queued posts at once.

Remember when we were on the queue page and I ignored everything below the blog settings? Maybe not (because it was a lot of words ago!) but that's what I did. Anyway: If you're already on the Queue page, you can click one of these:

to create a post of that type, and the button that is normally "Post now" will instead default to "Add to Queue". After that, you can edit it like you would any normal post that you're creating.

Adding reblogs of other people's posts from your dashboard (without comments or tags):

Method 1: With the post you want to reblog at just about the top of your dash, press Shift+Q on your keyboard. This will queue a reblog of the post you're on to your most-recently-used blog, without a chance to comment or add tags. (But you can go into the queue later and do those things.)

Method 2: Hold down the W key on your keyboard and move your mouse cursor over the "reblog" icon. Several little "bubbles" will pop up with your main blog and sideblog icons. Move your mouse cursor to the icon representing the one you want to queue this reblog to. Don't worry if you've got several blogs with identical icons - hovering over the icons will give you a little pop-up saying "Queue to" followed by the blog name, so it's easy to figure out which one of your blogs it's going to end up on. Again, you don't get a chance to add comments or tags with this method, but you can go into the queue later and do those things.

Adding reblogs of other people's posts from your dashboard WITH comments or tags:

Remember that menu that appears when you click on the "v" shape next to "Post now"? It's there in the editor when you reblog something as well. So, click on the "v", select "Add to queue" from the menu that pops up, add your comments and/or tags, and click the blue "Add to queue" button. The next time you hit the reblog button, it will default back to "Post now".

[entamewitchlulu]

there's a post that will eventually spit out of my queue about homumado and the subversion of Homura rejecting salvation to impose her own reality on Madoka that kind of captures what i'm about to say, but at the end of the day i'm feral about it because it's all about agency and trauma and the reclamation of power at the expense of others through the viewpoint of wanting to save someone.

I think it's like. The first 12 episodes of Madoka got us feeling like the whole point was Hope and sacrifice and fighting for what's right. and it kind of was. But with the next three movies it reframes everything, and with the trailer we just got I think it just confirms that. Madomagi isn't about hope, it's about power and agency.

Throughout the whole 12 episodes of the original series, Madoka has very little agency. She is tugged around by circumstances, watching helplessly as everyone and everything else falls apart around her. Homura, too, is without agency. She is trapped in an unending cycle where she is ultimately always helpless. It's the feeling of helplessness/hopelessness that drives magical girls to become witches.

Which, makes sense for the whole Themes. Kyubey is offering young girls, adolescents, a time of life where you feel sort of stuck and helpless in a world you're just understanding to be bigger than you thought, an illusion of agency. Make a wish, become a superhero, take charge of your own destiny. Make something happen with your own two hands. Have a measurable effect on the world.

But then wishes always go sour, and the fighting becomes endless and hopelessness sets in and you realize you were never in control at all. You were given an illusion of controlling your own life but in the end you were a puppet of fate and this ending was inevitable. You were always doomed to be powerless. Despair comes from the realization that nothing you do really matters and you have no true effect on the world except to continue its same sad cycle.

Madoka's wish and subsequent ascension is a total reclamation of agency and power. She takes the tools of the oppressor and reframes them to become eternity, to finally take control and become something greater that truly makes a difference in the universe. After watching everyone fall apart helplessly, she matures into the power to do something about it.

Then there's Homura. In the end, her struggle still felt meaningless to her. Madoka was able to ascend and change the world because of Homura, yes, but Homura's wish, her desire for control, was for Madoka to be alive, happy, and human. And that choice was taken away from her by way of Madoka's choice, leaving her to continue her painful slog through reality without the one person she cared about on yet another meaningless, eternal battlefield. She was helpless to stop Madoka from disappearing in the end, and she feels as though her choices are ultimately meaningless.

So at the end of Rebellion, it is Homura who decides to wrest her own agency. Unlike Madoka, who uses the system itself against itself, Homura comes from the outside and shatters the system. She regains control over a chaotic, impossible situation and becomes the power in charge of it.

But by doing so, she steals Madoka's agency, which Madoka worked so hard to develop and choose for herself. She makes Madoka helpless again.

And that is the crux of the story, and the reason why these two star-crossed lovers, at this point in time, are doomed to never be together - both of them desire agency, but their agency comes at the expense of each other. The only way for them to exert control over their own lives is if they put the other into a gilded cage of sorts - Madoka unintentionally, Homura on purpose. They have fallen into a dichtomy of belief that someone must be Saved and the other must be the Savior, and thus, they struggle, because the only way they can conceive of controlling their own lives in a way that gives them agency is through stripping agency from the other.

I sincerely doubt Walpurgisnacht Rising will be the final Madoka movie because I think they'll drag it out as long as possible, but I think the cycle of stealing agency from each other in order to gain their own sense of self will continue until one or both of them realizes that Saved and Savior are concepts that are inherently restrictive and still a part of the system that initially trapped them (see: Revolutionary Girl Utena). And it's going to be brutal for both of them because I think both of them have these ideas in their head of the other person and aren't truly seeing the other as full human beings who deserve to have the freedom to choose their lives.

They're going to continue to circle each other, struggling for dominance until they can break every part of the cycle of helplessness and see each other as true equals, and that's very toxic yuri of them and it drives me absolutely fucking insane i love these unhinged toxic lesbians ahhhhhHHHHH

[canibalistic-brownie]

A statement from the Lutuals:

After a pretty rough week with a lot going on, the Lutuals have decided that moving forward we will be a bit more selective regarding certain things. We love sharing our characters and developing new and interesting storylines for people to read and interact with and want to continue doing so while protecting ourselves and our mental health. Please see below on the things we expect moving forward.

Asks, anon or not, will be deleted on sight and the sender blocked if they fall into any of the following categories:

NSFW - finding the characters hot is fine! Telling the mods what you want to do to those characters sexually is not!

Violence - show typical violence may be part of storylines or backstory to inform characterization! Graphically describing violence you would like to see done to the characters doesn’t! To vent frustrations with characters, please throw a bible at them; the mods will get the message just fine.

Hate Speech - the Lutualverse is a fun spinoff of the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss settings and isn’t the place for social or political commentary. We’re just here for the various shades of queer relationships; if you’re not, kindly move along.

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Again, we would like to stress that we enjoy the interaction and support. This is to protect us and better craft compelling stories. Thank you for your understanding.

-The Lutuals

[granulesofsand]

do you think it’s unsafe/dangerous to post about system functions? i would like to post ours, just so we have a better understanding of it, but im not sure if journaling would be better instead. we prefer online stuff because some alters have trouble writing.

We keep separate journals from our social media, and we have a couple safeties in place when we do. If it’s just typing that feels better, you can use a note app or keep everything in drafts (read privacy policies and terms of service if you’re doing that).

While we’re pretty open about how our system works online, we’re not particularly inclined to give identifying information for our body or any member of our collective. There are creeps online, so have a plan for how vague you’d like to be and which pieces to keep to yourself/ves

We queue almost everything. Current events in our life actually took place about a month ago, and any details of our structures or even opinions typically sit for three to five days so we can regret them before the world sees. We only post photos when we’ve left an area, and we change the location and timestamp when possible. Determine how much you(&) want strangers to know about your(&) life at any given time, and give yourself/ves space to discuss big topics before sending them out

Get consent from headmates or prepare to fight. Mentioning system members and their activities can feel violating, especially if anyone has exploitation trauma. Permission every time is ideal unless you know them really well (and even then you might offend them by accident)

Sharing account names and emails/phone numbers across platforms can get you(&) tracked easily. Decide what content you’re posting and remember that outsiders can find you(&) in a video game or gushing over an interest in the wild. Keep separate sideblogs and user info for different topics unless you(&)’re real comfy with people knowing that much about you(&). The more you(&) connect in public, the crisper the picture you(&) give for people looking for you(&)

Lying is okay. Change names, give a funky time period, construct a persona online. That’s harder to do with a journal on the internet, but you(&) need some barrier between the depths of your(&) soul(s) and the general populace. If you(&) are more authentic online, you(&) might have to be less authentic offline to stay safe

And to actually answer the question: no, I don’t think it’s safe to post system functions online. Catch me doing it anyway.

We find that social media allows us to get some peer interaction without the risk of irl relationships being compromised. We can share bits here and then turn around and say those things out loud in therapy

We can say that we’ve heard of others like us and learn what’s normal for our subgroup instead of humans in our town. People understand us, and we get more comfortable diverging from the norm in both modes of life

This much talking to strangers and practicing etiquette makes us better at opening communication amongst ourselves

We get feedback and learn to deal with criticism — including what is important to hear and change and what people are just mouthing off about

Most of us know that we can look for notes on our life (the stuff that didn’t make it into the letters) on this account. We get used to seeing each other’s writing and perspective, and so are less avoidant when we notice these things in physical reality

You(&) get to choose between your(&) own pros and cons. Maybe it’s not worth it to you(&); that’s fine, there are alternatives. Maybe you(&) want to give it a try; good luck, people can be both incredible kind and absolutely scathing. I do recommend asking around/leaving notes for your systemmates to determine what their concerns are, if any. There are shades of how far you(&) might go with each aspect going forth. It’ll probably be messy at first, but you(&)’ll learn. I’ve yet to disappear my system’s online presence, so clearly I enjoy it.

[judithan-xing]

🎉I am now taking commissions!🎉

⬇️ Click readmore for more info ⬇️

If you are interested in my art and would like to support me in other ways considering checking out my itch.io and ko-fi pages.

Commission Items Offered:

Icons (25$)

Chibi Fullbody Illustrations (50$)

Sketch Illustrations (45$)

There are base prices (USD) and are not guaranteed final quote prices. Simpler designs may be cheaper while more complicated designs may incur a complexity fee (as will additional characters, etc.) To get a finalized quote please reach out.

Ordering Process:

Shoot me a DM or Ask about commissions. We can discuss what you're interested in getting and come to a conclusion on how to quote. Once we have a quote decided on I'll send a paypal invoice or a kofi item sale listing (I haven't used it yet so I'm excited to try it out), and I'll get started then. I will not start drawing until I have received at least half payment. Turn around time is about 2-7 days give or take how busy I am with work/if the queue is backed up.

Character References:

I do require some form of visual reference for characters, specifically for designing a character. I will accept Picrew mockups, stick figure poses, and pinterest boards as valid references. I will not accept AI generated references. (Not even on any moral ground but just because they're usually way too complicated and nonsensical)

Things I Won't Draw:

NS/FW is on a case by case basis. Some things squick me so I won't draw them, others are fine. I'm okay with most things but please ask first and do not assume an automatic yes.

Furries/Mechas just because I can't guarantee the quality.

Genderbends that are binary-to-binary. I find them reductive and hurtful. (Trans characters are a-okay obviously, I myself am trans)

Group shots of More Than Three characters (up to three is fine), I just don't have the mental fortitude for that many characters interacting. Ordering a bulk order of say, chibis or something is a different matter and is entirely up to discretion.

H*zbin H*tel anything. I'm sorry but they're so fucking ugly.

Things I Will Draw:

Ship art of any nature (OC x OC, OC x Canon, Selfship, etc etc, I'm not here to judge)

Pokemon, MLP, and Sonic style furries.

Design a humanized version/gijinka of a monster/furry/dragon/etc.

Design a DnD character

Any specific pose provided I'm given a reference

💖 Thank you for checking out my comms! 💖

and note: if you think my prices are low please don't comment "you need to raise your prices!!" I am aware they are on the lower end of things. I haven't taken commissions in 2+ years so I'm trying to find my footing. If you feel so strongly that I'm undercharging please commission me and tip what you think brings it up to a "fair" price.

[packedlunchmeat]

COMMISSION ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

HOWDY Y’ALL!!!!

I’m deciding to open commissions once more! And finally making them public rather than just offering to friends.

This took a TON of deliberation, as I fear as an artist being taken advantage of for my time. And so, before we get into pricing and my boundaries as an artist, lets talk ground rules! Just so you, as a potential customer, understand my expectations as the artist.

(Also please be patient with me as I work 12 hour shifts at a hospital, so it may take a few weeks to get to yours if it’s behind a lot of others in the queue)

RULES & EXPECTATIONS

First come, first serve

This is mainly because I like to prioritize those who come to me first. With this being said though, if you express interest in a commission from me, but do not state what you are wanting, as well as a price range you are going for, I will prioritize a person who has already given me a commission request. Basically! I put you in the queue the moment we have a request worked out! :-)

No revisions after a finalized sketch

This is mainly to protect myself as the artist, and you as the customer from being in a perpetual revision cycle, after already finalizing the sketch. If you aren’t happy with something, please let me know before I begin the line art process! Once I begin to do line art or color, I enter a zone where doing any sort of serious revision could cause the quality to diminish!

Make sure it’s my art you are wanting!

I do do a plethora of art style mocks like persona 5 eye cut ins, as well as other sorts of persona art style stuff. But I don’t wish to copy another artists style thats already offering commissions. If you’re wanting a certain style that isn’t adjacent to mine, you’re better off saving up for the artist you truly wish you could commission :-). I like to feed into fandom wants and needs, but I don’t want to take away from other freelance artist’s business.

I will not send the art until paid

 Since I manage to work rather fast, I don’t mind making pieces that don’t get paid for, as any piece I do is good practice!! That being said, I won’t send my art until I have proof of payment for the time I spent on it. I will always be super clear on which part of the process I am in, but to protect myself from being scammed, I cannot send the piece until payment is proven.

DETAILS

Now lets get into the fun stuff!! To start, I do not charge my commissions based on how complex the art is, rather, how long it took me to make it. Which is the reason I can’t ask for up front payments. I charge, instead, by the hour. And my pricing is based on my state’s minimum wage. The software I use to make my art (Procreate) tracks the elapsed time I’ve spent drawing, and so I calculate the owed amount based upon that. So, to start:

I CHARGE $15 AN HOUR (USD)

METHOD OF PAYMENT IS THROUGH PAYPAL.

Now that that’s out of the way, here’s what I CAN and CAN’T draw!!

THINGS I ABSOLUTELY WILL DRAW:

Character references! (TTRPG CHARAS, OCS, ETC.)

Armor (I can do mecha, but because of the complexity it may bump up the price just because of how long it takes)

Main stream art style replication (Persona 2D Sprites, Ace Attorney, Steven Universe, The Owl House, and a few others as well)

People

Portraits

Couples (hugging, kissing, holding hands, cute stuff :3)

Inklings & Octolings (anything splatoon related pretty much)

THINGS I CAN DRAW (BUT WILL PREFACE WITH THE FACT THAT I AM LESS SKILLED IN THESE AREAS)

Furries

Animals/pets

Scenery

Pixel art

Vehicles

Weapons (this ones tricky because I can draw swords pretty quick, guns take quite a bit of effort to get right though)

THINGS I WILL NOT DRAW

NSFW/suggestive content

Gore

With the parameters out of the way, I’d like to talk about pricing now! Since I charge by the hour, I’d like to make it clear that I am 100% willing to work with money difficulties! I draw pretty fast, but as there are certain things that cause my pieces to take longer, it’s only fair I let you all know what those are, so that you can know what to avoid if you’re wanting some art from me!

THINGS THAT WILL CAUSE MY ART TO TAKE MORE TIME!

Lineless

Complex mecha/outfits

Complex props (e.g. instruments)

Anything in my CAN DRAW list

Complex backgrounds

And lastly…

EXAMPLES OF QUALITY OF WORK

(With time spent and how much they’d be priced)

ROUGH FULL BODY

Time spent: 30m

Calculated price: $7.50

STYLIZED TAROT

Time spent: 2h 16m

Calculated price: $34.00

SIDE ORDER LINELESS

Time spent: 3h 44m

Calculated price: $56.00

FYNN 1920S ‘IT’ GIRL PIERROT

Time spent: 5h 24m

Calculated price: $81.00

Anywho!! If anyone is interested, please DM me! I’ll hand over my discord so you can send me pictures easy :-)! Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!!!

[blossom-adventures]

Kupo Con: Pom2, London, 15th & 16th September 2023

Where do I even begin! What a weekend!

Long story under the cut, because I need to tell you everything 😆

Starting off on Friday the 15th, we drove down to our hotel in Watford, which allowed us to get a train into London for Pre-Reg, which was available for Patreons of KupoCon, to get our tickets.

A lot of people were there and I probably knew half of them, or more, from the Discord Server but I was too nervous and shy to go over and say hello. Until I saw the only one I’d met previously, I went over and said hello! She then introduced me to one of the other people there, the cosplayer who won the “People’s Choice” Cosplay award last Kupo and who has been incredibly supportive of me every time I’ve shared progress on Discord and our meeting went like this… (using initials for privacy ☺️)

L: “Hey R this is P, from the discord!”

R: “Are you Blossom!?”

P: “Yes!”

R gives me a big hug

I spent a while talking with him and I think we became fast friends, I felt like I’d known him for ages! (Technically kind of had, because we’ve been talking in the discord) and I was really nervous but he was so lovely and made it so easy to talk to him!

Then, because of train times, we had to leave, but I’d met several of the other cosplayers (mainly Clives… no joke! I met 3 all at the same time!) and I was absolutely buzzing for the main event!

Saturday the 16th, the main event! Me and my mum got to the venue just as the doors opened, within 10mins I was in an elevator with a Noctis cosplayer, who jokingly asked if they’d survive this elevator ride! 😆 I then had a Sephiroth comment on my cosplay as I walked past

I met up with R because I knew how excited he was to see my cosplay, we had another hug (as much as we both could manage anyway; I was in a tight black coat and he was in full Clive cosplay) and he went off to support his friend who was dressed as FFXs Ifrit!

While waiting for the Opening Ceremony to start, I got given my first Masquerade Token! I was beside myself with excitement! I couldn’t believe it!

The Opening Ceremony was so fun! I met a friend who I’ve known online since December, which was amazing!

And then the Cosplay Parade happened! John Bentley (Barret FFVIIR) and Liam Mulvey (Libertus FFXV Kingsglaive) were presenting it, they were both so enthusiastic about it! I was really nervous because I was stepping up onto a stage in front of a lot of people, but I did it, and Liam’s reaction was priceless!

Then we went on our way, wandering the stalls and doing quests. Every time I passed R and his group, he checked in with me, to make sure I was ok and having a good time, which I really appreciated as it was my first Kupo and Cosplay.

Then I joined the queue to meet Liam… I said hello and gave him a print of a commission I’d had done earlier in the year and then he signed my own copy of the print… and then he gave me a Masquerade Token and I was lost for words! Because I didn’t realise the guests would also have tokens!

Riding that high, I decided to join the queue to meet John. And WOW! That man is amazing! He’s so lovely and excited and genuinely loves the community! Once he’d signed my print we went to get a picture, and he complimented me on my cosplay, when I said it was my first one, he was amazed! So he told his wife (who was holding my phone to take the picture for me) to video a message, which is of him saying how awesome my cosplay was, then he gave me another Token! I couldn’t believe it! I excitedly told R what had happened and he said how amazing that was too!

By the end of the day and the start of the Closing Ceremony I had been given 9 Tokens! I had been saying in the Discord Server that 1 or 2 would be amazing! But I got 9!!!

I stayed with R for the Closing Ceremony, chatting and laughing, someone he knew from a past event complimented me on my cosplay, which R instantly agreed with, he was so supportive of everything and I will always be grateful for that

Both the “People’s Choice” and “Staff Choice” award was won by a cosplayer who made, and was operating, Hell House from FFVII which was a much deserved win.

It was at the end of the Closing Ceremony that I got a selfie with Ben, I’d spoke to him briefly earlier, after his panel, saying that I was hoping to get into the queue to meet him properly, to which he replied “Ok, Ardyn!”

But looking at the line to meet him I knew I would miss the opportunity, so as he returned to finish off the signings that were waiting for him I asked if I could grab a selfie, and he said yes, as he ran off to his table he said how good my cosplay was too.

I went over to Liam and John to thank them once again for the Tokens they gave me, and how much they meant to me, they both responded with similar things; that it was deserved!

Feeling the lump in my throat from the emotions those compliments caused, I went over and said goodbye to R, knowing I’d likely not see him again face to face until February for the Birmingham KupoCon, I managed to keep it together until I got back to my mum, I started crying shortly after!

Please! If anyone has read this far who is a Final Fantasy fan I couldn’t recommend Kupo more! It was amazing! I’ve never felt so welcomed and included at a convention before and everyone I met was lovely and supportive

Next stop for me is Birmingham in February, until then… “Walk Tall, My Friends”

[mitamicah]

Gig report: Allihoppa 3/3 - Gothenburg 5.2.25

Having a train at 5.15 to get to Gothenburg means that although I am home and in bed just about midnight I still only get about 3 hours of sleep. Luck has it that I meet Due in the lobby so after quickly grapping the breakfast bag I’d been offered by the hotel, we run into a taxi to the station. Five hours later when we arrived in Gothenburg I find another group of people I can share a taxi with to the venue, where we’ve greeted with the shortest queue of the entire mini tour; even though it is already 10 pm I get number 17 in the queue which I joke about being very ironic since today is definitely the day I have the least amount of voice (most of the day I sound like a sqeaky toy).

Quite a few of the people at yesterday's concert either take the day off or arrive later so for a while we are only a tiny group trying to keep warm in the harsh Gothenburg wind. I am offered to get my bag into a hotel room and when we later go to get it again I accidentally run into Jere’s soundguy Sami at the hotel. Not having a bag policy today I keep my fanny pack on me which is nice now that it is a little harder getting “rid off” the stickers given the shorter queue. I will say this venue definitely wins for the best way to handle a crowd given that we’re let in at five to scan our ticket and check id and then we can from then line up our queue indoors without worrying about the struggle of the ticket scanner working or the security check taking forever. While inside I also take the chance to go down the line and give out stickers.

As I’d expected I get barricade at today’s concert. Having been left to the stage at both Viking Grace and Fållan I go to stand to the right this time, closeish to the middle. I have one of my less proud moments when some finnish people a few lines back hands me their emptied glass to put in front of the barricade (the barricade is so small that there’s only enough space for photographers to squeash through and so there’s no place to put drinks) and I look so uncomfortable with it and take forever to put it down – however despite my obvious discontent 20 min later they hand me yet another set of drinks this time three times the amount. The poor fan next to me tries to help by giving me advice what to do with the drink but I snap which I immediately regret I apologize. Luckily my frustration dissolves somewhat quickly and by the beginning of the concert I feel better again.

Given I’ve been worried whether I’d even have any voice for this concert as soon as I see Jere again it is like I am filled with renewed energy and stamina making me have just enough power to get through the concert. The crowd is just as good as the last two days if not a tiny bit more locked in, which makes Jere seem even more in the zone as well. I decided to keep myself from singing along as much as possible during Autiomaa and as a result this turns out to be one of the times the song hits me the hardest (only beaten by Warsaw because of the hearts and Jere crying happy tears).

We are a little handful Danish people at this concert which is quite surprising now having been used to being the only one amongst so many swedes and finnish people. This results in Jere pointing out our flag since we have a few of those at the balcony.

Today Jere locks eyes with me in the same way I remember Bojan doing in Kultuuritalo day 2 which makes me happy stim quite violently. His smile softens even more seeing my happy outburst. He also sees and reads my sign aloud until he reached the last word (whenever) where he then jokes that “no he is not gonna share the song he made with the bojan what are you talking about”. At the end of the show, we again have a Jere that doesn’t want to get off stage so when we keep chanting for an encore, this time Jere looks pleadingly at Jesse that then nods back: we are allowed an encore.

However Jere wants our full attention this time so he asks us to put away our phones and surprisingly everybody does. What follows is probably the best Cha Cha Cha I have been a part of to date. Everybody is just feeling it. At the end of the second verse Jere even leans out, lock eyes with me and nose to nose we scream the lyrics in each other’s faces(!!!).

Given that Pustervik is a nightclub we are not thrown out after the concert this time -instead the big discoball is lowered and the pit is turned into a dance floor. I go to the merch again however to give Mikke the promised sticker, and when he sees me he lights up and waves. He end up getting the last sticker (lucky number 100) and I get myself a Käärijä cap. I tell him how much I appreciate him and the crew and how they are all way too kind to me sometimes (still thinking about Jere screaming in my face at this point and so much more). After that I get to say hi to the other merch guy again who is surprised I do indeed still have some of my voice left. When the crew starts to load I go and meet some lovely new finnish friends on the dancefloor until we all get too tired so we go out and sit in the corridor. Jesse comes by counting how many of us are left, but to my knowledge Jere doesn’t show that night. I end up being too exhausted in the end anyways so I start to go home before being hijacked into the bar next to the venue where a good amount of fans are sitting and enjoying themselves. In my sleep deprieved state I start verbally thinking about how this might be my last Käärijä concert of the year since I heard somebody mention that H and Mikke said there’s a good chance that there won’t be a Europe tour this year. I may have killed the mood a little because of that, so to not go too sentimental – and also because I was zoning out hard – I said goodnight and went home only to give myself a scare when I couldn’t find the keys for a minute. However I still couldn’t relax when I finally got inside since I got a dm that I’d forgot my Joker Out beanie at the bar so I went back to get it and almost got cornered by some guys at the way back again (not the nicest way to end the night but I got home at least).