#Underground Spa

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Carmody Groarke: Underground Spa (2008) Location: Limerick, Ireland

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Be as it must 💜 Part 3

“Is there more to learn about you, Jungkook?”

PAIRING: Alpha!Jungkook x Omega(f)reader

SUMMARY: You try to resist the CEO's charms, but it's hard... At least until the other shoe drops.

WORD COUNT: 8.9 k

GENRE: ABO, strangers to lovers, fated lovers, smut

RATING: R (explicit)

WARNINGS: tension and teasing, and angst

A.N. A huge thank you to @moonleeai for the beta read💜 This was never supposed to be so long, but I'm a fan of making the reader fall in love too... Before the bomb drops 💣 Enjoy 😉

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You thought getting kidnapped would be the most bizarre experience you had ever been through, but it seemed like CEO Jeon Jungkook had other thoughts.

If it wasn’t weird that you entered his gigantic Seoul building while unconscious and tied up, it had to be that you exited escorted by the man himself, right into a car that you had only ever seen on television. You shrunk into the back seat, not only feeling weird with the surrounding spacious, immaculate leather, but with the fact that beyond the smoked glass, the CEO was telling something to the driver before he got inside the car.

You refused to look back to confirm whether the CEO had stayed put, watching you go; instead, you closed your eyes and heaved a deep sigh. It was outlandish that you wanted to turn around and see him there, as if you needed reassurance, when in truth, he was part of the problem.

You thought the weirdness would end there, which led you to look outside the window and see the tall buildings reflecting the city lights as the car moved. He was your boss, after all. If anything, he did need you to deal with the American consortium negotiations. And you trusted his word; he said you could leave once it was all said and done, so you weren’t a prisoner.

But you did not expect what he had planned for you.

“CEO Jeon has asked me to convey to you that he means to assure your comfort,” the man, Seung Ji-Young, said after introducing himself as the CEO’s driver and assistant, looking at you through the rearview mirror. You raised an eyebrow. “Given the circumstances, he has made arrangements to have a series of boutiques welcome you so you may relax and feel right at home.”

Your forehead creased as you took a glance at the time displayed on the dashboard, “At this hour?”

“Of course.”

You blinked, glancing again — 20:25. You shook your head, “Why would I need clothes? Unless—” You leaned forward, “What happened to my luggage?”

“We have it, rest assured.”

You couldn’t stop frowning at the weirdness of it all, “Right.”

“If there is somewhere else you’d like to go to relax, like a spa, it is not a problem. I’ve been instructed to drive you wherever you’d like.”

Your lips became an uneasy line, “No, I’m fine.”

The man nodded as he drove with a serious demeanor, “Then may I suggest a Michelin star—”

“No,” you interrupted swiftly, afraid that his offers would never stop. “Just— Just take me home— I mean, where I’m supposed to sleep.”

“Certainly.”

You groaned mutely and rubbed your eyes; now, even you were talking weirdly. But could anyone blame you after everything that had happened?

You stayed quiet as the car drove smoothly through narrower and narrower streets. Despite trusting what the CEO had said, you couldn’t help the uneasiness twisting your guts.

Finally, the car entered an underground garage and you were able to breathe. Mr Seung circled the car to get your small luggage from the back, including your handbag, and you bowed in relief, finding in it all your very important documents and belongings. It certainly comforted you enough to follow Mr Seung across the parking lot and into the elevator with a renewed sureness that you were not a prisoner.

“Would you like to go straight to your suite or take a look at the amenities first?”

His voice was as gentle as ever, and you tried to offer him a small smile, “Straight to bed would be best.” He pressed the keypad to select the 48th floor, and you frowned again, “Shouldn’t I check in first?”

“You mean with the concierge? No, he’s aware of your presence and available 24 hours in case you need anything.”

Your mouth opened, but you quickly closed it; maybe the CEO owned an apartment. That would justify why you weren’t at a hotel right now. You honestly didn’t care as long as you could put that day behind you.

The final straw took form in the quiet, gentle explanation of Mr Seung, “The amenities at your disposal include the residence lounge, gym, movie theater, swimming pool and spa. The latter includes a sauna, whirlpool, jet bath, and steam room at any hour, while the massages and skin and body treatments are available during the day. Of course, given the circumstances, a call can be made to arrange any treatment of your preference within the hour. Anything from a massage to a mud bath can be arranged; please don’t hesitate.”

You nodded respectfully while you screamed in your head — why was this happening? You just wanted your head to hit the pillows. The exhaustion taking over your mind was rendering you out of order, yet that ahjussi was so nice. Why was it all so hard?

“Ah, here we are,” he said as the elevator came to a stop gently with a sweet voice announcing the floor over the speakers. 

You exited the elevator first, though you waited for Mr Seung to indicate to you which of the two doors was intended for you and to type the code in.

Once the door opened, you entered and braced yourself with eyes so wide they were twice the size. The stairs to your left indicated you were in a duplex penthouse, but it was the open concept of the space that floored you. Oak herringbone floors expanded into a panoramic view through floor-to-ceiling windows from one side of the building to the other. The soft touches of the white furniture and long couch in the living room extended into the dining room with a long glass table with an exorbitant vase of flowers that brought a heart stopping pop of color.

You blinked, befuddled, at the luxury surrounding you, and Mr Seung passed by you to indicate the next room, “There is the kitchen, should you need to arrange something, and a private terrace for your enjoyment as well.”

You glanced over the natural stone tops in shades of pure white matching the cabinets and circled the island to check what he was talking about. The view continued on that side of the building, leaving you speechless. From that high, the world looked small. It was as if that place was out of touch with reality.

“But perhaps you’d like to see the guest suite,” he smiled, and you just nodded.

You followed him back towards the staircase, ready to pick up your luggage, when he waved at a paper on the foyer table.

“CEO Jeon wanted you to know the password so you can make use of the apartment as you please. He’s also asked me to inform you that everything is at your disposal, including all snacks and beverages.”

You blinked, trying to keep up through the stupor, “How did he have time to fill up the pantry?”

You were wondering more to yourself, but Mr Seung chuckled, “We do it for him, of course. He particularly likes shrimp crackers, but I’m sure he won’t mind if you take some.”

You could only frown as though the information was odd. Mr Seung grabbed your luggage and started his way up the stairs, and you finally managed to say, “He lives here?”

“Of course, he owns the building.”

He didn’t stop, thus missing the way your grimace spelled a What?! with furrowed eyebrows, wide eyes and parted lips. You looked around you once more, taking in the crazy luxury surrounding you before hurrying up the stairs. You thought he had booked a hotel room for you, at most owned an empty apartment, and that was already in the realm of stupidly crazy rich. But what did he mean, the CEO lived here? Here, as in the building? Or here, as in—

Your breath caught as you reached the upper floor. The wall that faced the floor-to-ceiling window was entirely covered by a dark blue tapestry with glistening silver stars surrounding a central half-moon serving as the base of a vibrant orange tiger lily, shining brighter than any celestial bodies around it. You swallowed hard and looked at the master room across from where Mr Seung had disappeared with your luggage. Someone lived there, and you didn’t need more than the half-moon and dark blue colors to remember the Jeon Family emblem. Still, if that wasn’t enough, his scent reaching your nose told you everything you needed to know.

“Here you have it, the guest suite.”

Mr Seung was smiling as he opened the door to a walk-in closet, a small office, and then, across the room, to the ensuite bathroom. Meanwhile, a view as breathtaking as downstairs greeted you, and you continued to be flabbergasted. 

“I thought he meant a hotel…” you whispered.

“CEO Jeon wanted to make sure of your comfort personally.” 

You glanced at the man, and it was only because he seemed dead serious, almost concerned, that you didn’t throw your hands to the ceiling. Who cared about what the CEO wanted?! You were tired! And overwhelmed! And done with everything being blown out of proportion!

“But, of course, if you are dissatisfied, I can arrange for a five-star—”

“No, no, please,” you found yourself raising a hand and closing your eyes, begging him to stop. “I’ll stay, this is fine. No, perfect. It’s perfect, I’m perfectly happy.”

Mr Seung’s eyes instantly softened, as though you being pleased comforted him deeply. “I’m glad to hear it. I’m usually available to drive CEO Jeon at 6 AM, but should you require me to be available earlier, I’d be happy to assist you.”

You stared at the man, speechless. How was he so kind and sweet, and where did he come from?

“No, I— I can get to the office by mys—” You bit your tongue, then raked your hair back. What was the point, really? “I normally go to the office around eight thirty, so please don’t hurry because of me. I need to sleep. Badly.”

You huffed the last words, but Mr Seung stiffened as though he had been stung, “Of course, I won’t hold you any longer. Have a good night.”

He bowed deeply, making you rush to do the same before he left quietly. Your fingers gripped your hair roots as you looked around you — what the fuck? The incredible cityscape view, the suite that was probably your apartment size, the room across from yours where CEO Jeon slept… Everything was just surreal.

You woke up the next morning with a renewed vitality. Not because that was the best bed you had ever slept in, the biggest shower you had ever used, or the most delicious breakfast you had ever had, but because you had processed things. CEO Jeon Jungkook was an alpha of the Jeon Family who, through medieval means, had committed a crime based solely on your blood. Your rare designation did not excuse it, and as such, he was trying his best to accommodate you to prevent you from causing a scene, suing, exposing, or all of the above. There was a potential additional agenda that involved the traditional matching of an omega to an alpha, but you were in the XXI century. Alphas didn’t have to be with omegas, rare as they were, and you would not be coerced into engaging in such ancient customs. CEO Jeon would respect your wishes, and you believed his word.

He had even entered and left his own apartment without a word or a sound. You had slept like a rock — perhaps surprisingly, you felt safe there — but you had expected to see him at breakfast, at least. In the end, the only proof you had of his fleeting presence was the closed bedroom door and dirty coffee mug at the head of the dining table. You almost felt bad for potentially making him uncomfortable, but then remembered this was all his fault. Plus, he probably made Mr Seung drive him at 6 AM, which was also barbaric.

It brought a smile to your face to see Mr Seung’s happiness when you told him how you had rested well. You believed his care ran deeper than any CEO Jeon’s order, though you couldn’t help wondering if it was because he knew of your designation.

Fortunately, at the office, such things didn’t matter. As soon as you said your name to one of the secretaries on the last floor, she instantly provided you with your own office and badge, explaining how everything worked. You were used to sharing an office, but you had decided not to complain. Live and let live. If the CEO wanted to overbear you with such things, you’d accept them quietly. You just needed to do your job and leave.

Your laptop remained your own, so entering the workflow was seamless. You were pleased to find all the information about the rescheduled meetings, and emails about other projects you were working on. You even made sure to check in and reassure Yoon Minsik, your mentor, before attending the first in-person meeting with the legal team of that office.

Although you had only met most of them online, it was a cordial and nice moment before starting what you hoped would be a fruitful meeting. But then CEO Jeon arrived.

Before, you were just a member of the team, participating in meetings you’d otherwise attend online. After he entered the room, however, you were an omega in the presence of an alpha who easily disrupted the flow of the conversation. 

You didn’t believe he did it on purpose, in his defense. You could smell humans amongst the team, and even they were affected by the CEO’s presence. What you’d like to say is that you, contrary to them, were not impacted in any way, but that was not the case.

You had to clear your voice as you spoke and actively force yourself to pretend he wasn’t there. Inwardly, you kept reassuring yourself that it was just that department meeting to coordinate ongoing projects. He wasn’t usually there, but maybe he had made an exception this time.

Only CEO Jeon was present in every meeting.

It was exhausting to focus on each different project and give your best while trying to ignore him. Not that he spoke a lot, but when he did, it threw your attention completely off. He looked so fine. That black designer suit framed his large shoulders deliciously, making every move as evident as possible. Making you imagine what it would be like to be caged in by said arms, embracing you as if—

“Hey!”

You blinked and looked away as everyone got up from their chairs. You should have noticed the meeting ended and that the CEO had been forced to leave, called by that woman, his secretary — Sunhwa.

You faced one of your colleagues, who was smiling expectantly, “Should we have lunch together?”

It was easy to accede and join her and the team, but your thoughts remained on Sunhwa. She wasn’t present in the meetings, but you had noticed her easily because every single time you had to move between meeting rooms — and the CEO did the same — she showed up to talk to him, pass him a file, or just accompany him. To the point you wondered if he needed a bodyguard and heard whispers of other people potentially commenting the same. You couldn’t help feeling bad for her; you couldn’t decide if she was jealous of you, with all the stink eyes she threw your way at every chance, or overzealous.

Regardless, you thought it didn’t matter because, in the afternoon, things would be different. Those meetings would be all about the American consortium negotiations, both internal and external, and you ran those without the presence of the CEO.

You had to huff quietly as he pulled the chair next to you, oddly sharing with you the head of that meeting room table. Except for a glance and polite smile, you didn’t give him any more of your attention. It was unsettling enough if your boss would accompany you to every meeting as if to assess your worth, but the fact that he was so close, with big brown eyes trained on you while his scent made your head spin… It made it a thousand times harder.

Still, you braved through the meeting, expecting things to go well because that was your element. What you didn’t count on were his interruptions.

“I’m certain we don’t need to renegotiate the time window; they will surely accept it.”

“Have we established concrete rules for the use of prototypes?”

“What about intellectual rights? As the manufacturer, shouldn’t we obtain the rights to all procedures that we optimize during development?”

Your expression softened, “According to agreement stipulations, by signing, we commit to safely keep their intellectual property, which includes all manufacturing processes. If these are optimized, they will be added to the patent. We will, of course, negotiate appropriate compensation should that happen, including access to prototypes and benefits should the production cost or time be reduced.”

The room was quiet after you spoke, but you had forgotten about them. Instead, your eyes were fixed on the CEO’s. Very round and very big, almost sparkling at you, entirely taken by what you had said. His gaze was curious, intense and interested, so you couldn’t be mad about his disruptions.

Still, you sighed. He was distracting.

“Let’s proceed to the financial section,” you asked, waving at the appropriate head of the department to speak up. 

The CEO tapped his tablet to jump to the appropriate page of the document, clearing his throat, and you subtly leaned to whisper into his ear, “Focus.”

Your eyes met when you pulled back, and it was like the record changed. If his questions seemed chaotic and somewhat disconnected before, now they were spot on. From one meeting to the other, including with the American company representatives, every comment was precise, demonstrating flawlessly why the Jeon conglomerate was unavoidable in the South Korean industry.

You were secretly impressed, though you expected nothing less. Perhaps the way you had managed to work together so seamlessly in front of the American company representatives was surprising, but you imagined that a pro like him could make it work with anyone. He wasn’t nicknamed good at everything for nothing.

You assumed he was pleased, too, when the video call ended, and he leaned back into his chair, laughing quietly. His glee made you smile as you gathered your things and closed your laptop, observing everyone else in the room calling it a day while you wondered if Mr Seung would take you home. It was silly of you, but with everything that happened, you didn’t even memorize the address—

“That was so smooth. I think we floored them,” he grinned, getting up to his feet as though he was even more energized than before.

You chuckled and nodded, putting your laptop in your bag. Maybe that was so, but you were ready to go home.

“Have dinner with me.”

You stopped shy of closing the bag and looked at him instantly, batting your eyelashes with all your befuddlement.

“We have to celebrate,” he continued, and his grin reemerged as though he couldn’t contain it.

“They haven’t signed it yet,” you were quiet, instinctively reasoning with him despite not even being able to fully think right now.

He chuckled, “But they will, no doubt. I’m sure we will have a response by tomorrow and a verbal agreement shortly after.”

You nodded and looked down, unable to stop the way your body reacted. He was taller than you, broad, all-encompassing, and smelled strong, sweet...dizzying. There were two sides to that moment: who he was — so destabilizing, you thought there was no avoiding it — and what he was saying — so professional, when you wanted to forget all about it.

Fortunately, in your hazed mind, the latter won. “We’ll wrap up sooner, and I’ll get to return to Busan faster, then.”

Your entranced eyes captured the way his jaw hardened easily. His eyes sparked differently, with a look to them that caused a tingle to go down your spine, but he nodded, “Indeed. So dinner tonight.”

His tone implied you were just giving him more reasons to insist, and the corners of your lips twitched mischievously. Maybe you were; it was hard to resist.

“CEO Jeon?”

You stiffened like you had just been caught stealing candy and didn’t bother to look. You forced the zipper closed and grabbed your bag, purposefully pushing what Sunhwa was telling the CEO to fade with the background noise. Whatever it was, maybe it was a good thing — you needed distance to think, too.

You bowed to both on your way out and didn’t mean to spare a glance, but his voice beckoned you to look back, “Mr Seung is in the parking lot, please go with him.”

You nodded, meaning to appease the worry in his voice and eyes, and melted when you succeeded. His features instantly returned to a confident, dazzling smile before turning to Sunhwa about whatever work-related issue she was referring to, and you had to swallow. You shouldn’t be so attuned to how he felt; it didn’t make any sense. Still, as you made your way to his apartment with his driver, all you could think was that you never officially accepted his invitation.

Jungkook nodded after Mr Seung confirmed that he had dropped you off safely at the apartment, where you had stayed for the last three hours. You hadn’t requested to go anywhere in particular, and arrangements had been made for dinner, so he could relax.

He sighed as he closed his eyes and let the purr of the car lull him. He knew it would be an interesting day, but not even his wildest dreams could have prepared him for it.

First, arriving home the night before to the faint trace of your sweet jasmine scent absolutely threw him off. The whole night he had to keep himself in check; no, he couldn’t follow your delicate perfume to your bed, touch you, or claim you. You probably didn’t trust him after the way you ended up there, and he wasn’t a creep. He could reign in his primal urge and leave the decision up to you. He could show you that being next to him was fate, as intrinsically inescapable as the Earth and Moon orbiting each other. You’d realize that soon enough and ask him to touch you instead.

He could barely sleep, so his second move was to leave the apartment as soon as humanly possible. He needed to review everything about the projects you were working on, plus get his work out of the way so he could attend every meeting of yours and watch you in your element.

Jungkook was frankly impressed; you were like a fish in water, navigating every topic and hurdle effortlessly. He wasn’t sure you noticed how everyone quieted down to listen to you and obliged and interacted every time you requested it, but it was a wonder to see. If he hadn’t smelled your designation, he would have wondered what kind of woman conducted such ease and readiness.

Unfortunately, you were also incredibly distracting. Not only was he probably not of use to you in your work, but he was also falling behind in the slightest with his duties. Sunhwa kept reminding him, of course, and he appreciated it, but he couldn’t bring himself to worry about anything else.

Which made him wonder if you’d be a liability and not an asset if you stayed. However, that was a fleeting thought because as soon as it emerged, it evaporated when you whispered into his ear, “Focus.”

The whiff of your scent hit him so hard he had to close his eyes so no one would see them rolling back. Then he faced you, and your gaze did something to him. It was strong and encouraging, and he was set. Suddenly, he could focus. His mind was clear and everything just worked.

It was incredible, inebriating; better than hitting the jackpot, it was like you were his focus token that increased his abilities by two hundred percent. So inviting you to dinner was as easy as breathing. You mentioning Busan again almost ruined his mood, but then you obliged with big, starry eyes when he asked you to drive with Mr Seung in the exact spot he was in now, going home to you, and he couldn’t help the widest grin. He hadn’t lost you, not yet.

He knew it was late, and he wouldn’t dream of keeping you starving while waiting for him. Your shoes and handbag were by the entrance, so he knew you were inside. There was noise from the kitchen, though that couldn’t be you, so he jumped on the couch and heaved a deep breath, closing his eyes. He loved the sweet scent that lingered around the house because of you; it instantly relaxed him but also gave him a push. Maybe he should check on you—

He heard steps down the stairs at the same time his personal chef exited the kitchen to inform him dinner was ready and on the table.

“Would you like me to stay and serve?”

Jungkook dismissed the chef swiftly and quietly, acknowledging their head bow just in time to turn to you. His hand was on the noose of his tie, instantly loosening it as his mouth watered. He was starving, but it wasn’t food on his mind as he ate up the view.

You were wearing something quite professional — black dress pants with a silk blouse that was a hint of blue. He would have thought you too formal if it weren’t for your bare feet stepping quietly on the wood floor, along with your still-humid hair falling in waves over your shoulders and chest. But like this, he could only smile at you entering the living room and imagine you jumping into his arms to welcome him home after a long day. Then, what you wore wouldn’t matter, not because he’d be free to undress you, but because with your touch, everything would feel whole.

You bowed politely to the chef, watching them go, and it gave Jungkook a moment of clarity: what he felt was beyond simple interest. It wasn’t fascination or attraction, it was everything combined. He didn’t think it was possible; a skeptical part of him still insisted it wasn’t.

But then you opened your mouth and changed the very axis upon which his world spun. “Good evening.”

He could only smirk; the simplest words could escape your lips, and he’d drink them like they were gospel, “Good evening.”

Your astute eyes observed him, and it was like lying down at the beach under the warm sunlight, “Was there a problem at the office?”

He tilted his head, “I needed to finish up some things. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

Your lips twitched as you nodded, “It’s not a problem. In fact, I realized I never accepted your invitation, so I wasn’t sure if it still stood.”

He smirked, “It does, and it looks like you accepted.”

His arms stretched over the back of the couch, and you had to consciously keep your feet from taking you to him. It wasn’t an invitation, no matter how inviting it seemed.

“I thought it was wise to be ready,” you informed, taking a few steps to the side, unable to stay still.

“To have dinner with me?”

“To celebrate,” you corrected, trying to resist his smirk by keeping your expression as neutral as possible.

“By yourself?”

His eyebrow quirked, daring, and you finally smiled, “I was told there is a residence lounge. Thought I could get a drink there, and who knows who could join me.”

You shrugged nonchalantly, and he laughed openly, “You’re right.” He got up, loosening his tie completely and throwing it on the couch. It was enough to tense your back, dissipating your smile as you observed him taking off his suit coat and leaving it next to the tie. “I should have started by offering a drink. Is wine okay?”

Blood spread to your cheeks, but he didn’t notice as he turned around to enter the dining room. It gave you a moment to breathe. “If it’s red. Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll have to leave.”

His laughter was music to your ears as you followed him, only to confirm that the person leaving was wearing a white chef coat for good reason. The glass dining table was set for two, at the head and the place to its right, and in between, an assortment of dishes released a delicious warm scent. From meat to shrimp, noodles to rice, boiled, fermented or fried, it seemed the chef had decided to leave you with a big variety just so you could have anything you possibly wanted.

Your eyes turned to him, his back facing you as he got a red wine bottle from the wine cooler. “This is incredible,” you voiced, unafraid of sounding too easily impressed. That table with the panoramic view and the incredible lighting showing his gleeful smile would easily shake anyone.

“I’m happy you like it.”

“Do you always have dinner like this?”

He placed the bottle on the table, twisting the corkscrew to get it open, “No, not at all. I asked for something special tonight.”

You heard the pop of the cork coming off, but that wasn’t why your heart skipped a beat. He reached for a wine glass on the table, poured a line of wine, then swirled it and took a soft sniff, smiling ecstatically after.

He raised the glass to you, and you stepped forward to accept it, entranced. You took a whiff, too, and the sweet, dark fruit aromas made your eyelashes flutter. You detected the blackberries and plums, and surely a trace of cloves.

Your reaction was enough for him to nod and pour a glass for himself. His shifting attention allowed you to swallow and ask, “Was this what you had in mind?”

He smirked, then turned to you, and your heart flipped again. He had shortened the distance between you and cupped your hand around the glass to tilt it forward towards his chest. The wine glugs, filling your glass, were but an afterthought as you looked at him, his eyes so close you could see stars.

“Absolutely,” he said quietly, yet you heard him so clearly. His expression was likely as serious as yours, mirroring the same tension as he took the bottle away. “This was exactly what I had in mind.”

The sound of the bottle being placed on the table didn’t rattle you; nothing was louder than your racing heart. His hand left yours, and although you could see the reluctance, you bit your inner lip to stay quiet. Being that close didn’t mean just having your breath stolen by his sparkly eyes or unique beauty marks; it also meant seeing how red his eyes were.

“I see… but if you're too tired, we can take a rain check.”

You were certain your worry was easily heard in your voice, yet he shook his head with a returning wide smile and raised his glass between you, “Not a chance.”

Your lips twitched, but you nodded and raised your glass to clink his, bringing it to your lips as he did the same. The velvety taste matched its aroma perfectly, but you weren’t paying attention. His eyes were locked with yours as though that tension was unbreakable, and you realized you didn’t know what you were celebrating. He didn’t specify the toast, and somehow, you knew work had stayed in the office tonight.

When you put the glass down, you weren’t sure you were dizzy with the alcohol or the moment, but your cheeks were hot. You ignored it, just to keep staring into the stars in his eyes, when a stomach growl cut the silence.

You looked down at his stomach, covered by a black button shirt, then up, “Woah, that was powerful.”

He smirked and rubbed the back of his head, “Sorry, I’m starving. Let’s dig in.” He waved at you to sit by his side, “Please, go ahead. Take anything you’d like.” 

He held back, even as you took your time to observe the table and take your pick. He adjusted himself on the chair, but it was surprisingly easy to let you start first. It was just right.

“I wanted to have samgyeopsal,” he confessed, smiling sheepishly. “But we’d have to go to a real barbecue for that and—”

Your eyes widened with a spark, a small gasp jerking your shoulders as you reached for a bowl, “Not a problem.”

He raised an eyebrow at your sudden interest, then chuckled, “Do you like japchae that much?”

“My absolute favorite,” you nodded, filling your plate with utmost focus.

“Alright, I’ll make it for you a lot.”

You had started eating but stopped stuffing your face with the delicious noodles, raising your eyebrows at him instead while he served himself. “You can cook?”

He chuckled, “I love cooking. I’d be showing off my skills right now, but I’m more interested in talking to you.” The butterflies in your stomach twirled around as you stared up at him. He only chuckled, “But now I know. Let’s see, what else? What about makguksu? I have an awesome recipe as well.”

It was easy to eat while you discussed food, especially if it was a chance to quiz him and confirm he knew what he was talking about. He did, and you overlooked his initial promise to cook for you in exchange for a normal, healthy culinary debate.

But neither of you wanted to eat or talk about food all night. He ate a lot, you noticed, and by the end, every dish was done. The red bottle was empty too, so it was the perfect moment to get up.

“I’ll grab another one,” he said, waving at the couch while he headed to the wine cooler. It could have been your chance to say goodnight, but you didn’t want to. “Why do you only drink red?” He asked loudly, and you turned to look over your shoulder at him. “Can't it be Lambrusco?”

You chuckled and sat on the couch, “Lambrusco is a red, and it's delicious. Bring it on!”

The sound of the bottle being dragged out of the cooler, placed on the glass dining table, and popped open made your skin tingle pleasurably. It could be his proximity messing with your nerves, or the alcohol. A cautious part of you thought it was best to call it a night, but the bottle was already open, and he was already extending a new glass to you.

You clinked glasses in silence again once he sat down, and this time, you didn’t bother wondering about the occasion.

“Why not white?”

He mused after the sweetness made him click his tongue, and you sighed with a second sip, “Too acidic for me.”

“Noted,” he nodded, his features serious. “I'll get rid of all whites to make space for more Lambrusco.”

You laughed, “Why would you refine your stock based on my taste?”

He laughed with you, then bit his lip. You smiled as you took another sip, and you looked so happy, simply enjoying yourself, that his priorities shifted. “I like learning more about you.”

“You do?”

You sounded surprised, but he didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Well, I haven't learned as much about you,” you scrunched your nose, choosing to take things lightly, and he chuckled.

“I'm sure you already know a lot.”

You tried not to scoff, “I don’t. You think because you’re the CEO, I would know your taste in wine?” Your tone only made him laugh more, leaning back into a pillow that had his abandoned suit coat before he faced you again. “Do you even like reds?”

“Oh yeah, but I prefer beer. Oh, and whiskey.”

“So we know our next drink…”

You hid behind the glass and he smirked, “Good idea. I'll make my specialty cocktail. Only close friends know about it, so know you'll taste something exclusive.”

“Really? I’m flattered; who knew I’d get to know the CEO so well.”

The corner of your mouth raised with mischief as you emptied your glass, and instantly, he was refilling it with a slightly raised eyebrow, “You can call me Jungkook.”

His dark eyes, as he instructed you, released a current down your spine that spread warmth in every direction. There was no way that calling your boss by his first name was a good idea, but you had stopped playing it safe a few glasses ago.

“Is there more to learn about you, Jungkook?” His name on your tongue drew his eyes to your mouth, conveniently about to take another sip. You reveled in the sweetness and tension of that moment, hopefully as much as him. “Something no one else knows.”

His teeth bit into his lower lip to stop a grin, and he nodded, “Certainly.” He placed the glass down on the coffee table and you swallowed. “There’s a lot to find out.”

He unfastened his cuff links, casually folding and pulling the sleeves of his black button shirt to his elbow, and you gasped.

You leaned forward with your free hand, “You have a sleeve?”

He grinned slyly, extending his right arm for you to touch more easily, “I do.”

He was quiet while you explored every tattoo line, from the clock to the letters, stopping to wonder at the tiger lily in bright tones of orange. “Incredible,” you muttered, dragging your finger easily. You were so focused that you missed the goosebumps forming under your touch. He let you turn his arm and even pull the sleeve a bit further up, where you noticed more lines and figures ready to show. You were so insistent you pouted when the fabric got so tight around his bicep it refused to rake further up to his shoulder. 

His chuckle drew your attention, “I can take it off if you’d like to see the rest.”

Your hands withdrew instantly, fingers rubbing on each other needily. Your eyes caught the absence of any other article of clothing underneath his shirt, and you swallowed down your heated longing. “No, I— Of course not.” 

You didn’t bother saying it was inappropriate; you fell back on your side of the couch. Your throat seemed to have blocked, so you cleared it. There was a line you shouldn’t cross, but you also didn’t want to stop whatever you two were doing.

“I don’t have tattoos,” you started, pulling your blouse sleeve. “But I do have this birthmark.”

His eyes followed your fingers, then he grabbed your arm delicately to trace it with his fingers. Your forearm erupted in goosebumps, electrified by his caress, attention, and warmth. It was almost overwhelming, and you had to swallow thickly to keep silent.

“It looks like a butterfly,” he mused, concentrating, and you nodded.

“My mother calls me that.”

He whispered something under his breath, then shifted in his seat, “Look.” 

He brought his forearm next to yours, and you realized what he meant: your birthmark was parallel to his tiger lily. Superposed, your butterfly would find its home in him. It made you shudder from head to toe.

“What ties you to Busan?” His question broke the spell despite his caresses to your arm. You frowned, trying to catch his line of thought. “Friends? Family?”

The Lambrusco swirled a little inside his glass, revealing a short tremble, and your eyes stayed low on his lily, “My mother, mostly. She doesn’t live in Busan, but in a village not too far away.”

Your apprehension was palpable, so you weren’t surprised when he brushed the back of his fingers in a feather-like touch on your forearm, “I understand if it’s too personal, you don’t have to tell me anything that will make you uncomfortable.”

Whether because of his soft touch or warm eyes, you instantly shook your head, “Not uncomfortable, just… I don’t really talk about her. Or my family. She doesn’t like it and—”

Your brow furrowed, and he was ready to reassure you, but you decided to say it.

“And nobody would understand, but maybe you would,” you pushed out, looking into his eyes. Your mom would chastise you for this decision, but it was yours nonetheless. You just felt so alone in all this. “Our family made sacrifices to be eradicated from the registry, and for generations, we’ve been hiding so we wouldn’t be detected.”

He nodded gravely, lowering his eyes to his fingers still touching your milky skin.

“You’re probably the last person I should tell this to,” you chuckled. “But even though times should be different, I was never certain where to draw the line between potential paranoia and it just being like she described. Unfortunately, recent events have made me conclude she was not wrong in wanting us to be cautious.”

“Wait, there’s—” He pressed his lips before he sorted his words, looking at you intently, “There’s something to be said about your mother’s fears and the outdated methods the Family uses to search for omegas. They should know it’s criminal, but it’s how my grandfather found my grandmother, so I suppose that’s why they insist on it.”

“He kidnapped her too?”

“No—” He almost choked. “Hunters found her and brought her to him. They were mates and inseparable.”

“You met her?” 

Your tone was almost anxious, and he smiled with a nod, “The only omega I’ve ever met other than you.” His expression showed fondness, “Grandpa was crazy about her and everyone loved her. She had this… aura to her. I was instantly calm. I was… a bit of a reckless and loud kid, but she never got angry at me. She would just put me on her lap and ask me what happened, and soon after, she was tickling me while I told her all about my adventures.”

You leaned on your side into the couch back, “Adventures, huh?”

It wasn’t hard to imagine, especially when he smirked mischievously, “My knees wouldn't have gotten bruised if I hadn't chased a pirate up a tree.”

“A pirate?”

Your eyebrows jumped, and you both laughed quietly. You were glad to be at ease, folding a leg under you.

“What an exciting childhood you had.”

“What about yours?”

You pursed your lips, “It was just me and my mother. My dad died in a car accident when I was a kid, and my grandma had dementia and died not too long after.”

His eyes softened, “That must have been hard.”

“It was the most on my mom.”

“How old were you?”

“Thirteen.”

“It must have affected you,” his voice quieted, and you noticed his thumb never stopped brushing your pulse point, soothing you for a while now.

“I grew up fast,” you shrugged, casually letting his touch continue. “It was hard because my mother was paranoid about us being caught, but I was raised around humans, unsure if her stories were true and if I should really just… stay hidden in that village or do something with myself.” He nodded, and you admitted, “That’s why hearing from others that my fate isn’t to be used as a tool, abused, or anything like that is…”

“No,” he pressed his thumb to your wrist, and it seemed to you it was to placate his own anxiety this time. “I promise you, that is not— I would never do that.” 

His voice was firm, but something in your eyes must have given you away. You didn’t want to believe he was lying, but it wasn’t in his best interest to tell you the truth.

“My grandma always said a mate’s love was the foundation of our family and that I shouldn’t give up, even if my father never found her.” His eyes lowered once more to your arm before he faced you, “I grew up with them, seeing what a mate’s bond looks like. I would never hurt an omega, even if she wasn’t my mate.”

“But there are those who would.”

“Maybe once upon a time, but I swear things are different now. It was their mistreatment that led to their extinction. Well, alleged,” he corrected, eying you meaningfully. “The Families had to turn to betas, which was seen mostly as a catastrophe a couple of generations back.”

“Why?”

“It affected the strength of their blood, lines started dying and alpha numbers dwindled too. The egoistical views and attitudes of a few generations almost cost us everything.”

“So shouldn’t the way omegas were treated be the real catastrophe?”

Your tone was rough around the edges, but his eyes remained soft, “Worse than a catastrophe, an atrocity. It hurt so many for so many generations.”

His tone was apologetic as he looked at you, but it didn’t soothe you. Not even his touch on your wrist did. “If you recognize the problem, then you should be the first one to set an example. You acknowledge it was an atrocity, but you still send hunters to kidnap omegas instead of searching for yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

He actually looked lost, so you clarified, “If you don’t want to give up like your grandmother suggested, then maybe you should go down to Busan and search for yourself. Meet people.”

His eyebrows jumped, then he shook his head with an embarrassed smile, “I… never considered it.”

“Imagine if you had.”

Your chest warmed with his gaze on yours. You didn’t know why you were admonishing him for not visiting sooner, borderline implying you would have met differently, just like his grandmother had hoped. The past couldn’t be changed, and nothing would happen regardless.

You cleared your throat, “Anyway, it's annoying that your secretary keeps calling me fake.”

He huffed, letting his head fall on the back of the couch as though it tired him too.

“I never wanted to be recognized or seen as just my designation, but it is who I am, so she's pissing me off.”

You sneered at the ridiculousness of the situation, and he nodded, “It's because she never met anyone like you… I don't think she's able to really smell it. She's not as sensitive as us. But you don't have to worry about her. I'll handle things with her.”

You took the glass to your mouth, musing over it quietly. “Well, she works for you… and I won't stay long anyway.”

He was drinking when you spoke, his jaw becoming the slightest bit sharper under the light. His thumb still rubbed your pulse point soothingly.

“Actually… I have a question if you don’t mind.”

You pressed your lips sheepishly, and he almost choked in his hurry to nod.

“What do I smell like?” Your eyebrows framed your curious, big eyes, and his lips parted in wonder. “I've asked my mom, but she only tells me I'm sweet. I've never met anyone else I could ask.”

He blinked away his shock, straightening instantly to lean in a bit closer to you. Not that he needed to; effectively, he could pinpoint every trace and note of your unique aroma. But when you let your head fall back the slightest to expose your neck, he couldn’t be stopped. It was the sweetest invitation, baring your neck to him so he could take you in up close and personal.

He almost growled, something so deep inside him stirring he had to grip the glass and keep himself from grabbing your wrist or pressing his face into the crook of your neck. He was certain you’d taste and feel as endlessly delicate as your scent, but he knew the limits. Even if he thought of you as his, it had to come from you. If anything came out of getting to know you, it was that waiting was the only option he had if he ever wanted to welcome his mate by his side. 

So he groaned silently and pulled back; he might not have met you in the right circumstances, but he wasn’t about to fuck this up.

“She’s right, you smell sweet,” he rasped, looking into your beautiful eyes again, so close he could see the black dots hiding among the lights. “Like jasmines — sweet, deep, and fond. And me?” He saw you swallow, but he couldn’t resist, “What do I smell like?”

“I’m sure you know,” you tried, though you didn’t move.

He shook his head, “What do I smell like to you?”

You looked down at his neck with a hint of uneasiness, but his soothing touch calmed you enough to go forward. You leaned into the crook of his neck, so close you felt his body warmth emanating. One deep breath, though, and you almost whimpered. Your free hand gripped his arm as your whole body warmed and thrummed with the heady scent.

“Strong,” you whispered, noticing a moment later his neck was covered in goosebumps. “Earthy.” You couldn’t resist nuzzling his skin the slightest, raising it up his neck until you met his jaw. “Spicy, something so alluring I just…”

You nuzzled his cheek and he turned to face you, with lips so close to yours, his warm breath lulled your eyes closed. You were certain his lips would touch yours, releasing all that tension into a burst that would raze your senses.

But the sounds of a keypad being pressed made you instinctively pull back, and you were happy you did because in mere seconds it was as though the rug was being pulled from under your feet.

The front door burst open, and you jumped to your feet, frightened. Jungkook stood up, too, trying to regain the touch that had been severed in the motion, but it was too late. You both had to face the woman storming inside the apartment, with eyes so wide, and nostrils so wide in fury, it confused you more than anything.

“What the hell?!”

Sunhwa’s outrage wasn’t missed on you, but all you could do was frown, stupefied.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook’s tone was cold, and you weren’t certain if that was the right reaction. Shouldn’t he be pissed that his secretary just stormed into his apartment late at night?

“What am I doing? What are you doing?!”

His eyes hardened as though her question didn’t merit a reply, and she threw the folders in her hand on the coffee table.

“I wanted to update you on the ASICS deal and thought you probably wouldn’t have eaten yet, so I called Chef Jae, and they told me they had prepared the special dinner you asked for!”

You glanced at him, even more confused than before, and his reply came quiet, “You should know better than to just barge in here.”

“You weren’t picking up the phone!”

Her screeches were starting to give you a headache, “Alright, listen. It’s past eleven in the evening, surely there’s nothing that can justify causing a scene like this.”

Her laugh was a shriek, “You have some gall to tell me I can’t cause a scene, huh?! First, you try to seduce him by falsely claiming to be an omega—”

“I am!”

“— and now you’ve invited yourself into his apartment! Do you really have no shame? I won’t stand for this!”

Your eyebrows jumped in pure disbelief, “And who are you to care what an adult man does in his apartment?”

She stomped her foot, fuming as she glared, “I’m his fiancé!”

Your stomach dropped, spreading such coldness through your guts, you froze.

In years of law, despite dealing with senseless clients at times, you had never lost your composure or words, but today was the day. Her words, that scene, and the deceit underlying that whole night gutted you, so you were speechless.

“You don't know what you're saying.”

His tone was firm, but one glance told you he was seething. Your first instinct was to resent him; he should be apologizing, not angry that his fiancé ruined the ruse.

Sunhwa crossed her arms with a laugh, “Oh, so I'm suddenly not?”

“We have a contract.”

“Precisely!”

Her clapback was triumphant, and you stiffened even further.

“This is not what you think,” he said, having turned to you.

You looked at him slowly, but Sunhwa was already stepping closer between you, “This is exactly what you think! He's promised to me! How dare you come in here and try to seduce him with your false claims and—!”

“Enough!”

His roar effectively silenced her, making even the glass in your hand reverberate. It forced you to look away and realize you had no business standing there.

You put the glass on the coffee table, “I see you have things to discuss, so I'll leave you to it.”

You ignored the smothering silence surrounding you and headed up the stairs. 

That silence was dearly missed when the last concrete thing you heard was Sunhwa freaking out, “She's sleeping here?!”

You closed the bedroom door and weighed your options, but then ended up locking the door and hiding with your face into your pillow. You had drunk too much, and it was too late to wander off in the middle of Seoul. For now, you’d just have to stay.

[olivyh]

Does nobody in this house knock?

A/N: I've had this idea in mind for a while, and I've been on an Obey Me kick recently- I love these boys so much and they're so fun to write for (although consistently including six/seven people in one story is a bit of a challenge). This is supposed to be read as platonic but could go either way tbh. GN mc as always loves <3

Slight TW: For nudity (nothing serious really happens MC is just taking a bath and the brothers don't know what privacy is)

The House of Lamentation had its ups and downs- of course, the place was massive, which came with a plethora of spaces to crawl into if you wanted a moment of silence or needed a pretty room to study in. The kitchen was just as spacious- you were sure you couldn't use up all the counter space if you wanted to. The architecture was gorgeous and you could stare at the paintings that littered the halls all day (you wouldn't dare, though, after being told that some of them dislike the attention and could curse you if you stare for too long). Similarly, your room was one of your favorite spots in the house (along with Asmo's bathroom, which you were one of the lucky few to get the privilege of using when he wasn't having one of his frequent spa days. You also enjoyed wandering around the mansion (which, sadly, you were banned from doing after getting lost in one of the never-ending hallways and ending up deep underground, leading you to tearfully call Mammon and a house-wide scramble to find you before another one of Levi's rogue pets did). 

The downs were, naturally, the lack of private time. Despite how big the house was, everywhere you went one of the brothers seemed to conveniently be heading in that same direction or even already in that room. Did you want a snack in the kitchen? Beel was three steps ahead of you, and already inviting you out to Madam Screams after he cleans out the fridge. Need to study in the library? Satan just so happened to be going there as well (did he not have enough in his room? You thought almost bitterly at the loss of your time). Wanted to nap in the planetarium? You trip over a passed-out Belphie (why was he sleeping in the doorway?) and end up with a bloody nose from the impact. Wanted to sit in the common room? Levi was already there, playing Devil Cart on what looked like the Devildom's version of a switch with Mammon. If you wanted to study at the dining room table, Asmo would find you and all but drag you to his room for an impromptu game of dress-up. You'd thought going to the eldest would at least leave you alone, opting to study in his office until he'd corrected you on your posture and the way your shirt was hanging loosely off one shoulder more than the other every time, occasionally asking you questions relating to your work and not-so-subtly correcting every wrong answer you'd made (even if you never fully finished the problem). 

The brothers, however, knew that one time of the week was off limits- Saturday nights. You would often slip away and claim the shared bathroom for hours at a time, lighting candles and filling the bath until it was just high enough for you to soak up to your shoulders in. Of course, this was met with very little resistance (especially considering that all seven brothers somehow shared one bathroom with one toilet, which always baffled you. Though, you were certain that Lucifer had one of his own and was neglecting to let the others know). It never clashed with the nights Beel would come back from the gym in desperate need of a shower, or the nights Asmo would stumble back to the house covered in lipstick stains and reeking cheap perfume, or when Mammon would return covered head-to-toe in mud from walking Cerberus. You needed your time, you had told them. And they'd obliged. So, you'd set up a small routine to relax.  

Which was exactly what you were doing. You slip out of your silk robe (gifted by Asmo, naturally) and take a step onto the stool. The shared bathtub was absolutely massive, and you had to shyly ask Lucifer if he had a stool you could use just so you didn't have to climb into the damned thing the first week here. At a distance, it looked normal until... you stepped closer and realized that it wasn't. Although, you supposed it made sense considering how large the brothers were, especially Beel. It was hard picturing him fitting into a normal-sized tub, especially remembering that he struggled to submerge himself fully in the one they already had. Chuckling to yourself, you gingerly lowered yourself into the warm water with a sigh as you feel the pressures of the day melt away into the bubbly water.

The candlelight is the only thing illuminating the room, and the soft sounds of the water splashing against the side of the tub is nearly enough to lull you to a soft sleep if you'd decided to give in to the temptation. The brothers seem to be quieter than usual as well tonight, as you would normally hear some kind of yelling while bathed in the silence of the bathroom. You gently kick your feet in the water and watch as the ripple shines in the gentle candlelight. 

The water in the Devildom had shocked you with its opalescent gleam the first time you'd seen it, worried about drinking it. It had reminded you of the colorful outline left from oil slicks in puddles after it would rain. You were relieved to learn that it wasn't toxic, now basking in the slight glow that it gave your skin and the way it soothed any aches that you had. 

It was the perfect night, but you'd regretted not grabbing a snack to keep with you, or a glass of Demonus to drink while you soaked (even though you wouldn't get drunk and it tasted more like a spicy grape juice, you still felt fancy).

"Oh my stars, hon, you would never guess what happened!" You're shaken out of your thoughts as Asmo's shrill voice rings through the open doorway He makes his way over to the bath, pulling up the chair that sat in the corner of the room and you try to hide your growing annoyance. He leans over the edge of the tub, teasing his fingers in the water and playing with the bubbles. "So I was at the Fall, right-"

"Asmo," You say, a quiet warning. 

"And he really thought he could get away with trying to get between me and this other guy! Like, how dumb could you be? So anyways I turned to him and-"

"Asmo!" The demon pouts, folding his arms on the warm porcelain and resting his head on them, looking up at you through thick eyelashes. "I'm naked."

"I'm aware," He huffs, pursing his lips. "I've seen you bare before, love. Even if I hadn't, your body is not unappealing." He winks and you feel your face heat up. "So back to what I was saying-"

"MC!" Another shout and you groan, sinking deeper into the bath. "You're never gonna guess what I just did! I won the horse races! Highest bet, baby!" Mammon pumps his fist in the air as he beams, mussed hair likely from nervously running his hands through it. 

"You're interrupting my story, you ass!" Asmo shouts. 

"This is more important than your dumb story, drama queen!"

"Mammon!" You grumble. "Bathing?" He doesn't seem to hear you, though, as he continues to pace around the room, recalling every small detail about the race. His keychain clicks against the chains that loop from his belt, the clinking ringing through the room and grating on your nerves even more. Asmo continues to mindlessly play with the bubbles, even raising a soft hand to place a small crown of bubbles atop your head. You take it as a quiet apology from the demon. 

"I finally finished the book you'd asked me about-" Satan, as perceptive as he is, seems to understand your harsh glare from within the bath as he walks confidently through the open door (courtesy of Mammon and his excited forgetfulness). "And I'm aware that this is your time but I simply could not wait another moment-" He sits beside Asmo, nearly pushing the smaller man off the chair. The latter gasps dramatically, rounded lips forming a harsh 'o' shape as he holds his hand over his heart, offended as ever.

"Hey! I wasn't done yet!" Mammon huffs, crossing his arms and glaring at his younger brother. 

"You are now," He sneers before slipping open his book, reading through various notes and post-its he left buried within the pages. "Now, this scene in particular really stuck with me, and I'd very much like to hear your thoughts on it. It's when the protagonist-"

"Mc," Another quiet, almost apologetic voice from the doorway. Beel stands, nearly taking up the entire entrance, with armfuls of chips as he empties a bag into his mouth and tosses it into the trash near the sink. "I felt like you were hungry, so I got you something to eat," He holds out another bag and you take it, sighing as you fumble to open it and dig in. 

"Thanks, big guy," He hums before sitting cross-legged on the floor beside a still dejected Mammon, offering the older a bag as well. You don't have it in you to be annoyed at the gentle giant, and you were getting a little hungry, after all. 

"Anyways, back to my story-" Asmo begins, filling up the silence. 

"I didn't finish either," The second born growls through a mouthful of chips. 

"Finish eating, and Asmo, you were here first, you did your time and now it's my turn-" Satan shuts both of them down. 

"I wanna tell them about practice-" Beel interjects, moving on to another bag of chips. "I did a really cool move where-"

"Mc!" Another familiar voice joins the fray. "SoIwaswatchingthatshowyoutoldmeaboutandIthoughtitwasreallycoolandthere's-" Levi takes a gasping breath before continuing. "Areallyreallyreallycoolshowcaseonitinthehumanworldcomingupandweshoulddefinitelygo-"

"Levi, sweetheart, please breathe." You remind him, sinking deeper into the bath until it's just your eyes and nose peeking out from the surface of the water, glad that it muffles the sound a bit. 

"We should definitely go and wear matching costumes like the main characters and it'll be really cool and I already have an idea on how to make the props and it'll take a bit of time but we can definitely get it done in time and-"

"Ignore him," Satan sighs. "Anyways, I believe this scene is incredible I mean, did you see the wording in the second to last paragraph? It was so emotional I could hardly believe that he was faking it the whole time and-"

"My love, I never finished telling my story!" Asmo whines, pulling at your knee, which escaped from the water and is exposed to the chill of the air from when you sunk down further. "So then we ordered some Demonus, you know, as you do, and then this song starts playing and he comes back, so Solomon and I look at each other- you know that one look we share sometimes?- yes, that one, so we look at each other and then-"

"Hey, with all the money I just got, we should go shopping, yeah?" Somehow, Mammon had snuck around to the other side of the tub and started pacing on that side, grinning to himself. "I'll spoil ya rotten, I swear. Where do ya wanna hit first? We could go to Majolish, or we could hit that designer store up in the human world ya were tellin' me about-"

Beel continues to sit in silence, but his loud crunching is nearly deafening with all the noise the brothers are making, each of them unwilling to stop talking and wait their turn. 

"Mc-" A yawn. "Here you are-" Belphie stumbles, half-awake (and you weren't even sure of that, with how limbs moved ragdoll-like and the way his eyes were still closed.) "...was looking... everywhere..." He cuts himself with a snore before he falls forward and his stomach collides with the side of the tub, flipping over and landing in the water with you. 

"Belphie!" You shriek, fumbling to simultaneously get as far away from the still-sleeping demon as possible while trying to save him and while also trying to cover yourself from the eyes of the men in the room. 

"You're naked?!" Mammon screams, backing away until his back hits the wall. 

"HUH?!" You hear Levi wail before a thud sounds through the room and, if Satan's snort is any sign, you were sure he'd definitely just passed out and was lying unconscious on the cold tile of the bathroom. 

"Of course they're naked!" Asmo hums. "Who bathes with clothes on?"

"I don't care! Someone get Belphie out right fucking now!" You scramble up the side of the tub, feeling the rough fabric of his cardigan as he surfaces for air, still asleep as he hugs you as close to him as possible, burying his face- or what little you could see of it, with how his soaked hair conceals practically the entire thing- in the crook of your neck and wrapping his legs around your own (you grimace at the feeling of his wet sweatpants against you). Beel comes to your rescue as he attempts to pry his twin's arms off of you and apologizing every time his hands brush your exposed skin. Embarrassment heats your face as you try to squirm away, shouting at Mammon to grab you a towel as more and more water sloshes out of the tub, effectively soaking the pages of Satan's book and smearing some of Asmo's makeup. The former lets out an annoyed grumble as he curses the seventh for falling in and causing a scene in the first place while the latter gasps and rushes towards the mirror to assess the damages done, complaining about how perfectly his makeup was done today and now he was going to have to start all over-

Mammon rushes forward, towel in his extended arm as he slips on the spilled water with a yelp and sends himself flying into the tub as well, landing on top of Beel, who was still attempting to pry Belphie off of you. Beel, shocked by the impact, drops Belphie back onto you and is sent forward by Mammon's weight. Mammon follows close second, leaving you with three demons now in the tub as you try to shove all three off of you. It's difficult for them, as Beel is face-down in the water, his face wedged between your stomach and Belphies, with his legs bent awkwardly out of the tub and Mammon wedged between you and the wall, hands unable to find purchase as he's contorted and squished- not to mention that Belphie's legs had attempted to wrap tighter around your own and had successfully trapped Mammon's arm against your thigh and his face against the space between your shoulder blades, as well as further squishing his twin's face between the two of you. Both your hands are occupied with getting their heads out of the water so they could at least breathe, with two fistfuls of ginger locks and snow-white ones. 

"Everyone out, NOW!" Lucifer's voice rings from the doorway and the room is silent once more. The eldest grabs Beel's collar and pulls him out of the tub, with a grumbling Belphie following close behind (finally awake from the shouting). Mammon follows soon after, skirting out of the room without needing to be asked twice, not concerned in the slightest about how soaked his designer jacket was as you were sure he was going to explode from how red his face was. Asmo and Satan follow close behind, with the fourth-born grabbing a still-unconscious Levi by the ankle and dragging him out of the room. You sigh and sink into what little is left of the water, resting your head against the edge of the tub. 

"Thank you," You sigh. "That was a nightmare." 

"Of course," The firstborn stands still for a moment, clearing his throat. "While I am here, I recently received the scores from the exam that you had taken last week-"

"Lucifer," You glare at the man, eye twitching in annoyance. "Out."

He sighs, turning on his heel and striding out the door, closing it behind him with a click. Finally, in silence, you try to relax once more. 

The pounding of your heart doesn't allow it, though.

Neither do the bruises on your stomach from Beel's hard-as-a-rock forehead, or on your ribs from when Mammon had elbowed you in an attempt to flee, or the scratch on your back from when Beel had tried to separate Belphie from you only to find that the youngest was going to fight tooth and nail to continue your impromptu cuddle session and dug his bitten nails into your skin.

You laugh bitterly- something caught between an annoyed growl and a sob- and slam your fist uselessly against the porcelain. 

You were going to get them back for this.

[tmwcs]

“Child of the Sea”

A Drabble from the Mermaids Tale series, and dedicated to @hoonieshoney, my little Siren (if yk…then yk.) you did wonderful in your latest Drabble, so take this since you inspired this piece. Enjoy heedam 😈

Warnings: non con smut, dub-con, submissive reader, hesitation, cursing, unprotected smut in detail, breeding kink, baby trapping, unwanted pregnancy l, reader forced into getting pregnant, a slightly whiny Heeseung, this is based of the MT series so it may be confusing unless you’ve read the entire series (which is completed btw). Enjoy.

“Can you hear the ocean, baby?”

His voice submits you into a quivering quake of anticipation and fear. Yet there was something pleasing to the sense of danger in the arousal that forms inside, and he knows it. He creates it and makes you desire more, no matter how hard you try to fight against him.

“Tell me you can hear it.” He gently coos you as he rings his fingers and pushes back the strands of your hair aside, admiring your natural yet extraordinary features. Blessed as the descendant of Poseidon, your turquoise eyes glitter like the jewel itself, while your raving burgundy hair compliments the dark red lips. While many would initially mistake the colors of your DNA for colored contacts and hair dye, they would all drop dead upon finding out that it was all a reflection of your ancestors godly genealogy traits. “My beautiful siren. Sing for me, won’t you baby?”

You both lay facing each other. You didn’t have a choice, since he captured and held you against your will months ago, he’s forced you to sync with his schedule. Due to your recent good behavior, he clipped the chains and allowed you a certain amount of freedom in the room, even when he would be in the next one handling some business. However, no matter how much little freedom he permitted, you would never be allowed out of his grasp or sight. Rule of thumb was for you to remain within one hundred feet at all times, breaking that crucial rule resulted in you being locked away in the underground spa that he had costumed built, where the entire pool was surrounded by a smooth wall that caved the water in, similar to a well. The water came straight from the sea, and only a narrow stoop leading to the front door, escalating out of the shallow end allowed him to stand and watch you during his visits. The last time he had you locked in, forcing your transformation, he kept you as his pet and enjoyed keeping you in secrecy for nearly a whole month. The pool was deep. Below the surface, into the deeper end, the wall transition from brick stone to glass, where he could watch you from the other side in the underground chambers of a luxurious bedroom. Everytime you’d dive down and lurk to the bottom, you could see him sitting in a grand velvet chair, sipping in a glass of wine with his legs loosely crossed as he watched you in awe. How beautiful and magical did you look with your mermaid tail flowing behind.

Sometimes, he’d come up to the glass and press his palm flat against it, beckoning you to come up and flush your own with his. You knew better than to not come up when you’d hear the tapping of his fingers; disobeying him led to other punishments that were far too brutal. So even as much as you hated being treated as his little guppie in the wide aquarium, you had to pick your battles wisely.

All the more reason why you displayed your good girl behavior. You didn’t really realize that it was all part of his tactic in training you to become obedient, and respect the rules he set forth, all so he can keep you isolated and only where he can have you. Initially you behaved as part of a ploy to plot your escape, but day after day you found yourself becoming complacent, never finding the right moment to strike. You’ve attempted to use the Sirens Edge, yet he was far more immune to it than you expected. All thanks to his Adam traits mixed with the Siren DNA from the early ancestors of the clan. You hated to admit it, and still haven’t bend enough to fully do so, but little by little, you’ve come to accept your fate right this man in knowing that you’ll never escape and he’ll always keep you. The worst part? Someday you were going to be forced to bear him sons…all of which will continue the long pure lines of tradition in enhancing the longevity of the Clan of Adam.

Still, despite harboring such hatred and disgust towards him, his gentler and loving moments somewhat appealed to you. That was, after all, the whole reason why you were here. The reason why he caught and kept you. Punishing and training you…it was all because he loved you. Too much…

You hum a tune as he lays closely, his nose touching yours. He joins in as he recognizes the tune of your favorite song and incorporates the lyrics. “Sing either me baby.” Compelled to obey, you softly sing the lyrics. The mesh of both your voices combine a beautiful and harmonious sound that would put the entire world into a state of hypnotic slavery, for the women would abide by his demands under his serenade spell, and the men under yours.

The both of you continue to sing, and that’s when you notice his hands roaming. Please…not again.

“Keep singing.” He speaks against your skin darkly. You had to give it to him, he was devastatingly handsome and the alluring sense of his features only grew more wild as his eyes became darker and more dangerous. They nearly glowed purple, contrasting against your beautiful turquoise gems as he grips a fistful of hair on the back of your head. He pushes you flat against the bed, pressing his lips against yours. It was hard and abrasive, yet the beat of his passion weakened you. It was so contradicting how much you hated and enjoyed the feeling he made you experience.

During the kiss, he grabs on to your bicep and further pins you down, nearly digging you into the satin mattress. His free hand swipes up, riding along your inner thigh and it too, is pinned down against the sheets. He spreads you wide open, preparing you into prime position for him to plow into you, just as always.

Already half nude, he takes advantage of your full nudity as he unzips his trousers and whips out his member offensively. He was past the stage of sensuality and compassion, this was a night of lovemaking through the pure and shameful act of him fucking you into oblivion.

He was long, hard, and entirely too thick. Just looking at it reminded you of the painful sting you were subjected to during the first time, and the second, even the third. Hell, you can’t count how many times he’s taken you, all you know was that there was pain.

“Pl-please! Be gentle…your hurt me badly the last time.” You plead as you raise your hand and palm against his abdomen, gently pressing against it as he leans down and hovers above your frame. “But you ended up loving it, didn’t you?” He teases as he nibbles on your bottom lip.

You shake your head in denial, but he knew. He knew that with the pain, comes great pleasure. “N-no…” you murmured. He ignored your pitiful yelp and kisses you. Taking your hand in his, he drags it against the lean lines of his abdominal muscles and forced you to grab hold of his shaft, ensuring that every single one of your fingers are delicately wrapped around the circumference. All doing so without ever breaking the passionate kiss you enveloped you.

How cruel it was for him to make you feel it, especially since he enforced you to keep hold while he begins to plunge in. “Agh! No! No!” You moan out as the familiar sting bites you. “Shh…yes baby.”

Inch by inch, he slides in. You feel the length of his shaft growing shorter within your palm as he fills you; the strength of its form slipped away from your grasp only to be gripped by another part of you. Your inner muscles clench around his thickness, which sent your mind out of this world as you feel the form of his muscle twitch in response. You felt so good. Too good. The moment he felt your slick muscles clench, his head flings back and exposes his entire throat above you. It became the only view in your sight as you lay under him, forced to watch as he gulps out a moan and groans towards the ceiling while he goes further and further in. “Oh fuck…” he growls out as you squirm and shift, brows furrowed in to an expression of fear, worry, and pain. “Please…it’s too much…”

“Don’t worry baby…I’m going to take care of it in a second. Keep singing.” He winces his eyes shut for only a second before he lowers his head back down and stares into your eyes. “Give me many sons.”

You shake your head negatively as the remaining inch of him sinks into you. His balls kissing your skin as it mashes against your taint. “Please…too soon. I-I cant—“

“You can, and you will.” Was all he relayed before he starts his violent thrusts. Tonight, he wasn’t in the mood to make love, he was in the mood to breed…to mate. To make you carry a part of him and bring it to the world. He wanted to cum, to mix your bloodline with his. “Come on baby, turn me into a daddy. Let daddy’s dick make you into a mommy.”

You scream as he continues to fuck you into the mattress. Your hands fling around as you attempt to escape from under him, only for him to slap them away. But you were relentless, and continued to try and push him away. “Fucking hold still you little—“

He grits his words in slight annoyance as he pauses his thrusts and grabs on to your wrists, pinning them above your head as he takes his other hand and loops it around your upper thigh and pins it against your chest. Now he had more leverage to stroke his cock inside you more openly, and he did.

“Fuck…you feel even better like this.” He words out as he slams into you. The smooth length of his shaft squelches and squeezes its way in and out of you. The sound of his balls slapping into you started to work its magic and sent you into a delirious whirlwind of tingled pleasure.

“Oh my God!” You pant out as you gasp for air. He rests your thigh on his bicep to maintain the levitation of its position while his fingers creep up and gently caress your cheek. “Yeah? Fuck baby…just like that.” Through the ferocity of his act, he pants and groans out his words just as you did. While his lower half becomes more brutal, his lips and hands weee compassionate and sympathetic. There was that gentler tone of him that was lacking earlier. While he was continuously plunging in, he warmed your cheeks with the smooth swipe of his thumb as he wiped away the subtle tears that emerged from your gorgeous eyes.

“Fuck y/n—“ he pants out once more as he pauses to prop his weight on the balls of his kneecaps. Looping his arms around your kier back, he intertwined his fingers as they rest right above your derrière, elevating it off the bed, turning you into a human pendulum. he continued his unlawful movements as gravity takes effect and forces your shoulder blades to sink into the bed as he raises your pelvis higher against his abdomen. “Pleaese-please-please-please—“ you gasp out violently in sync with his thrusts, hoping he would slow down. Instead, he goes harder, faster, and deeper, digging into soft tissue as he penetrates deep into the abyss of your womb as he strikes in and out, tapping that soft spot that causes you to leak onto his shaft, permitting him to slide in and out effortlessly.

He takes a hand and moves it against the center of your chest, smoothing it all the way up against your throat, and under your chin. His thumb reaches up and makes its way into your mouth. You yell out your moans as the image of him using only one arm bridging under your rear and stabilizing your lower frame to fuck into you caused you to grow dizzy. He was strong. So strong.

The sound of skin meshing together with the sticky juices thickening as a result of the constant thrust made you gasp even more. It synchronized with the tempo of his thrusts and you could barely catch your breath. He was not far behind. With his tenacity in going deeper, the obsession of tasting the internal side of you, it was all enough to make his heart stop beating. “Y/n…my beautiful siren.” The last bit came out slightly whiny as his cock twitches violently. You could feel it.

“W-wait! Heeeeung!”

He was close, you could tell. As much as you were forced to enjoy this, and you did, the question of whether you were ready for motherhood became absolute in the sense that you weren’t ready. You can’t, not yet. Because the moment you do become pregnant with this man’s child, that means you won’t be able to escape…ever.

“Please…not-not inside!” You moan out, once again palming his lower abdominal muscles, a pitiful attempt in pushing him away. But it was no use. The second he cupped your own hand and held it in place as his thrusts increased in pace and became sloppy, the loud grunts coming from his mouth matched the momentum of his hips as he kept going in and out.

In and out.

In and…

“Heeseung stop! I can’t be a mother! Please!”

Ignoring your pleading, he takes his thrusts deeper as he shoots his cum deep inside. His head flings back once more, mouth wide open as he faces the ceiling and gulps out a growl as his hand slowly smooths over your mouth to cover your scream. “T-take it…fucking get pregnant.” He stutters as every single muscle on his body twitches while he releases his entire orgasm inside you. His eyes remained closed as he locates your tongue and feeds his fingers into your mouth, rubbing the inside of your cheek as he forces you to suck on them. You hiccup a few sobs as you look down and see him planted deep inside you, still pumping his seeds into your womb. “Y-you…you really tried this time…didn’t you?” You wailed as you quietly sobbed, fearing that he achieved his goal. “U-uh huh….” He lazily tuned out with his face still flushed with the ceiling, leaving only the view of his Adam’s Apple in sight for you to view as you watched it bob up and down when he responded.

Sure, he had never pulled out the other times, but he never railed into you as vigorously like he did tonight. Sighing out a deep breath, he finally lowers his head once more and lays on top of you, mashing his sweaty chest against your breasts. Choking out a chuckle, his fingers, coated in your saliva, trace lines along your face. Smirking, he darkly whispers against your lips…

“Now you’re never going to be able to escape from me.”

He was right. You’re never going to be able to leave, even if you had the chance to get to the sea, you won’t be able to find it within your heart to abandon the child he’s left inside you just now. From here on out, you were no longer a descendant of Poseidon…you were now a mother a part of the clan. Mother of an Adam.

Authors note: take that! 😈

[yandere-paramour]

What are the yanderes' ideal date nights? Who enjoys classic candlelight dinners/movie nights and who enjoys going to an escape room, aquarium/zoo, arcade, etc.?

On that subject, being with Ata would lead to disastrous gift shop visits; I wouldn't be able to stop myself from getting every plushie and cool rock and she'd just enable me.

I have been researching for this all DAY!! Let's GO!!

Vivien loves planning dates for you and him. Don't get him wrong, he loves a night where you both just curl up with some basil popcorn and watch some anime, but he also loves planning eclectic dates for the two of you. He wants to give you the kind of experience neither of you have ever had before, the kind that you'll be talking about months, even years later.

To find these crazy date ideas, Vivien always browses the city's event pages. There are always tons of fun and interesting things that either he is interested in and wants to share with you, or that he thinks you will be interested in. There is a lecture at the Botanical Gardens called "Around the World in 20 Plants" where you can learn about obscure ethnobotany. The Amphibian Society has a "Critters and Cabernet" event where you get to play with the salamanders and frogs. The science museum has an adult "After Dark" night and the observatory has an Open House night! He takes you to the art museum for a cartography workshop, to the IMAX theatre for a documentary about the Arctic, and to an underground speakeasy for Edgar Allen Poe night.

If you're not into doing something very in-depth but you still want to go out, Vivien suggests a drive-in movie. His car is

You always end up seeing the stars or holding some kind of critter or doing some kind of fun activity, and it's all the more special because Vivien is with you.

Popular Vivien Dates: Science Museum, Salamander Society Open House Night, Cabernet and Critters, Botanical Garden Lecture, Drive-In Movies, Speakeasys, Art Museums.

Variety is the spice of life for Noelle. She is well aware that even though you get overwhelmed easily, you still need excitement and stimulation and she is happy to spoil you. Therefore, you and Noelle have a few dates a week. It is usually one low-key date and one bigger one. The low-key one is always very calm and chill, usually just the both of you cuddling on the couch, a bowl of some sort of snack in your hands as Noelle feeds you, calmly watching a movie. Noelle likes these because she gets to put her laptop down and really just enjoy touching you and enjoying your company. She gets very relaxed and calm during this time, she's very happy. Another kind of low-key date is a spa night. Noelle loves taking care of you and this is perfect for both of you; she gets to care for you and you get to lay back and enjoy being pampered. You both bathe together, do face masks, paint nails, and Noelle always takes her time giving you a long massage and really showing you how much she loves you.

For the exciting date, Noelle always picks a theme like an activity, around the world, a particular event, something like that. Sometimes you still watch a movie but she does a kind of movie theme thing where like if you watch Ratatouille, she will make sure you eat all the food from the movie. If there is a concert you really really want to see, she will stream it right to your living room, put up decorations, and basically throw you your own private launch party. She has subscriptions to all sorts of activities like at-home escape rooms/murder mysteries, craft kits, date-night boxes, anything that you might be interested in trying. Noelle loves how excited you get for your date when a new box comes. The walls of Noelle's office are covered with all the paintings you've done together. If it's not time for a box, Noelle falls back on some childhood favorites: indoor picnics, blanket forts, and indoor camping. Noelle is particularly fond of the dates that last a couple hours; she wants the fun and your happiness to last as long as possible.

Popular Noelle Dates: Making sushi/pasta from scratch, streaming an event to your apartment, indoor camping, picking a country/movie and eating food from that place/thing, subscription box night.

Atalanta is a traditional date kind of woman. A romantic candlelit dinner, a movie, just something where you both can sit and talk and give each other your full attention. Atalanta has the resources and the audacity to fly you anywhere in the world for a weekend just because you had a mildly stressful week and needed a break, or you were craving a smoothie with fresh mangos. No matter how obscure the venture or how difficult-to-procure the reservations, Atalanta's money can grease some palms.

One major date for Atalanta is dinner. There are several interesting and expensive restaurants in the city, and Ata is well-known to all of them. Any time a new gourmet restaurant sets up in the city, they send the Montclairs an invitation, hoping they will be seen coming because that will skyrocket their business. Ata doesn't go to many, but if you are interested, she will make it happen. A normal restaurant is nice, but Ata also likes taking you to ones that are very unique. A molecular gastronomy experience with food you barely understand, meat grilled with the heat of volcanoes, or a food/architecture combination.

Ata is also a great patron of the arts. There are a few theatres in the city and the Montclairs have private boxes on reserve at all of them. If Atalanta Montclair sends word that she will be seeing a show that night, whoever intended to use that box that night better get tf out because everyone knows the Montclairs take priority. The seats in the box are more like thrones than seats; soft, comfortable, with a perfect view of the stage. The staff dote on the two of you, bringing you champagne and light snacks and constantly checking to make sure you are comfortable. Ata doesn't like to be bothered so she sends them away, and you sit on her lap, letting her feed you popcorn as you both watch Swan Lake.

If you want to go to the cinema instead of the theatre, she will gladly take you to "Fork n' Film". It is usually booked months in advance but if you want to go this weekend, she will make it happen even if she has to buy this branch of the company and make them add a private showing. If you want it to be a double date, she can even invite Noelle and her Darling to come. Spend the evening cuddled up to Atalanta on a comfortable couch, you both watching Ratatouille while eating the food from the movie at the same time Remmy cooks it. There are movie-themed cocktails too, and they have non-alcoholic options, but Ata is in such a good mood that she might even allow you to drink.

Another fun date idea is a sunset sail. The Montclairs don't own a boat (they don't want to), but they have a boat rental company on standby and do use it. Just you, her, and a sparse crew on a small yacht, the warm sun on your faces as you both are served a delectable dinner. Imagine Atalanta in some breathable linen, her arm curled gently around your waist as you both point out dolphins together. Imagine doing the Titanic "King of the World" stance with her as the ocean lightly sprays you both. Imagine her pulling you close on the bow of a boat, kissing you at the crux of sunset. If it's a particularly special occasion, she might even arrange fireworks.

Popular Atalanta Dates: Sunset Sail, Expensive or New Restaurants, The Arts (ballet, symphony, theatre), Gourmet Picnic Basket.

[lunastrophe]

Illithid's Skin Care

So, I was thinking...

🦑 Typically, skin of a healthy mind flayer is always covered in a thin coat of mucus, also known as illithid mucus, that is naturally secreted by glands in the illithid's skin. It gives off a faint odor (like onion, garlic or vanilla).

🦑 Mind flayers absolutely hate dry environments and hate having dry skin.

Like, seriously - in Icewind Dale 2, in the Underdark location, you can even meet an illithid chilling near a steam pool (which is probably some kind of a local illithid spa or something). He is rather unwilling to move elsewhere, saying:

I enjoy my proximity to the steam pool. It makes my skin feel well ✨ (...) caves contain many webs and are dry. I do not like them.

🦑 Knowing this - if you are thinking about evolving into partial-illithid or full illithid, remember that at some point, you will probably need to change your typical skin care routine and moisturize a lot along the way.

🦑 And if you are thinking about befriending or romancing Emperor, find him a nice underground steam pool, or suggest a relaxing steam bath - he will probably love it!

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This may look like your ordinary mansion, but don't be fooled. This 2018 estate in Battle Creek, Michigan has everything, including being fully equipped for an apocalyptic takeover. 5bds, 9ba, $5.75M. According to the description, they spent $10M developing it into a potentially off-grid compound, so it's a steal at $5.75M.

We've seen mansions before, so we'll just take a peek at the home part, (hint- it's blindingly WHITE), then cut to the chase to the special features.

You get the idea. Click on the listing to see all 138 photos, but wear sunglasses, b/c this house is too white.

It has a sauna and a therapeutic pool and spa.

And, there's also a home theater.

The 290.55 acre lot has a lot of ground to cover. There's this fenced-in area that looks like it's for growing your own vegetables.

I don't know if they haven't set the greenhouse up yet, or if they removed everything, but it looks like the equipment is new.

There's a house that was probably already on the property when they bought it.

On a remote part of the huge property is the entrance to the bunker.

This is your spacious apocalyptic bunker ready to be filled with supplies, etc.

The soil beds are ready for you to start your indoor garden (would also make a great pot grow room).

There's storage everywhere down here.

It's gigantic.

Such a large area, it must sprawl way out underground.

Another bathroom. I counted about 4 down here.

Sleeping quarters.

Another living area with a 2nd kitchen.

A bedroom?

While everyone else is trying to escape the apocalypse, you can be having a relaxing soak.

No idea what this is- maybe a deeper, more secure space? Soundproof? Okay, I've been informed that this is a firing range. So, I guess they're preparing to battle it out if they have to.

In the meantime, you can enjoy the beautiful property. Screw those ugly decommissioned missile bunkers, this is a mansion bunker.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/22072-Pine-Lake-Rd-Battle-Creek-MI-49014/126672646_zpid/

[houserautha]

Imagining Feyd and reader sneaking off to one of the palace fortress’ pool spas that overlooks geidi prime. They start off splashing/teasing one another in the pool and giggling, and then it turns to sex real quick (like everything with them always does 😂)

Everything does turn into sex😂😂 we love it (and him)

I might be doing my own worldbuilding here (and it might not even make sense lol) but what if the runoff from the factories like festered underground and heated these springs throughout Giedi Prime. It could be used as a source of additional energy or for relaxation.

Steam rises up off the hot springs, and you wrinkle your nose in disgust. The odor isn’t pleasant but not exactly unpleasant. Feyd explained to you earlier that the springs were a result of the factory excess, which seemed like a generous name for pollution; however, he assured you that there would be no harm in swimming in it. “You’ll see,” he tells you confidently.

The spring is of private use to House Harkonnen. Its water is mostly clear, surrounded by barren land and tufts of wilting plants, though you swear there’s a faint radioactive tint to it.

“If I don’t die first, I will kill you for making me do this,” you say to him. You hear the rustling of clothing and look up in time to see Feyd removing his clothes until he’s completely naked, grinning at you as he steps out of his pants.

A flush burns your face. Ahem. Wow.

You watch, bewildered and enticed, as he strides away from you and then dives elegantly into the hot spring. Water sluices from his smooth brow, his broad shoulders and down the muscled plane of his chest.

“Are you too afraid?” Feyd teases you.

Never one to deny a challenge, you quickly strip down to your underwear and tiptoe to the water’s edge. “Feyd?” The na-Baron had vanished from the surface. “Come on, that’s not funny —”

Suddenly a pair of hands seize your legs. You shriek as you’re pulled down into the water, unable to stop yourself in time. The water is nice and warm on your skin as you’re dunked under, and when you manage to redeem yourself you level a glare at your attacker.

“It was kind of funny,” Feyd replies, deadpanned.

This prompts you to engage in a splashing war, one that you regret starting after Feyd takes it with utmost seriousness. Finally you relent by diving under the water and swimming away from him, though he’s reticent to let you go. He catches you near the embankment, grabbing you by the hips and pinning you up against it.

You squirm and shriek good-naturedly. “No! Don’t! Stop! Let me go!”

“Don’t stop?”

Feyd’s fingers bury into your sides, enticing more giggles from you. Your mouth is stretched open in a laugh when he suddenly captures it with his, one arm sneaking around you to cradle your head. You sigh into him, body melting, the adrenaline of the chase subsiding, replacing with something hotter than the springs themselves.

His kiss is searing, burning down the column of your throat. You remember that he’s naked when you feel his stiff member nudging into your inner thigh and, without thinking, reach down to wrap your fingers around it.

A growl rumbles deep in his chest. Keeping you from the ground, he hooks you to him while he crawls out of the spring and onto the flat ground. He’s fumbling eagerly for your underwear. Once his hand dips below the waistband, your breath hitches and you breathe out, “Don’t stop.”

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 40

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

If you'd like to join in for a girl’s day we're going to the spa, Carol’s text read when I awoke the next morning.

“Well, what am I going to do with myself all that time?” Dr. Miller teased; though after a cozy morning in bed together, he bid me farewell for the day. I knew it would give him a chance to go skiing or snowboarding without having to feel bad about it. I was sure he would link up with Will at some point.

I was nervous when I met up with Carol again, as I had never met her friends that were in the wedding party. There were three of them. Wendy, a cousin she had a close friendship with. Ernesta, a friend that Carol had been close with since her teenage years. And Annie, a British woman Carol had worked with for over ten years at Hillcrest. The two of them had become really close over time.

“This is (Y/N),” Carol introduced me to her circle of pals. “She and Joel have been seeing each other.”

“He's quite the hunk,” Annie teased, making Carol laugh and swat her friend in the arm.

I laughed with them and shrugged. “Thank you for the invite.” Their banter was giving me serious Mamma Mia vibes.

“I hope you like mimosas and massages,” Ernesta said to me. “It's the only way we could convince this one to stay off the slopes the day before her wedding.” She motioned to Carol.

“I can do mimosas and massages,” I assured them, grinning as they welcomed me to their little hen party.

“And pedicures,” Wendy added.

Once the five of us were down in the underground area that housed the spa, all donning bathrobes, I finally let myself relax around them. They were all friendly, though I could tell how close these women were. It made me miss Tori a bit; though I was perfectly content where I was.

“And how long have you been together?” Annie asked as we sat side by side in pedicure chairs with our feet soaking.

“A couple of months,” I explained. It had only been about a month-and-a-half but I rounded up.

“Ahh, new romance. That's the most fun in the world.” She had a friendly, round face and her accent made me smile. Annie was one of those funny, warm souls. I already enjoyed being in her company.

“I really like Joel a lot,” I told her, smiling wide. “He's just..”

“A hunk,” she blurted out again, shamelessly, as she adjusted her oversized glasses.

I chuckled. “Yeah, he's a hunk,” I agreed.

“Do you ladies want to try to salt caves?” Wendy asked, leaning forward in her chair so she could see everyone.

“What in the bloody hell is that?” Annie asked.

“They’re supposed to promote relaxation,” Ernesta explained.

“They have those here?” Carol asked.

Wendy nodded, “We might as well go into this rehearsal dinner fully relaxed, right?”

Annie raised her hand and spoke to no one in particular. “Another mimosa, please!”

I laughed to myself and sat back as the staff returned to prepare our pedicures. It made me realize how badly I needed a girls’ day.

..

James sat in a room in the security building alone. A spread of small monitors was in front of him and he studied one after the other after the other. Despite the case being on the shoulders of more prominent law enforcement officials, James couldn't help himself. He wanted to see first hand if the security footage held any information of the identity of the lady killer.

It had been multiple days. James had spent hours in that room by himself. Solving this insane string of murders had become an obsession. Each time someone was murdered, the obsession grew stronger.

James had looked through one area of campus footage to the next. He kept at it most nights until his eyes grew so strained and tired that he couldn't focus anymore.

The date. The time of the kill. He knew the numbers by heart, almost down to the second. And while the body had been dropped where no cameras were, the person responsible had to be on those tapes somewhere.

That night, after months of searching, James finally thought he had a lead. In one camera from the night of the latest murder, there was a shadowy figure that crossed passed a row of trees near the pond on campus. He almost didn't see it, but after pausing the footage just right, there was a clear pair of legs he could see mid-stride. It was so dark that that's all he could make out - the legs. The upper body blended with the darkened backdrop.

That one almost went unnoticed. But it led James to explore the next camera along the traveler’s path. Again, the figure blended and almost went unnoticed, but there was movement clear as day, especially when he zoomed in.

“I'm gunna get ya,” James spoke to himself as he sipped on a coffee. He never took his eyes off the screen.

The next surveillance camera was similar. Shadowy, unclear movement. Easy missed at first and second glances. But someone was there. Someone was lurking away from Woodbridge’s campus at the exact time the body had been dropped.

“Come on,” he begged. “Show yourself.”

By the time James got to the final camera on campus, the person walked beneath a street light and he paused it.

“Fuck.” James zoomed in and zoomed in again, and then zoomed out. The only thing he could tell was that this was a human being. That's it. Was it a man? A woman? From the stature he guessed a man but he couldn't even be one hundred percent certain of that. Their back was to the camera and they were clad in all black.

And that was it. The person rounded off campus and onto the next street.

James smacked his hand down on the table in frustration. “Damn it.” He slumped in his chair and sighed, staring at the vacant scene before him.

Where did he go?

“Bank Street,” James spoke aloud. His eyes danced back and forth as he thought of the route.

The person took a right onto Bank Street. There was a bar called O'Malley's, Planet Pizza, a candy store and two little clothing shops. Across the street from that was an old time ice cream parlor named Pete’s, Crave Cookies and a sneaker store.

One of those has to have a camera.

James checked his watch, downed the rest of his coffee and then headed out to hit the businesses of Bank Street.

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Day 2: Spa Day

THE DIFFICULTY WITH living in a secret underground bunker, however extensive and well-furnished, was that it had been designed ans constructed with a certain level of practicality in mind. While the rooms were decently furnished and the bathrooms set up to provide truly excellent water pressure, there were only showers and no actual baths, and the beds were largely utilitarian with metal frames supporting basic mattresses and plain cotton sheets. Dean had been the first to cave and, using the Men of Letters payroll accounts Charlie had dug up for them, bought himself a memory foam mattress and new pillows and sheets, and he had badgered his younger brother until Sam had given in and upgraded his own bedding.

Castiel appreciated the soft modal jersey knit sheets very much where they brushed his skin as he sat on the bed, his back supported by the wall and headboard and cushioned by one of the pillows. He was reading aloud from the rotational book Sam kept on his nightstand (this week was "Lords and Ladies" by Terry Pratchett) while Sam sat beside him on the bed and tended to trimming and filing the fingernails of his free hand with a much greater skill than Castiel could have managed on his own.

A knock on the door frame interrupted Castiel's reading of the somewhat fanciful accounting of a witches battle by way of cloudwatching, and Dean poked his head into the room, eyebrows going up at the sight of them. "Sorry to interrupt the spa day, ladies, but are you two planning to come have lunch any time before dinner?"

"I have to watch my figure," Castiel deadpanned, making Dean choke and Sam swallow down a laugh. He had gotten better at responding to Dean's bizarrely gendered and misogynistic comments with little quips like that, especially since it helped Sam to feel more at ease whenever Dean found them doing something that he deemed "girly". Castiel, having only really been occupying a physically male body for a handful of years and so having far less in the way of learned shame over unnecessarily gendered behaviors, had taken it upon himself to remind Dean that such comments were in poor taste, and it seemed that returning the bad jokes with other jokes got the best responses from both Winchesters.

"We'll come get something in twenty minutes," Sam chimed in once he had his amusement under control. With a quick glance up at Castiel, he added, "Don't wanna risk messing up our manicures."

"Right," Dean muttered, rolling his eyes. "If you haven't come out by then, I'll assume you're waiting for dinner."

He left then, and Castiel waited until he was most likely out of earshot before asking, "Spa day?"

"A day taken off from work or other responsibilities to engage in personal pampering, usually at a specialized salon or spa, but also frequently done at home as a way to relax and take time for yourself away from the usual stress of life," Sam explained. "It's not actually restricted to women to indulge in a spa day, but the media tends to mostly show women doing so."

"I see," Castiel hummed. Taking the time to rest and relax and do something nice for the sake of it sounded quite pleasant, and while Sam tending to Castiel's nails was mostly out of necessity, the location was certainly an indulgence, as was the choice to read aloud for Sam. "Dean would probably benefit from a 'spa day' of his own, I would think."

"He would at that," Sam agreed with a grin that told Castiel he was likely imagining Dean's face if that was ever suggested in his hearing. "That's this hand done. Switch?"

Castiel obligingly swapped the book over to his newly manicured hand and shifted on the bed before presenting the other hand to Sam. A moment later, he found his place in the story and began to read again.

[lettersfromaphrodite]

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― pairing : Han Jisung x fem! reader ― content warnings : smut, fluff, royals au, vampire au, Han is a vampire, reader is a vampire Queen, mentions of blood, unprotected sex, medieval settings as always // I used some of the Black Desert Online cities’ names because I don’t have enough creativity to come up with brand new names. ― word count : 5.863 ― notes : if you don’t know, a Queen can rule while being unmarried and if she ever decides to marry, her husband won’t automatically become King, but simply be referred as the Consort Prince. ― notes : ⚠️ This fic will appear on BOTH��Royals and Vampire Series! ⚠️

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🧛‍♂️ VAMPIRE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix

👑 ROYALS! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix part one | part two // Jeongin

The amount of wealth you slowly accumulated during the centuries allowed you to realize one of your biggest dreams: an entire room dedicated to a giant pool filled with thermal water, inside one of the private underground rooms in your Castle. You still remember Felix’s face as you announced him about the prospect of setting up a room just for a Victorian-style spa, and of course, the four golden waterfalls at the respective corners of the tub were not something you were willing to give up.

Slowly, within the years, that room became your favourite one and you spent most of your time in there; therefore, Felix – your Royal Counsellor, knew exactly where to find you anytime you were neither in the throne room nor in your private quarters.

And today was definitely not an exception.

«The Royal Council had a meeting,» Felix announced, elegantly walking in the room with his hands behind his back.

«Without the Queen? Now, that’s treason.» you remarked, raising your eyebrow while sipping blood from a golden chalice. «What did they say to make you run here?»

«Apparently, you need to get married.» he dramatically announced, faking an innocent expression as he tilted his head, his fluffy white hair moving along as he shifted his gaze to the left with a sudden amused smile at the memory to what happened to your first and only husband.

«I’ve been running this Kingdom on my own for more than 800 years,» you slowly savoured another sip of blood, shifting your position in the water in order to sit more comfortably, «what could have happened to make so weak to the point of needing a man?» your gaze burned into Felix’s gentle one, finding there the same sight of pure love and submission that had been there every day since the day you turned him, centuries ago. From the moment you had saved him from certain death, Felix had loved you in the most innocent way, seeing you as his saviour and therefore, immediately submitting to your power not only as a Queen, but also as a woman. 

«The Kingdom of the West wants us to give up the City or Epheria to them.» Felix referred you what they had been talking about during the meeting. An annoyed, exasperated sigh escaped your lips as you were about to answer the obvious: only an idiot would give up a port city as big as Epheria, when Felix interrupted you again, «They threatened to conquer Calpheon if we don’t.»

«What?!» you asked in disbelief, «Are they planning to cut us out from every western resource?»

«The Council…» Felix watched as you carefully placed the golden cup of blood on the floor and far away enough so that it wouldn’t mistakenly fall into the water. «…said we could ask for help to the Kingdom of the East. King Changbin not only is powerful but also unmarried.»

As you immersed yourself even further in the water so that only your face remained outside, you had to admit to yourself that probably, it would have been the best thing to do.

As much as you hated the idea of submitting to a man and therefore depend on him, your priority has always been thinking about your Kingdom and the people who lived in it. Probably, this was the main reason why you managed to turn a small and helpless Kingdom into one of the largest and most influential realms.

Calpheon, however, was a big and lively city, its geographical position in the centre of your territories made it particularly coveted; you managed to conquer the city with extreme fatigue not more than two centuries ago, and since then, you had to always pay particular attention to the number of soldiers assigned to the city’s protection. Cases of attempted invasion by external realms were not uncommon, but you were more than determined to defend what you conquered and therefore, if you managed to get the Kingdom of the East’s alliance, it would have been impossible for someone else to conquer it.

As for King Changbin, it was certainly not the first time you killed a vampire, you could eventually get rid of him as soon as he got too annoying for your tastes. The victorious smile on Felix’s lips slowly grew wider as he saw you mentally fighting with yourself before eventually, giving up.

«I will immediately send them a letter.» he added, before excusing himself and letting you quietly finish your bath.

As expected, King Changbin’s reply came few days later.

«Why is he sending his emissary?» you mumbled in disbelief, re-reading his letter as both you and Felix sat on your bed. Felix shrugged, his lips slightly tainted from the blood he sipped from one of your expensive chalices; despite you were confused with why King Changbin wasn’t personally coming, you smiled with adoration at the boy sitting with crossed legs in front of you.

Felix’s soft white hair was in stark contrast to his deep crimson eyes; however, the innocent look he had anytime he drank blood made him somehow look some sort of angelic. You reached out with your thumb in order to collect the driblet of blood threatening to fall from his lips before sucking on your tainted finger.

«You’ve been a vampire for more than 800 years and you’re still a messy eater,» you chuckled, «oh, Lixie, you’re such a baby.» you chanted, smiling softly at Felix, which simply stuck his tongue out.

If you were to be honest, you expected the East Kingdom’s emissary to look like a lot of things: an old man, a grumpy bishop – even more annoying than the one admitted in your Council, but definitely, you didn’t expect him to look like a hot, young boy with dark blonde hair and a constant unbothered expression.

The Council had a meeting few hours after Jisung’s arrival and, surprisingly, he didn’t come to sign the marriage’s papers. 

«My King wants me to stay for a bit and send him some reports if this marriage is worth the effort.» Jisung’s gaze teasingly locked with yours, and you felt your cheeks heating up.

«Worth the effort?» you immediately answered, but he simply nodded at you in a polite way; with an annoyed scoff, you placed your chin in the palm of your hand while raising your eyebrow, silently waiting for him to explain himself.

«The effort, obviously, would be risking a war against the Kingdom of the West.» he added, but before he could talk further, the bishop interrupted him.

«Maybe you should write a report to your King and ask him how long you should extend your stay.» you uncomfortably shifted in your seat at how rude he had just been to your guest.

«Remind me why do we need a Catholic icon when we’re literally walking corpses.» you mumbled, leaning towards Felix which simply looked at you in an almost scolding manner.

«Well, because at least three quarters of the people of this Kingdom are not.» he mumbled back, reminding you once again that, even if he was the most obnoxious man you’ve met in almost a millennium, you still somehow needed his presence.

Vampires and human got somehow along with each other, even if cases of vampires murdering people due to their hunger weren’t uncommon. However, during the years, people slowly got used to the idea of having a vampire as their Queen and most absolute authority and so, some people started to willingly offer their blood to vampires, instead of letting them kill people in order to feed.

Jisung politely smiled at the bishop, imperceptibly raising his eyebrow, «Forgive me, your Grace, but I know exactly how to behave, since I’ve been serving my King for as long as I can remember,» despite the fact that he kept a gentle tone, his eyes were narrowed, and the bishop furiously blushed in embarrassment.

«He shut him up so easily!» you whispered to Felix, as the both of you shared a surprised look. «I like him already.» you mumbled again before raising your voice for everyone at the table to hear you loud and clear.

«At least, we’ll have some entertainment.» Felix remarked, commenting on how in almost a millennium, occasions to feel honestly amused eventually started to decrease.

«If all the problems have been settled,» you glared at the bishop which was refraining from meeting your stern gaze, «Jisung will remain for as long as he needs.»

The citizen of your country deeply respected you and they meticulously followed your rules, knowing that eventually, your forgiveness wouldn’t have been something easy to obtain.

Over the years, however, your hatred remained particularly focused on a very particular guild and so, as you were looking at five wanted criminals being harshly pushed on their knees, their wrists tightly handcuffed behind their back, you smirked in victory, not bothering to hear their pathetic excuses to defend themselves.

«For what concerns me,» your voice echoed through the throne room, «I consider you guilty of all the charges that have been made.» you moved your hand towards the captain of the guards which immediately understood.

Immediately, the criminals were dragged away from the throne room and escorted to the dungeons where eventually, they would either die or become a tasty midnight snack.

«Did you notice the seal embroided on their cape?» Felix whispered, politely leaning towards you from his standing position; you nodded, your eyes still focused on the writhing men being dragged away. There was no way you could forget; there was only one Guild which used two crossed axes as their symbol, and it was the Guild which almost killed Felix centuries ago.

«This is why, I want them gone.» you suddenly turned your head towards Felix, smiling softly at him before leaning in and gently head-butting your forehead against his; the two of you giggled, an exchange which didn’t go unnoticed to Jisung’s eyes, watching the two of you from a close distance.

It was not uncommon for people to mistaken your relationship with Felix; your eyes met Jisung’s across the room, and you immediately understood he was studying the two of you, trying to figure out the bond the two of you were sharing.

Although days passed by rather quickly, you never expected to find Jisung’s presence so enjoyable and entertaining; you spent most of your days showing him around – both the Castle and the Kingdom, and he always seemed positively surprised anytime by how many things reminded him of his Kingdom, therefore unexpectedly praising you at random times and making you advert your gaze in a sort of embarrassment you didn’t understand. 

Jisung was clever boy, a few centuries younger than you were; you learned that as much as you did with Felix, Changbin was the one that turned him. Him and Changbin were actually good friends during Jisung’s mortal life, but eventually, Jisung got ill and Changbin decided to turn him into a vampire – of course with the boy’s approval.

Anytime Jisung talked about his King or his Kingdom, you could see a sense of pride and affection in his eyes, and you smiled anytime, glad to know that you weren’t the only one blessed with a faithful and loyal counsellor.

By the way Jisung talked about his friendship with Changbin, you found it easy to see yourself in his King; you knew that Changbin would have burned the world to ashes for Jisung if needed, exactly as you would have done for Felix.

Jisung, unexpectedly, was also very talented in giving you mixed feelings; he was undoubtedly attractive, and he thought the same thing about you, but he acted in a way no one in your Kingdom has ever dared to. Jisung would occasionally answer with sarcastic remarks, giving you the impression that he wanted to challenge you but honestly, he was only trying to get under your skin; you quickly catched up with his game of his, entertained and intrigued.

Therefore, the tension between the two of you inevitably started to grow to the point where anytime you were alone in your carriage and he was looking at you as if he would have wanted to devour you, you had to focus on the small talk you were having, in order not to move from your position and sit on his lap.

Sometimes, you had the feeling that you and Jisung were having a sort of competition, playing a game where you had to make the other give in to your mutual desire first.

Jisung looked breath taking dressed in white, you thought, walking towards him as he was politely waiting for you in front of the wide glass door leading to the garden.

«If I may ask, your Majesty,» despite your authorization to drop the formalities, he kept referring to you by your title; a normal act which, however, escaping his lips always seemed incredibly provocative. Jisung politely offered you his arm, and you gladly linked yours with his, content about the small touches you shared. «I was wondering why you and Felix seemed to be so close.» he wondered as the both of you slowly strolled through the extensive and blooming garden of your castle during a spring afternoon.

«Why, are you doubting my loyalty?» advertising your gaze from Jisung’s attractive features, you prevented an amused giggle from escaping your lips, «Can you keep a secret?» you felt Jisung’s eyes on you at your sudden whisper, «Felix was the first human I turned, long ago. I was barely over the new-born phase when I managed to save him from the grasp of death,» your eyebrows knitted in a momentarily sad expression at the bittersweet memory of that night, Felix’s pained screams sometimes haunting your nightmares even after all these years. «We were both thieves back then, when eventually, we were so thirsty that we sucked both a Duke’s and his wife’s blood, before stealing their titles, moving to the Capital and living their expensive lives.»

Jisung listened carefully while glancing at you every now and then. «Did you steal the former Queen’s life, too?» he wondered, and you laughed at his innocent question.

«I didn’t need to. I simply convinced the King to divorce and marry me instead.» you explained with a smug expression, opening your expensively decorate fan, a mere act of pretend, since you were immune at the temperature as much as Jisung was. «You’d be surprised about how a young girl could manipulate an old man; with the false promises of exchanging sexual favours for a title, he easily subdued. What a pity,» you cooed, not doing anything to change the unapologetic tone of your voice, «He couldn’t stay alive to see the sunset that evening.» even by a quick glance, you could feel the curiosity that Jisung’s eyes were showing, along with unspoken questions.

«Killing a vampire isn’t easy, I know,» you explained, your hand slightly tightening around Jisung’s firm arm, «This is why I've been poisoning him for months, thanks to Felix’s help. He died as soon as he touched the bed; the potion was created to have the same symptoms as a heart attack. I nominated Felix as my one and only Royal Counsellor, and I guess we simply grew even closer… I consider him as my little brother, and he sees me as his saviour.» you confessed, looking ahead of you with a sincere and content smile, «I believe Felix is the only one who gave me his love without asking for something in return.» 

Jisung attentively listened to your story, fascinated but also not completely surprised by your wit; even if no one knew the details of your ascent to the throne, everyone knew about the vampire Queen that managed to turn a small and helpless Kingdom into one of the largest and most important ones, all by herself. Therefore, the unexpected threaten to your Kingdom was, to others, a more than rich occasion to become even more powerful.

«I don’t understand why you shared such an important secret with me,» Jisung provoked you, leaning dangerously against your ear, «I could always tell someone else.» you stopped walking, a knowing smile adorning your lips as you stepped in front of him with a small graceful movement.

«You probably wouldn’t like to underestimate me, Han Jisung.» you ignored the crimson shadow flashing into his eyes, as you delicately closed your fan in order to hold on it with both hands behind your back, before taking another imperceptible step closer and pressing your chest against his. «I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty.» you whispered, and Jisung held your gaze; something you were definitely not used to. Beside Felix, everyone was scared of you to the point to advert their gaze immediately – some didn’t dare to look at you in the eyes in the first place, and the fact that Jisung’s mischievous and provocative gaze was burning into yours made something into your soul spark into a foreign sensation you haven’t felt in centuries.

Jisung was challenging you: not your authority as a Queen, but as a person. He loved to see how you reacted every time, to see you always on the verge of losing yourself to your instinct and desires but somehow, always managing to refrain yourself from doing so; Jisung wanted you and he hoped, deep inside, that someday you would forget about the etiquette.

With your chest pressed against his, you had the sensation that anyone could cut the tension between the two of you with a knife; it was obvious that you were attracted to each other, but he was an emissary from another Kingdom, while you were somehow being tested for your attitude and whether your Kingdom was a valid choice. Even if you wanted to abandon yourself to these new and definitely addictive feelings by easily closing the gap between your lips and let Jisung take you right there, behind a bush of roses in full bloom, you knew that your Kingdom was in danger, and so you needed Changbin’s help. Therefore, sleeping with his emissary wouldn’t have been a great move.

«Believe me, Your Majesty,» Jisung’s eyes shifted between your lips and your eyes, tentatively licking his lips as you felt his fingers sliding on your corset until they stopped at your hips, «Neither am I.» his hold was tight – not enough to hurt but enough to feel his fingertips firmly holding onto your waist; your breathing quickened, your corset accentuating the rise and fall of your chest. 

Jisung’s gaze alone almost made your knees weak, and the mere thought of how his touch would feel on your bare skin made all the long forgotten carnal desires immediately spark once again in a new and lively flame.

However, you were more than a young and naive girl and so, with a polite smile, you eventually detached yourself and the two of you went back on your peaceful afternoon walk. 

«You could always sneak him into your chambers, it’s not like you’ve never done it.» Felix commented as the two of you were sitting on your bed that same evening and you finished telling him about your somehow blooming feelings towards Jisung. «What was his name, again?» he added, looking at the ceiling while leaning back and propping his weight on his hands, «Seungmin? Well, you know who, the midnight snack.» Felix winked at you, and you threw a pillow at him.

«It’s a little bit different, this time,» you sighed, «He’s not the gardener, I literally have to marry his best friend.»

«I still don’t see the problem.» Felix shrugged, and you wished to be a little more like him.

Eventually, the small conversation you had with Felix did wonders to your ego and therefore, a week later, Jisung was quietly walking next to you, your arms brushing against each other’s every now and then; even if you were probably too close despite the minimum distance your etiquette imposed, neither of you cared. Your destination was once again the garden, the protagonist of your early afternoon walks and in order to get there, you had to walk in front your private chambers doors.

As soon as you were almost in front of the familiar white and golden door, Jisung quickly backed you against the wall with a sudden move, taking advantage of the white marble pillar partially hiding your bodies from indiscreet eyes. Instinctively, you had grabbed onto his arm so that now, while your back was pressed flush against the wall, your right hand was gripping his bicep and your left hand was pressed against his chest. You were strong, and therefore you could easily push him away whether you didn’t want to be so close to him or weren’t completely sure about it; Jisung would have accepted your choice.

As your eyes shortly admired his delicate features, the hand on his chest travelled upwards, now resting on his shoulder and close to his nape; in return, Jisung was holding your waist once again, before slowly raising his right hand until he moved a wild strand of hair behind your ear.

Without a word being shared between the two of you, Jisung’s fingertips gently caressed your cheek; it was a soft, almost imperceptible touch and you were sure that if your eyes were closed, you wouldn’t have noticed it so easily. Despite his skin being cold, you somehow felt as if the path his fingertips were slowly tracing was burning, slowly setting your soul on fire with such an innocent movement. 

Jisung’s eyes kept boring into yours as his fingers went lower, caressing your jaw, your neck, until they eventually came to a stop on your collarbones, lowering just enough to hover above the line of the middle of your breasts, as much as your corset allowed him to.

Despite your desire and the fact that you were tempted to lower your gaze and follow the path of his fingertips, your gaze never faltered from his, finding the sight much more entertaining. Jisung’s eyes never showed you any trace of lie, and this time, you could see lust and desire slowly cloud his gaze, at the point where his eyes gradually turned from a warm brown to a deep and bright crimson red.

Neither of you dared to say anything, both too afraid to break the small bubble that had built itself around the two of you; Jisung’s face inched closer, to the point where his lips where hovering above yours and you could almost savour the taste of his lips.

The hold on his nape tightened, and you were about to close your eyes, certain that he would have closed the gap and finally satisfy your mutual desire when suddenly, Jisung took a step back, a smug expression on his face and his crimson eyes making him look even more attractive.

Jisung was provoking you once again, and you knew that it was his way to show you his intentions while hiding between his gestures the silent question of how far were you supposed to go. Rising an eyebrow, you scoffed, wondering if he would leave you hanging also during other more intimate situations, the desire to find out lighting up into your soul.

With a quick glance, you looked to your left and to your right to see of someone was in sight. Just to be sure, you repeated the action: once, twice, three times, until you took a step forward and pressed yourself against Jisung’s chest - which actually looked surprised for a moment, before quickly sliding his left hand on the side of your neck, almost as if he was waiting for you to initiate the kiss so that he could deepen it and pulling you closer.

«I’m not going another day without knowing what you feel like underneath me.» you mumbled, your voice breaking the silence and giving you the confirmation that it was real.

That afternoon, instead of going for a ride on the countryside with Jisung in order to enjoy the gentle spring afternoon breeze, you rode Jisung on your wide canopy bed, his nails sinking in your waist and his mouth firmly attached on an invisible and always different path from your lips, to your neck, to your breasts.

As cliché as it was, you and Jisung fit like puzzle pieces also in the bedroom, Jisung submitting naturally to your dominant behaviour and making you want to reward him in return, all because he was always so incredibly good for you that, for a moment, you wished you could marry him instead of Changbin.

A month had gone by since the day you first made love, and you and Jisung didn’t bother to hide the development of your relationship; the fact that Jisung and Felix grew close as well made your heart swell.

There was a small plan building itself in your mind, a small possibility which would have let you keep both boys as close as you needed, and you hoped to have the King of the East’s benevolence; even if you knew that eventually, you wouldn’t give up so easily, you never did.

As days went by while you were diligently scheming, the moment where you were holding a Royal Council while both Changbin and Jisung were sitting in front of you eventually arrived.

«I was thinking that King Changbin should focus on getting the Queen of the South’s favour.» you suddenly spoke, «and maybe, ask for her hand in marriage.»

Everyone’s eyes were suddenly on you, while Felix simply rolled his eyes with an amused scoff; during the years, he got used to your dramatic behaviour to the point where he simply enjoyed the others’ reaction, since he already figured out what you were about to say.

Needless to say, everyone was pretty shocked by your sudden proposal; King Changbin was looking at you with his brow furrowed in confusion, even if he quickly put the pieces together as he briefly glanced at Jisung, looking at you with his eyes as wide as the moon.

«I was wondering about blessing your emissary with the pleasure if marrying me. He’d be Consort Prince, our territories will be united and we could still expand our reign; opportunity we’d immediately lose if me and Changbin got married.»

Somehow, your theory was incontrovertible, and Changbin agreed with an amused laugh - completely aware of the situation between you and Jisung, thanks to the fact that he often read about you in the latter’s report letters.

For the first time in your life, you didn’t find revolting the thought of being married; probably, because Jisung was your husband. The wedding ceremony took place a week after Changbin arrived, so that the two of you could enjoy the innocent and surprised look Jisung had plastered on his face as he was nominated Consort Prince.

«I’ll leave him in good hands,» Changbin joked, about to walk back on the carriage ready to bring him back home.

«Yeah, about that,» Felix’s answer came before than yours, «come check on him once in a while.» he mouthed at the King while suggestively pointing at you with his index finger, action which made Changbin and Jisung laugh while you harshly grabbed Felix by his left ear.

«I didn’t hear that,» you laughed, trying to keep a serious expression, «care to repeat?»

As Felix was pretending to wince in pain, you felt a strange and pleasing sensation in your soul. During your existence, you and Felix had always relied on one another and somehow, it felt disorientating but also nice to know that you could count on someone else which seemed to love you just as much as you did.

Jisung easily rolled the two of you around on your now shared bed, his hard length pressed against your inner thigh; it was something you were used to, Jisung would roll you on your back so that you’d immediately roll over once again because you were the one in charge and Jisung has always made it clear that he was more than willing to submit to you.

However, this time, as your back met the soft mattress and your wrists were trapped in Jisung’s hold, you didn’t move, looking at him expectantly, waiting for his next move. Keeping his gaze, you tilted your head on your side, baring your neck in a silent sign of submission; this time - for the first time in your life, you were more than willing to let someone else take control, and you knew that it was a special exception you were willing to make only for Jisung. He did the same you as soon as your marriage was announced, baring his neck to you only for you to claim, willing to be yours for eternity.

Jisung’s lips immediately attached to your neck in order to kiss and lick at your unmarked skin, and as soon as his hands left your wrists in order to spread your legs a bit wider and lifting them higher around his waist, yours flew into his now messy blonde hair, tugging and pulling while trying to guide him wherever you wanted to feel his lips more.

«Not so fast,» he murmured, grazing his fangs along the skin of your left breast, «don’t forget who’s in control.» you suppressed a moan at his audacity, completely aware about the fact that due to the continuous teasing that Jisung’s neglected length did anytime he brushed against your folds, you were so wet that you eventually coated part of Jisung’s length.

Jisung’s fangs drew a pattern along from your left breast to your left hipbone and you were about to go crazy because of that sensation, wanting him to actually sink his fangs in your neck as soon as possible, marking you as his.

«Don’t forget I could just take control, once again.» you whined even if you didn’t really want to, while trying to lift your hips in order to get more friction. Jisung took his time to answer, gradually licking and kissing his way back to your mouth.

«You will not,» he simply smirked, his lips hovering above yours and his crimson eyes matching yours; he reached down, pressing the tip of his length against your folds and moving it with slow and teasing movements, spreading your wetness around even more. «You’re enjoying this way too much.» something in Jisung’s tone made you want to whisper him to ruin you, but you refrained from doing so, opting instead from closing your legs around his hips as he carefully pressed inside you only the tip of his length, making you instinctively clench. Jisung’s moans were addictive, and you wondered how loud and demanding he could get now that he was in charge.

«Can you do it, or do I still need to potty train you on how to pleasure me?» you teased, knowing what Jisung’s next move would have been and your breath was ragged and uneven due to anticipation.

«Watch your mouth,» Jisung’s hand covered your lips while a smug smirk was plastered on his face, «or you don’t get to come.» with that, he buried himself inside you with a deep and quick movement of his hips, and you closed your legs behind his waist as tight as you could, in bliss from the sudden stretch and from finally getting what you wanted.

Even if he was in charge, Jisung was still a gentleman and he patiently waited for you to adjust to the sudden stretch and therefore, allowing him to move while his head was buried in your neck – his fangs teasingly grazing at the skin, and when you did, you regretted the fact that you waited so much to let him take control in the first place.

Submissive Jisung was an intoxicating experience, he would be willing to do anything to please you while meticulously and obediently following your orders but you had to admit, dominant Jisung was just as mind blowing; he’d still do anything to please you but this time, following his own rules.

Just like that, you discovered a new and addictive side of Jisung: the one that liked to restlessly pound into you, bringing you close to your release and suddenly slow down his pace or stilling his hips while being buried deep inside you – enjoying the sensation of your wetness repeatedly clenching tight around his length and also, enjoying your reactions as you writhed underneath him, trying to move by yourself in order to finally come, movements which were always prevented from Jisung’s firm hold forcing you to keep still, everything while he praised you and ordered you to suck on his fingers or had his hand loosely wrapped around your throat.

«You look like a Goddess,» he praised, sucking at the skin of your neck as a particular harsh thrust made you choke on a breath you forgot to take.

As his thrusts increased speed, he tilted his head to the side, baring his neck in a silent question; the moment your fangs sinked into the side of Jisung’s neck, you came together, your bodies sweaty, your breath ragged, and matching content smiles. Jisung carefully rolled around - sliding out of you in the process, letting you finish feeding from him, whimpering in pleasure at the feeling of your tongue carefully lapping at the skin of his neck to clean it from any further trace of blood.

When few minutes later, you and Jisung were cuddling under the blankets, you mindlessly caressed his marked neck, and his arms tightened around you, affectionately kissing your forehead.

«I owe Changbin a lot.» you heard him sigh, content.

«I’m glad you know.» you smiled against his skin, and you chuckled together before eventually, falling asleep.

Both you and Jisung groaned to the sudden light that hit your bodies.

«Wake up, little fuckers,» you heard Felix’s deep voice say as the two of you brought the blanket on top of your head with a coordinated movement, in a useless attempt to prolong your sleep, «pun intended.» you heard him add, immediately followed by Jisung’s breathless and sleepy laugh.

«Lix, close the windows,» you groaned. «It’s snowing.»

Felix turned towards you, which now were sitting on the bed while rubbing the remaining traces of sleep from your eyes. «It stinks in there, you horny teenagers.»

«You’re just envious,» you heard Jisung joke, and you were glad that they got along so well to joke so much with each other.

«Come here, let’s cuddle.» you opened your arms towards Felix which immediately joined you while remaining on top of the covers, saying that he “didn’t want to be traumatized for the rest of his life, since it was still kinda long,”, comment which made both you and Jisung burst out laughing as you laid there, cuddling to the two people you loved the most.

Eventually, exactly 184 years after you got married, you let Jisung mark you, proof that you were now completely equal; Jisung didn’t belong to you anymore, you belonged to each other.

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The Blue Fan

A fancy jazz lounge & club located in downtown Willow Creek off of river strip. The interior decked swanky shades of blue and stunning reds, features 3 stories, which includes the lounge, an underground night club, and tons of outdoor space.

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[totkdaily]

Day 85: Attack on Gerudo Town

The attack on Gerudo Town begins. 

It's hard to keep an eye on all the gates at once, and the sand makes it hard to move quickly.

I focus on taking out the hives first - and then we mop up the remaining gibdo. Gerudo Town is safe again, for now. 

Debriefing afterwards, Riju noticed that the gibdo hives became sand when they were destroyed. She wonders if the gibdo and the sand are more connected than we thought. It's a shame she and Zelda haven't had cause to spend much time together - it's exactly the kind of observation the Princess would love. 

Now that the threat is passed, we can discuss Riju's summons. She wants to show me something down in the shelter. 

Past the rolling door below is the vibrant Gerudo community I remember. I'm glad it's surviving this much, at least. 

A young girl, Delia, immediately runs up to me - and we're told off by Lorn. She's too young to talk to Voe. Lorn does not want me here - too bad. 

I find Cara, the accessory designer. I remember the shop owner she mentions - apparently she went out for supplies and hasn't come back yet. The desert must be littered with lost people. We need to sort that sand shroud. Cara says she went to the Toruma Dunes - where there are Molduga. Great. 

Beside a strangely familiar orb, I meet Rotana, a scholar. She's working on deciphering stelae, writings on stone pillars. This one says: 

“The seven heroines who protect the Gerudo. Their secret will be expressed on six stelae.”

On the other stela she has, it says: 

“The seven heroines who protect the Gerudo. And eighth channels and guides the powers of these seven.”

Rotana says the heroines are so ancient nothing is known about them - not even if they should be worshiped as a collective or as individuals. Apparently there may even have only been one at all - or conversely, eight! Hence the eighth heroine statue in the Highlands, I suppose. 

She wants to find the other four stelae and make her name in archeology. She thinks they'll be underground. I shall look out. 

I find Riju looking at a mural surrounded by water.

“Standing back-to-back with the throne, witness red pillars across a vast sea. Unite the pillars in light to reveal the lightning stone and open the way. You who can hear my voice, come to me. I await you.”

Incredible. Words directly from the sage, preserved here. 

It sounds like I should start at the throne. But I want to explore this shelter first. 

I find one of Rotana's stelae behind some crumbling rock.

She translates it as:

“The seven heroines protect the Gerudo with the powers of heart, skill, fortitude, wisdom, flight, mobility, and compassion.”

There's a Hylian here, Jules. She warns me not to misbehave - there's already a man in jail. I miss the inconspicuousness of my Gerudo clothes…

There's a kid called Aaqlet - that's the name the guy in jail said as I went by. Poor guy, he probably just came to check on his kid. And her mum isn't here either, she's working at the secret clothes shop. Aaqlet has a map, which I should follow at some point. 

The spa and the wine bar have moved down here, so at least people are still managing to do business. 

I cross the main hall again to explore the other side - and fall down a hole! The short drop ends with a splash. There's a message in a bottle.

“It's you! At long last! You, the voe reading this letter, are the voe I was fated to meet! And I am the vai you were destined for! You must hurry and rescue me! I am locked away from the outside world! Do not worry though! I will send all of my love to you until you come and find me. Stay safe and know that we will meet soon. It is our destiny, after all! -Calyban”

Oh dear. I should just put this back in the water. But where does this tunnel go, anyway? 

A bunch of places: a house in Gerudo Town, a circular path that needed blasting open, and finally a korok panel. I ascend through the tunnel and head back to the shelter. 

I find Calyban by the large hole in the shelter floor, but she wants to be left alone. Fair enough.

Another kid, Kalani, also hides her face when I approach. I leave her be and stop at the goddess statue. 

In exchange for the four Sage's Wills I've found, I grant Tulin a stronger attack. I also get three heart containers, to hopefully make it harder to blow myself up. 

I stop in at a classroom, and find myself in use as a teaching aid. Nali is too shy to look at me - but I do have that Sheikah mask… it's not enough for her. I don't actually think I have any full-face masks - I'll have to come back. 

Past where the sand seals are hanging out, I find a room that's almost a miniature of the valley of the seven heroines.

I wonder… I've seen a  few small orbs around. This would seem to be the place for them. I wonder what happens if I find them all.

I find a buried and broken stela, and manage to blow away the sand and put it back together again.

Beyond, a much larger tunnel. The valley of silent statues. 

It's already been a long day - in fact, it's nearly over. But I want to know what's down here… 

I find Nellie, who's been exploring down here a little. She doesn't seem to think much of it though - she's heading back to the canteen. 

Let's find out for myself…