#Women in arm warmers

[skinskisurf]

Milica Tasic

[ssecond-hand-faith]

Order up! Come get your drinks!

[spatzwear]

Cycling Arm Warmers: The Secret Weapon for Year-Round Performance

Cyclists often obsess over their bikes and shoes—but when it comes to clothing, true performance lies in the details. That’s where cycling arm warmers come in. Compact, technical and season-proof, they’re not just accessories—they’re your secret weapon for year-round performance.

At Spatzwear, every product is engineered by cyclists, for cyclists. And their arm and leg warmers are no exception. Designed to adapt to weather, terrain and body movement, their thermal warmers are redefining cold-weather riding gear.

Why Cycling Arm Warmers Are a Game Changer

Unlike a full thermal jersey or bulky base layer, cycling arm warmers offer modular insulation. On those early morning starts or unpredictable weather days, you can put them on to beat the chill, then slide them off when the sun comes out—without interrupting your ride.

Spatzwear’s “Burnr” 4 Season Arm Warmers are crafted using seamless knitting technology. Each panel is designed with a specific weave and thickness to perform a precise function—whether that’s moisture transport, warmth retention, articulation, or aerodynamic support. This is performance-focused gear at its finest.

Seamless Tech That Works With You

Most standard arm warmers rely on stitched seams and generic fabrics. Not theirs.

The Burnr Arm Warmers feature:

Targeted compression for muscle support.

Breathable moisture control to keep sweat at bay.

Variable texture zones for flexibility and warmth exactly where you need it.

Minimal bulk so they sit perfectly under jerseys or jackets.

This advanced construction helps you maintain core body warmth while allowing unrestricted arm movement—ideal for both long-distance endurance rides and quick winter training sessions.

Not All Arm Warmers Are Built for Rain—But Spatzwear Got You Covered

While the Burnr series is designed for thermal performance, Spatzwear also offers a rain-specific option: the Spatz “Armz” Thermal Rain Arm Warmers. Built with targeted neoprene panels, these are designed to shield your forearms from cold rain impact—where most water hits when you’re in the drops.

If you’re a year-round cyclist who braves rain, sleet, or hail, the Armz are a must-have in your kit.

Don't Forget the Legs: Warmers for Full-Body Protection

While we talk a lot about arm coverage, leg protection is equally critical. Cold legs mean poor blood flow, slower muscle performance and potential cramping. That’s why Spatzwear also engineered the “Burnr” 4 Season Leg Warmers—an ideal companion to the arm warmers for full-limb coverage.

These leg warmers for women (and men) use the same seamless construction with zone-specific performance:

Warmth and articulation for smooth pedal strokes.

No-slip design with thigh grippers that stay in place.

Soft, compression-friendly feel for long ride comfort.

Sizes range from S to L and the fit is based on the circumference of the top of the thigh when seated—ensuring a tailored feel for every rider.

Real Cyclists, Real Conditions and Real Gear

What sets Spatzwear apart is their commitment to creating products that work in real-world riding conditions. Their founder is a former Olympic cyclist and every item they design is tested on the road by elite athletes.

From the cobbles of Belgium to Yorkshire’s freezing hills, Spatzwear’s cycling arm warmers and leg warmers for women are designed to help you push through, no matter the weather. They’re not an accessory; they’re a performance enhancer.

Style Meets Function

Spatzwear’s minimalist aesthetic ensures your gear looks as good as it feels. Whether you're racing, commuting, or just enjoying a weekend ride, Spatzwear’s warmers provide that pro-level polish without any flashy gimmicks.

Conclusion: Why Arm and Leg Warmers Should Be in Your Kit

In a sport where marginal gains matter, arm and leg warmers can give you that extra edge. They help regulate temperature, boost muscle performance and give you the freedom to ride through four seasons without compromise.

Explore the Spatz “Burnr” Arm and Leg Warmers or upgrade to their Armz Rain Warmers if you ride in wet climates. It’s time to ride smarter, not just harder.Shop now at Spatzwear.com and experience the difference that elite cycling gear makes.

[luveline]

angsty request coming!!! hotch taking care of an overworked reader who hasn’t been sleeping!! maybe the team notices r has been a bit scattered or feverish and hotch steps in!!!

thank you for requesting! fem, 1k Hotch knows, technically, that what he’s doing tonight is out of bounds. He just doesn’t care —can’t find it in himself to regret his actions as he shepherds you from the office and into his car. Doesn’t give your wide-eyed surprise any notice, doesn’t offer explanation as he takes you into the department store between the office and his apartment and tells you to choose. 

“I don’t understand.” 

He nods toward the lines of pointelle camisoles and shorts, gestures to the longer silken trousers, “Choose something to wear.” 

You blink hotly. He’s flustered you, but that’s easy lately. “Do they have anything warmer?” you ask. 

He takes your arm gently into his hand and turns you an inch, where the jersey material pajamas hang from the wall. There’s a nice brown coordinating set right in front of you. He guesses your size (he knows it from practice), pulling a hanger from up high to offer you. “Yes?” he asks. 

“Why?” 

“You’ll need them.” 

You rub your face. “Okay, yeah. I like those ones.” 

He folds them over his arm. He can feel you gaze on the side of his face as he takes you to the register and pays without giving the total any mind. Hotch doesn’t care how much anything costs, he only wants it to be soft. If it weren’t crossing a line, he would’ve found you new underwear, too. 

He accepts the bag from the cashier and guides you out again. “Is there anything else you need?” he asks you. 

“For what?” 

“You aren’t going home.” 

“I’m not?” 

He shakes his head gently. He isn’t being intimidating, only straight forward. Hotch obviously isn’t in the business of kidnapping women, especially coworkers, friends, he just knows now that this won’t be solved without some tough love. “You’re staying with me, if you don’t mind.” 

“Why would I mind?” 

Lethargic, you follow him to the car and get back in the front seat. He turns the heated seats on and watches you sink into the leather, clearly pleased, tired eyes slipping closed every now and then in the ensuing silence. 

Regretfully, you startle as he parks, roused from whatever hooks that had finally managed to hold you. Heat, he thinks, is key here. 

“I’m making oatmeal and cocoa,” he says as he opens the door, waiting for you to follow suit before he continues, “and you can go and get changed. You know where my room is?”

“Sure.” 

“Alright, good. You can make yourself comfortable there.” 

“In your room?” 

He sends you a loving and agitated look over the door. Really? it says. You and Hotch have been trapped in an excitable will-they won’t-they situation for months, and he’d think by now the obvious answer to it all is we most certainly will. “Honey, yes. Unless you’d be more comfortable in Jack’s?” 

“Does he still have the race car bed?” 

“Afraid so.” 

You hum, and lead the way to the house. Hotch hands you his keys, something in his chest tightly squeezed to see you turn the house key in the lock, to let yourself in, and to hold out your hand expectantly for the department bag. You head to his room like you do it everyday. Hotch resists the urge to call you back and kiss you with your jaw held in his hand —it’s not the point. 

He gets a strange pang a few minutes later, stirring the pot of easy-sachet oatmeal, a rare pang of regret. Perhaps he’s being too headstrong, letting his worry guide him like this, pushing you to come home with him and to sleep in his bed. You might be at the same level as he is, but it still feels a little like pulling Spencer home with him and demanding he dress and eat as Hotch likes. 

I’ll apologise, he thinks, setting your oatmeal and cocoa on a tray, conscious of the sun setting outside, night swiftly falling. If he really is going to say sorry and have you go home, you’ll be disrupted again. There’s a possibility Hotch has made this ten times worse. 

He climbs the stairs and finds you laying on his side of the bed with your nose turned into his pillow, a damp sheen to your skin. You’ve washed your face, and changed into the new pajamas, just a little too big for you where you’ve curled around your hands. 

“Honey?” he asks softly. 

“Sorry,” you say, twice as quietly as he had, “just, it smells so nice in here.” 

“That’s okay.” 

“I’ll move.”

“Just sit up,” he says, thinking of you in the office with your jittering and your glass-eyed stare. “I’ve brought you something.” 

You nod heavily and do as he’s asked, again. He sets the tray on your lap and you look up at him. It’s the look that does it, really. The half circles under your eyes are nothing to him beyond proof that you aren’t sleeping, the bloodshot in your sclera, it’s all inconsequential. What floors him is the unquestioning trust to be found when you look at him. He doesn't kid himself when he thinks that this could lend itself to love. 

“You know why I’ve asked you to come home with me?” he asks carefully. 

“I worried you.”

He puts the tray in your waiting lap, gracing your chin with a quick stroke underneath, feather-light. “I haven’t abused my power?” 

“Buying me new clothes and making me dinner?” you ask softly, evident delight on your face as you notice the squares of chocolate that have begun to melt into your oatmeal. 

“Forcing you home with me and sequestering you in my bedroom.” 

“It’s not how I thought it would happen,” you confess, gathering a heaping mountain of oatmeal onto your spoon, “not the first time, at least. I guess I should worry you more often.” 

“No,” he says, holding your chin between his fingers until you meet his serious gaze. “You shouldn’t.” 

Your eyebrows do something he can’t name, but there’s a word for what it inspires in his chest. “I won’t,” you promise. 

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raw

lando norris

tags: smut/pwp, unprotected/unsafe sex, half-assed pull out method, doggy style, back shots, friends-to-lovers, best friend!lando

lando had to be dreaming. the type of dream he didn't want to wake-up from. he would much rather be here than anywhere else right now. especially as you crossed your arms, letting the mclaren logo stretch across your pretty tits.

the tits that lando had been eyeing for years now. you were his best friend since childhood and now you were in your hotel room for the evening after silverstone with a single request for the grand prix's winner.

fuck me. and fuck me raw. lando had to be dreaming.

you uncrossed your arms and leaned back on the bed with your arms stretched behind you. you gazed up at him. the face of your best friend, the one who knew you better than anyone else. and after years of skirting around the issue, you finally found your words and asked him. and he looked you dumbfounded.

"you? me?" he said as he tried to process your words. you felt a tightness in your chest at the anxiety that was eating you up inside. you didn't know what to say or do.

"am i speaking french, lando? i want to have sex with you, it's about time we resolve this tension. it's been going on for over ten years." you said as you maintained eye contact with him. you felt a little bad for not being the most romantic.

it was hard for you to admit. your entire life you stood firm on the fact that men and women could be friends without any complications! and while you still felt that, you also found yourself with complicated feelings for lando. so, with all the bravery you could muster, you asked for sex.

he shifted from one foot to another, "i don't know how to respond... i mean i do. i just don't wanna sound like a pervert." he chuckled nervously and you only grew warmer in your face.

"do you want me, norris?"

he took his hands out of the pockets of his joggers and cupped his barely hidden erection. he gave you a gentle smile as he said, "i do. i do want you, you've been the subject of my fantasies for a long, long time." and started to take his shirt off.

you did the same, slowly revealing more skin to one another. you felt excitement race up you and you couldn't help yourself. you rubbed your thighs together and felt your pulse pick up.

"lando."

"i know, babe. i know." he chuckled as he got into bed with you. he got his boxers off before he was completely nude, his hands trailed across your body in a manner that left you excited all over.

if your friends knew what you two were doing tonight, hell even your own families, you knew that there would be exchanging high-fives and possibly money over bets made ages ago.

"may i?" he asked as he leaned in closer.

you leaned in to meet the distance and kissed him on the lips. soft as you imagined and his hands only held onto you in a way that made you shudder under him. you moaned into the kiss as he rubbed up against you.

"you tell me if anything goes wrong, okay? don't hide from me." he said, "one thing i hate when it comes to sex, no communication. i want to make my best friend feel good."

you looped your arms around his neck and pressed your chest against his, "i have a feel after tonight we're not going to be best friends."

lando replied, "well, you'll always be my best friend. you'll just also be my girlfriend." then winked before he went in for another kiss. it grew heated and his touches grew more bold.

you looked at him and he smiled down at you. he cupped your cheek while you held him close. it felt right to be this way, to be so close. you kissed him once more and he exhaled deeply against your lips. you two fit perfectly together, just as you always did.

"you want it raw?"

"yes."

"i'll pull out, alright? gotta play it a little safe." he kissed the apple of your cheek before you ended up on your stomach. he hiked you hips up letting your back curve as he pressed himself against you. now on his knees and his cock at full attention.

you looked amazing, beyond amazing. a certain type of beautiful that when lando sank into you wet cunt, he felt the race of excitement through his body. he held onto your hips and carefully inched himself into you. he moaned a little louder, the feeling was intense, there was nothing else he could compare it to you. you were unlike anyone else he had ever slept with. it was different because you two were so close, you shared everything. now you were sharing a night of heated passion.

he admired your backside as he rocked against you. his hand trailed down your back and he loomed over you. you felt amazing, you left a certain want in the back of his throat as he moved against you. lifelong friends, partners through and through. now lovers in bed together, moving together in a heated ecstasy. you both wanted each other, it was painfully obvious.

"you feel amazing." he said softly, "really amazing."

"glad i have a glowing review from lando norris." you chuckled lightly as you held onto the covers under you, your back arched a little more as he hit all the right spots, "can i put that on my tinder profile?"

he pushed you further down onto the bed by the shoulders and moved against you faster, "no way. because you're not going on tinder." he kissed the center of your back as he held you, "because you're my girl now. how does that sound? no more lackluster tinder dates and finally being with the guy you had a crush on for years." then laid another sweet kiss on your heated skin.

you felt the stimulation, your brain felt a little hazy. you moaned a little bit and tensed up for a moment. you panted, "fucking hell, lando. always a way with words." you looked over your shoulder at him as he thrusted against you, "got us into trouble and out of trouble over the words."

he gave you a wicked grin and replied, "oh yeah, and you love it," then pressed into you further. hands on your hips once more as he worked himself against you. the pleasure was zaps in his blood and the feeling was immense.

this was his best friend, and maybe years of pining left him feeling desperate for you. he spent years trying to find you in other people. turned out the whole time he just could have had you. and that made him feel a flutter of love in his chest.

"you feel amazing." he said softly, "better than i could ever imagine. you spoil me, honey." he chuckled lowly as he kissed the shell of your ear as he continued to move against you a little faster.

"fuck, lando." you exhaled deeply, paired with a soft whine as his cock hit against all the right areas. it felt good, better than you could imagine yourself. you knew a younger you would be blushing at the idea that you finally got with lando. having sex in a spacious hotel room and letting him just have his way with you. you fit together quite well, it didn't hurt that you were soaked in the process.

achy for sex. achy for him. you were needy for the sexual pleasure between the two of you. like two magnets drawn together no matter the distance. you were his best friend, and now his lover. his girl.

you moaned a little louder as the pleasure started to reach its peak inside of you. you held onto the covers under you and arched your back a little further. you cursed into the covers and the sight of you was beautiful. to come completely apart under his touch.

"beautiful." he said softly.

"fuck, lando." you shuddered and was met with a hard pat on your behind. the feeling of his hands on you, "you better fucking pull out or i'm gonna kill you."

"of course, of course.' he cooed, "save the kids for after marriage." his tone was cheeky and your pussy clenched around him. he chuckled and leaned up against your ear, "cute." and you whined.

his quickened his pace and he felt the hunger for you in his core. he couldn't believe it. part of him believed that he got hit in the head on the track and this was a fantasy of his. but, hey, if he was currently in the hospital with a goose egg on his head from being hit and this was what his rattled brain could come up with. then who was he to deny it. especially when you felt so good under him.

you tensed up around him once more and gasped against the covers. your eyes squeezed shut as you let out such a sweet moan. you shuddered as you felt yourself reach your orgasm, "fuck." even swears sounded heavenly on your lips.

he remembered trading pokemon cards with you, the time you watched him kart and cheered the loudest out of everyone. the times together, the totally platonic sleepovers. everything, fuck. to have you now, not as a friend but as a lover. that was everything to him.

you climaxed and it only pushed lando further. he pushed right up into you and made you near scream from the sensation. you two moved against each other roughly. but lando had to keep a sense of control or else he was going to finish inside of you.

"that's it. baby, that's it. fucking perfect for me.' his voice heavy with lust and it made your head throb. your cursed into the covers and lando fucked you harder, "next time i'm gonna make you finish twice. burn out your brain." he kissed your cheek, "perfect girl deserves all the orgasms she wants."

"flirt." you whined, face shoved into the covers, which only made lando laugh.

"glad you finally picked up on it, after fifteen years as friends." he thrusted into you a few more times before he pulled himself out and rapidly jerked off his cock against your back. it wasn't the same as the what of your cunt, but it would have to do. his pants were heavy as he said, "that's it, baby. fuck, look at you. you have driven me crazy my entire life. no one else can compare to you."

you laid there panting, your core swamped with wetness and your back curved to let him paint your back with his cum. you whined when you felt the splash of his cum against your backside.

"fuck." his voice was guttural, his breathing heavy and his eyes near rolled back into his head as he came across your hot skin. he felt sparks in his brain and could barely form a coherent thought as he came.

when it was all said and done, he rested fully on his heels, his cock limp between his legs. he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and exhaled deeply.

you laid there, not wanting to get cum all over the sheets. as the temperature in the room cooled, you lifted your head a little and said, "lando... can you help me clean up?"

and your best friend turned lover woke back up from his sexual trance and said, "oh, of course! yeah!" then quickly went to find a towel in the bathroom.

you knew you'd had to have a conversation about what you were now. but with butterflies in your stomach you knew you wouldn't be walking out of your hotel room without a lando as your boyfriend <3

[szarina]

Heyyy. Can I request a college au. Reader is an average, socially awkward, chubby gal who somehow managed to pulled the campus heartthrob, Geto (or gojo). And he's lowkey obsessed with her and try to be fucking her every chance he gets.

❝ TASTE THE SUGAR ON MY LIPS. ❞

𔓘 FEATURING. BOYFRIEND! GETO SUGURU

CONTENT WARNINGS. college au + hints of toxic boyfie geto + exhibitionism + established relationship + kissing + smut + insecurities + awkward reader + dubious consent .

SYNOPSIS. campus crush geto is utterly enamored with you. a socially awkward chubby girl that holds the title of being suguru's girlfriend and everyone wonder why? you ask the same question too and suguru is the only one who have the answer.

tall? yes.

dark? not really. he's leaning on warmer tones that one could say he spends his vacations on the beach.

handsome? a big fat yes.

there is too many adjectives to describe geto suguru. the fine arts student is currently holding your hand in a tight grip (you brush his hands off too many times when you two go out so he keeps a firm hold on your hands). a literature student who didn't have a social life and only a friend — can it still be considered a friend that you only talk to class?

and everyone asks why geto suguru would go for someone like you. a nobody that isn't even textbook attractive. they didn't even know that you exists until geto is parading you throughout campus like you were a trophy he won when it was the opposite from everyone's eye.

drop dead gorgeous that every man and women swoons over him. of course — who would not swoon for him? he's everything. well, except you. you particularly paid no interest in attractive guys cause they wouldn't be into you and even if they did, they won't fall for someone like you. stumbling over your words that people mistakes it for you mumbling instead of talking and thus, they find you boring with no prospect of a conversation.

the man besides you? he said you were interesting. no compliments on your beauty if you have any. you say to yourself. your size was the number one reason for it and if you get to know geto's ex-flings? a shuddering no. you don't look like close to them. not even a resemblance that geto suguru has a type.

he's mr. popular and you're ms. nobody. it sounds like cliché plot for a romance novel but this is your reality. a year had gone by and geto suguru is still all over you.

“do i need to explain myself?” he raises a brow at your question. more than once that's been asked and you got the same response from him all over again. he only hums and kisses your knuckles. the affection hasn't been done with the others and geto knows you're a bit of an old soul. hence, he made sure that he was sincere in taking you out and promises has made to himself that he would never hurt you.

if something that will happen that may end up in a break-up, geto had a term that it would be mutual for the both of you. there isn't going to be a harsh nor emotional way to broke up that would end up the two parties to be emotionally conflicted. it was better that way and fortunately, there hasn't been talks or signs that there is a turmoil in the relationship.

truth is, geto never gave you the reason to feel dissociated with him. assurances was the tip of his tongue when it was needed. his shoulder was there when you wanted to cry and his arms were there when you just feel like it and his lips that kisses you gently. it was beneficial for him cause before he knew it, he was so far gone enthralled on you.

the way you made him feel good like he was always in control and all the other quirks that is pleasant to him even the ups and downs. however some days when you're not in the picture, geto thought of you a lot and he says to himself he's not obsessed — fixated is much suitable in subtlety like any other person but he gets a little unstable when he don't see you and when he does the word seems to put it more in obvious.

“sugu—mmph!” merely seconds after he sees you, his lips was on yours. briefly knocking the air out of you before melting in the kiss. slowly moving your lips to return the action. “hey there, sugu.” you murmured against his lips and trying to ignore the stares that was being shoot at to you. it's a compromising position being kabedonned by a guy that everyone have the hots for and wished to experience what it was like to date geto suguru.

you momentarily stare at him. geto suguru is a mystery. does madness lurks behind those purples of his eyes and was his smile real? you bet it wasn't. it was honed from what he lives up as the expectations of others. he's charming. they would say behind your back while girls flirts with him. their smaller hands brushing over the expanse of his arms and they will only get a smile and that is only the thing the thing they'll have from him.

everyone likes geto suguru or maybe he's adored by the many that's why hatred are born to the likes of you cause if you were like them you would hate yourself too. the long jet black hair of his that drapes around his back. the sharp like eyes of his similar to a fox and that smile. that damned smile. his very features were the epitome of beauty with a body like a god.

“you're really handsome.” is what you say without thinking. your gaze still fixated on his godly features and that earns a laugh from him. so rich that you think you were hallucinating and were seeing things. must be in love. you say to yourself and you braced for yourself the heartbreak that will come when you already had fallen for him..

all is forgotten when suguru wondered why he was with you in the first place when all he could think is about you when the merely attraction had turned into something he never can get out with. he was in too deep with you.

he holds your chin. trapping it with his forefinger and thumb. “hmm? i am?” he hums unsure like he hasn't heard it for the first time when it was a million times he had heard it. a small smirk gracing in his lips when he sees you gazing at him. “and you're beautiful.” he whispers and then he was dragging you to a vacant room.

sunlight flows through the windows. giving the room a lightning that wasn't hard for the eyes and only giving it a glow. your back hits the professor's table. geto grasps your hips to place you into and it made you gasp a little that he have this strength to carry you.

“should we be doing this here, suguru?” looking at the door that he locked and you can pick up the faint footsteps roaming behind the door. students passing by and your heart skips a beat that you two may be caught.

“don't let that get into your pretty head.” holding your jaw to face him and you see your worried expression in the reflection of his eyes. “okay.” you whisper, your heart beating in worry of being caught but it wasn't when suguru's lips on yours. moving in such passion that leaves you breathless. wanting for more as you tug the sleeves of his shirt.

his hands slithering between your legs and parting them slowly. drawing smooth circles in your inner thighs while he kisses you. settling between your parted legs. his fingers gently pulls your panties aside. gathering the slick that was forming and rubbing slow circles in your clit. “sugu-hmm....” you moan against the kiss. your hips slowly grinding to get more of his touch. “yes, baby....” humming as his tongue entered your mouth. swirling and claiming every inch of your mouth and draw the sweetest moans and whimpers he can while he rubs your clit.

melting from his ministrations, he let out a groan. his cock throbbing from the confines of his pants and in desperate need of relief. he easily unbuttons his pants. pulling his boxers down and his cock sprang free. the tip glistening with pre-cum. he wraps his hand around his cock. giving it a few quick pumps before sliding between your folds. coating it with your juices before slowly plunging deep inside to your wet heat.

geto stills for a moment. savoring the way your tight cunt deliciously engulfing his length. time is the essence at the situation but geto couldn't care not when you're so snug around him. he cups your soft jaw in his hand. tilting it to the side before kissing you again.

a low breathy moan escaping his lip as he began to move his hips. pulling his cock, he slams it back again to your tight heat. moving in pace that's good for the both of you.

“sugu....” you drawl out. your body moving in sync to his thrusts while you hold the edge of the desk behind you. “i know, baby.” he grunts. hooking your leg around his waist to get deeper and with your dazed state. you look up at him. there's a faint hue of blush in his cheek. his eyes narrowing while he looks at you. meeting his gaze and his lips parted slightly.

in his intoxicated state of being balls deep to your tight cunt, geto remains aware of the surroundings. he glances at where the door was. noticing a shadow behind the door and the door knob suddenly rattling and his desire heightened at the thought of being caught with you.

he returns his attention to you. a smirk curling in his lips. drinking at the sight of his girlfriend who's too dazed to care and focusing on the pleasure that runs deep inside you. “sugu.....” he hears you moan out his name and he knows you're close from the way your breath hitches and the quiver of your thick thighs.

geto changes the angle of his hips. making sure he's hitting your sweet spot repeatedly and with a cry of his name, you came around him. your whole body trembling as your orgasm washes over you and with that, geto focuses on his release. moving in a relentless phase. his hips stuttering, a low growl tore from his throat and with a sharp thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt deep inside your fluttering walls. thick ropes of his cum is released to your insides. he rolls his hips a few times and takes his cock with a wet pop.

both of you stayed still for a moment. catching each other's breath and as both of your temporary highs dissipated. geto grabs your chin and presses a chaste kiss to your lips before helping you to fix yourself and pulls you off to the desk. gathering you in his arms as you put your feet back in the ground. holding your hand firmly in his grasp, he pulls you with him and went to go outside and unlocking the door.

a dumbfounded student stands outside the doorway at the appearance of geto and you leaving the room. they stay there for awhile, processing at just what occurred inside.

after that, geto took you at one of the quaint coffee shops inside the campus. a cup of black coffee steaming in front of him and your favorite drink and a slice of cheesecake. “are you sure you don't want a bite, sugu?” pushing your plate towards him for both of you to share. he only smiles. wiping the cream in your lips that your tongue didn't caught earlier with his thumb and bringing it to his lips.

the action caught you off guard and warmth spread throughout your cheeks. your gaze lowering in embarrassment. geto casually sips his drink and waited for you until you finished and he grabs your bag. slinging it to his shoulder and intertwining your soft hands in his calloused ones.

“say suguru, do you really like me?” you stare at him. finding any kind of hesitation and hints of deceit on his eyes which isn't the right thing to do cause his eyes doesn't lie and he got what people call the angel eyes. the question's been bugging you for a long time cause it was unreal and beyond your wildest dream that geto suguru is dating you. a nobody who doesn't get the second glances until you dated him.

he raises a brow at your question. an amused chuckle slipping past his lips. “it won't last a year if i don't like you, princess.” leaning down to meet your level. “maybe you lost a bet.” his gaze darkened at the reproachful words. “a bet? certainly not. if i want to hurt you. i won't waste my time being with you.” the tone of his voice is cool but there's an underlying threat. it's a warning that you should choose your words carefully.

you simply nodded at his words. satisfied for the mean time and that's all it took for geto to change back to his calm demeanor. his thumb brushing your round cheeks. his large hands dwarfing your own face despite the roundness of it. “good girl.” his hand slowly descends to your neck. caressing your flabby arms and slowly pinching your belly and creeping underneath your shirt.

“not here, suguru.” a look of worry painted in your face as you look at the students scattered in the library. “they won't know, princess and there are things that are needed to be clarified.” the look in your face is priceless. he loves the way how easily bothered you can be at his ministrations but besides it, he really needs you and geto is starting to question that you're the one who's in too deep with your affection towards him, not him.

maybe, all along. he's the one who have fallen too deep for you and he's dancing on the palm of your hand.

[nonranghaes]

heads up: no actual cheating i promise haha (vague food mentions, reader was sick). mr stage actor!mingoo <3

"... i can explain."

mingyu's standing in the door of your apartment, face stained with various shades of lipstick. you stand there, arms crossed over your chest as you survey your boyfriend fully, and seem to successfully pull off the curiously-pissed-off-partner look. it's late, he looks tired and like he's been drinking, but you know why he's stumbling in now.

"everyone started kissing my face!" he says, hands up and defensive. "i told them to quit it because you'd get the wrong idea-"

"is she pretty?" your arms hug a little tighter against your chest, frowning at him. "do you like her more than me?"

"no! there was no--i mean, there's a couple women in our cast, but--"

it's a little cute to see him worked up like this. as if seungcheol didn't immediately send you the video after his final bow with the entire cast attacking your boyfriend with kisses once the curtains closed. the way he laughed, and then complained (he'd rather it be you kissing him, but, alas, you've been home sick all day and missed his final show), and the way he never washed his face because someone yelled out they'd all do it again if he did. it had warmed your heart to see how loved he was by his cast. maybe he'd work with them again down the road, but for now he was going to enjoy having a little time to laze around with you before he has to begin rehearsals for his next show.

and mingyu realizes when you stop giving him that look that you know. and he chuckles, immediately making his way over to pepper kisses on your face. "who showed you?"

"who do you think?" you giggle, and then try to duck away from him. "i'm still sick!"

"i don't care!" he pulls you back into his arms, giggling. he just stands there in the open doorway, holding you tight. "i missed you."

"i'm sorry--"

"don't." he presses one final kiss against your jaw, close to your ear, before he lets you go. "did you like the soup i left for you?"

your face grows a little warmer: even when he's busy, he makes time to care for you. "it helped a lot."

"good." the door is shut. he takes your hand, already guiding you back to bed. "i'll be in soon. wait for me?"

you snort a little, the tiny reference to the show he's walking away from not lost on you. you kiss his knuckles. "i will."

[endofthelinegang]

just one bite

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  john walker x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  john walker would love nothing more than to go to bed, really he wouldn’t but you won’t let him rest without him fulfilling your request.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  nighttime fun baby 

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It continued with the sock.

A sad, balled-up sock that smacked him directly in the face like the universe was punishing him for trying to sleep. John exhaled slowly, one eye cracking open as the sock rolled off his cheek and onto the pillow beside him. Earlier it had been you laughing so hard there were tears at a war movie. That then turned into you poking him and getting his face which he just loved. He had briefly settled you down by practically holding you down and talking to you. But that was short lived.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he said, voice gravelly from sleep and exhaustion and you, dragging him through hell at 1:00 a.m.

You were a blur of an oversized t-shirt and bare legs as you half-skipped, half-crawled across the foot of the bed, energy buzzing off you like static. The lamp on the nightstand threw everything into gold-edged half-light: soft shadows, warm skin, the sharp gleam of your eyes. You threw yourself down hard onto John’s chest to which he let out a huff watching as you tossed your hair around right in his face. 

“You’re being dramatic,” you said, breathless with the kind of laughter you only got after midnight. “You didn’t even flinch.”

“Because I’m numb,” he muttered, pulling the sides of his pillow around his face he mumbled out the words, “Numb to your late-night bullshit.”

You ignored him completely and got comfy on top of him using his chest as an arm rest you kicked your feet in the air behind you. Eyes alight with mischief and something warmer. “John.”

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me ask.”

“Don’t need to. I’ve seen that look before. That’s your ‘I’ve had three caffeinated drinks and cannot tell you how much caffeine was in each one behavior.” You had moved his pillow out of his face, his grip weakened from his need to get some sleep.

You grinned. “Okay, true. But seriously. Just hear me out.”

“No.”

“But what if—hypothetically—” you were leaned in as close as you could be without your faces touching, chin resting on your hands, face inches from his, “—I bit your bicep?”

His eyes closed for just a moment and then opened. Slowly. Like he couldn’t believe you’d said it. He blinked a couple of times for good measure before speaking,

“…what?”

“Your bicep,” you said, tone sultry-soft now, a velvet drawl wrapped in chaos. You were now touching your forehead against his. Your hair makes almost a fort around your two faces, “I want to bite it. Just once.”

A beat of silence. The hum of the night pressing in around the room. The overhead fan spinning a lazy circle above you both. John stared at you like he was asking whatever higher power cursed him why. 

“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, not even sure what else to say. He had never heard even a similar request from you or anyone else. In fact he had never even heard it be asked on TV.

“But hot?”

“You are trying to bite me like I did not get you dinner earlier.” He was seriously confused, he considered it maybe being one of those trends where women were asking their boyfriends and that you were not being real about this. 

You moved one arm to stretch down his, your palm finding his forearm, thumb dragging over the warm stretch of muscle. His body was tense—coiled, even—like he couldn’t decide if he should roll with it or run.

“You can’t blame me,” you whispered, leaning in so your breath kissed his jaw. “You walk around all day with these arms out, sleeves pushed up just enough to ruin my life. What did you think was gonna happen?” You knew that stroking his ego would get him to bend or at least consider your proposal. 

He made a noise. A low, strangled kind of grunt that wasn’t quite a laugh.

“I should sedate you.”

“You could,” you said, fingers sliding up over his bicep now—slow and featherlight. “Or you could let me have one bite. A sexy one. Like... a ‘we’re alone, and it’s quiet, and you look really good in this lighting’ kind of bite.”

He turned to look at you. Really look at you. Your lips were slightly parted, breath hitching in the quiet. The lamp cast golden halos over the lines of your face, your neck, the sliver of thigh visible beneath the hoodie. And you weren’t laughing anymore—not really. There was humor there, yeah, but behind it was something hungrier. Real.

You tilted your head. “I’ll make it worth it.”

His jaw clenched.

And then, slowly, deliberately—he flexed.

You lit up like a struck match. Gleeful and glowing. Straddling his lap even tighter than before so that he could not change his mind, you let your hands smooth up his arm like you were worshipping it, not teasing it. Your lips brushed at his shoulder first—soft, reverent—then your mouth moved down to what you had been begging for. That is when your teeth sank in. Not hard. Not deep. Just enough to mark the pressure, enough for him to feel it through every nerve. You hummed low in your throat, content, lingering. Let your nose nuzzle against the skin. His hand landed on your hip without thought, fingers pressing into the curve of you.

His breath caught.

When you pulled back, you were grinning—but there was something else in your eyes. Heat. Need. That wild, unspoken ache that only surfaces in the dark when the world feels far away. You ran your tongue over your teeth with your lips slightly parted making the deepest eye contact you could. 

John was looking at you like you were trouble.

Beautiful, irresistible trouble.

“That wasn’t a bite,” he said, voice rough. His hands stayed put on your waist, he could still feel the nerves in his bicep twitching and the saliva from where your tongue had just lightly touched the skin was getting cold. 

You shrugged. “Wasn’t it?”

He exhaled through his nose. Shook his head. Then reached up and pulled you to him like it had been inevitable all along, he had wrapped his arms more around you to place his hand in the middle of your back in order to keep you stable. The kiss was nothing like the bite. It was hungry, unguarded—months of willpower unraveling all at once. His mouth was hot and heavy on yours, hands tight on your body like he didn’t know how to be gentle with this kind of want. You gasped into it, hands roaming anywhere you could reach, pressing your body to his like you could climb into his chest and stay there.

When you finally broke apart, your forehead rested against his.

“Still want me to go to sleep?” you whispered, breathless. Now touching his face lightly grazing your fingers on and through his facial hair. 

“Hell no,” he muttered. But he rolled you onto your side, tucked you under his arm anyway, buried his face in your hair, and pulled the blanket around you both like a cocoon, one hand still splayed across your hip. And when you finally fell asleep, lips tingling and heartbeat in your throat, you could’ve sworn you felt him kiss the top of your head.

Just once.

Just soft.

[pelova4president]

My treat II

sugarmommies!Ingrid x Frido x sugarbaby!Reader

My treat I

summary~ The two footballers invite you into their home and offer you a proposal. You take their proposal with both hands.

!warnings! 18+ making out, fingering, oral sex, a lot of hickeys and dirty talk. not proof read.

You stood infront of their front door. It was chilly. Too chilly to be wearing the dress you were. The short navy dress didn’t cover the goosebumps appearing on your thighs and arms. You looked ahead of you, their house was huge.

Their house was abstract and modern. Classy, like the women.

Just as you wanted to make your arrival known the door opened. Ingrid stood there before you. She had a loose burgundy dress on that showed her figure perfectly. You were mesmerised by her presence.

“Would you like to come in, or do you want to keep staring out in the cold?” Ingrid grinned.

She held the door open as you stepped inside. The footballer took your jacket out of your hands and led you to their living room. “Frido will be here in a sec, make yourself at home.” She kissed your cheek before disappearing.

You looked around the room. It was spacious and modern, like the outside. But the inside had a little more character, it was warmer. Plants and lights adorned the space. There hung a large painting of a woman above their fireplace. The painting was red, passionate and vulgar, it was bold. It was the total opposite of you. But somehow you felt attracted to the art.

Hands made their way to your hips as a head was placed in the crook of your neck. “Do you like it?” she asked, that’s definitely Frido.

“hm, it’s really beautiful.” you said softly. The blonde hummed, pleased with your answer.

“You look beautiful.” she whispered, you could feel the vibrations of her words on your skin. you had to suppress your smile at that.

“Getting started without me Rolfö?” Ingrid walked into the warm room.

Fridolina took her head off your shoulder and turned but she didn’t take her hands off of you. “I wouldn’t dare.” she replied, a large grin sporting her face

Ingrid hummed at that and offered you a drink. They turned on a soft song that could be heard in every corner of the house. “You’ve got a really gorgeous house.” you complimented them.

“Thank you love, Frido designed it.” Ingrid winked as she handed you your drink.

“What can i say, i have good taste.” Fridolina said confidently, with that same smirk on her face.

You were contemplating on asking the women a question you’ve been wanting to know since you met them. And you don’t know what kind of confidence spurt entered your body but the question rolled from your tongue before you could stop it. “So what are you guys? Girlfriends? And what do you even want from me?”

Okay in your head it sounded a little less mean. ‘What do you even want from me’? why would you say it like that.

“Oh she’s got an attitude.” Frido laughed.

Ingrid didn’t think it was that funny. “I get that you’re curious but you can ask that politely.”

There was a silence that followed, even the music in the background couldn’t save you from this. Redness overtook your face. She expected you to ask her again, politely. “Why are you interested in me?” you asked embarrassed.

“Good girl, thank you. Fridolina and i are partners, yes. And although we love each other, we miss something.” Ingrid spoke.

“And that’s why we are interested in you. You’re sweet, pretty, shy and may i even say submissive. You are what we are missing, a pretty girl to go home to after a hard game.” Frido continued.

Ingrid nodded “Frido and i are both pretty dominant, we both want to take charge of a pretty girl like you. You’re a student, you need money and we can offer you that in exchange for your time.”

You looked at the dark haired woman infront of you, she was casually sipping on her glass of wine like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb on you. “Uh.. so you want me to sleep with you in exchange for money?” you asked them.

“No, not only sex darling. We would like to take you out on dates, vacations and other outings. This would be more than only a sexual relationship.” Frido said as she walked behind you.

She turned your kitchen stool and titled your head upwards. “Would you like a little sneak peak of whats to come, hm?” the only thing you could do was nod.

“Say it.” Frido demanded.

“Yes please.” you told her. She attacked your lips. She was more fiery this time. She was hungry. Her lips were rough on your neck as she traveled lower.

Ingrid walked around the kitchen island and made her presence known by taking your head into her hands. She pressed her lips to yours. Her lips were soft on yours. She tasted sweet, like the perfume she wore.

“Hmm, you like how rough Frido is, love?” you groan at Ingrid’s words.

Your eyes were shut, enjoying the feeling of lips on your neck. Dark red patches or dominance were left along your collarbone.

And then you felt nothing but the soft sting of those patches. You opened your eyes to see a literal breath taking sight infront of you. It was as if the women took the air out of the room. Ingrid and Frido were making out infront of you.

You could hear Ingrid moan as her girlfriend bit on her lip. Ingrid’s hands tangled themselves in blonde hair. It was a sight for sore eyes.

Although you loved watching the women, you felt a bit left out. The desperate whine that left your mouth caused the women to break the kiss.

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" Frido teased you. Ingrid's pupils were blown, she wanted you just as much as you wanted them.

"It's unfair, you keep teasing me." you groaned at the women.

Even Ingrid had to surpress her laughter at that. They had been teasing you all night, waiting on a reaction. They wanted to have you begging for them at the end of the night. "Tell us what you want and maybe we'll give it to you, hm?" Ingrid smirked.

"I want you both." you told them with begging eyes. But by looking at their faces you knew they wanted to hear more. "... please?"

"Hm, do you think she deserves it?" Frido asked her girlfriend. They acted like you weren't right infront of them and you were eating it up.

"As much as i like to see her desparate and begging, i need more of her." Ingrid looked right into your eyes as she said the last part.

The footballer led you to the large sofa where she pushed you down. Her lips attacked yours and her hands fled to push the top of your dress down. Her warm kisses traveled to your neck and shoulders. "God, i've wanted you since i saw you at that interview." she whispered.

Rolfö took your head in her hands, kissing you hard and long. "You're fucking perfect." she said against your lips.

You were beyond hot and bothered, you were desparate for more. "Please, need more." you whispered against Frido.

Ingrid's mouth latched onto your nipple, her mouth was soft and warm. She hiked the hem of your dress up, her knee sliding in between your legs and pressing up against your clothed pussy.

The blonde kissed along your jaw up to your hot and red ears. As Frido bit in your sensitive ear, Ingrid's fingers pressed down on your clit. It was as if they were in sync.

Ingrid couldn't tease you much longer, she had to have you. They could play this teasing game another time. Her hand dipped into your lace panties. Her fingers were welcomed by wetness. You were soaked.

"God, Frido you have to see this. Did you get this turned on by our teasing, love?" Ingrid held up her fingers, sticky with your juices. The woman moved her fingers towards her girlfriend's mouth and without saying anything Frido took her fingers into her mouth.

The image of Frido, hair messed up by your needy hands, lips red and swollen, tasting you off of her lover's fingers. You moaned as Ingrid moved her hand back to your pussy and started making out with Frido.

A finger entered you and your head fell back. long fingers found a home in your hair and lips returned to your ear. "Let Ingrid make you feel good, darling." her words were hot and her tone heavy. They made you go insane.

When Ingrid slid another finger in and her mouth worked on your clit you couldn't hold your sounds in anymore. "Let us hear you. You sound so fucking hot." Frido said.

You could only nod, not a singular word made it past your lips. "Yeah, you like being fucked dumb by us. You like being used. I promise that this is only the beginning." Frido grabbed your tits, pinching your buds hard. Your back arched off the couch as Ingrid's fingers sped up.

"Yes, just like that. Fuck yourself on her fingers. God, you're perfect." Frido praised you. Ingrid didn't have to do much more to make you cum.

"Fuck. fuck- i'm gonna cum." you moaned out. Your eyebrows were knitted together als the knot in your stomach got tighter. Ingrid sucked harder and you the knot came undone.

Her fingers slowed down as you came down from your high. Ingrid left kisses on the inside of your thighs. "You were so good for us, baby. You did so so good." she placed a soft kiss to your lips.

"We're gonna get you cleaned up, is that okay love?" Frido asked softly, still pampering you with kisses. You felt like you were on cloud nine with these beautiful women caring for you.

You hummed and Frido went to fill their bathtub up. You laid in Ingrid's arms as she praised you.

When Frido came back down she carried you to their bathroom. She washed you with care and sung lullabies as she massaged your scalp.

Ingrid had placed a cup of tea on one of their nightstands and some clean panties and a camisole. Their bed was warm as you crawled into it. The Swede put her arms around you and fell fast asleep.

Her breath evened out as you look up at Ingrid. She has her reading glasses on, the yellow light glowing on her smooth skin. Her brows were furrowed until she looked up from her book and at you. She had caught you staring, again. The corners of her mouth went up. "Get some rest, you're gonna need it, love." she winked.

Although this was new, fiery and wild. Something about it felt fitting. Frido and Ingrid were like the painting, passionate, confident and bold. You felt attracted to them. Maybe they were exactly what you needed.

A.N. I really love the messages in my inbox so thank you for the support. I don't know how i'm gonna continue this and what i'll write about next. But we'll see, if the right idea comes i'll probably write another part.

[myth1cs]

That one back Tattoo (Son Chaeyoung x M!Reader)

I swear I'm working on that F!Reader fic. This is smut ... Sorry? (Should I still bother apologizing or...) Word Count: 2,088

Sitting at the bar with my girlfriend Dahyun was something that always made me happy.

"Y/N you're so silly sometimes!"

Dahyun was drunk enough to the point that anything was funny to her. I should have cut her off sooner but seeing her like this was just so cute. "Come on Dahyun lets go home."

"I don't want to go yet Y/N-yah! Can I get another shot?" I giggled at her question. "Come on Dahyun I think you've had a bit too much to drink." I had to pick up Dahyun and carry her back to our apartment. She showed little protest by lightly hitting me on my chest.

"I don't want to leave yet Y/N!"

Having to put up with a drunk Dahyun's protest was something I got used to after a few nights out. Luckily her sleepiness eventually got the best of her and she was sleeping in my arms.

Arriving back at the hotel I went in the elevator to get to our apartment on the third floor. But before the door closed another woman entered the elevator with us.

She was a rather short woman. Her clothes didn't leave much to the imagination. She was showing a lot of ski-

"Are you going to press the button or should I?"

I was quickly pulled out of my thoughts. Must've been staring for too long. "O-oh r-right you can press it first." She nodded at me and clicked on the button for the third floor. "What a coincidence we're on the same floor."

"Really? Well what are the chances of that? You know some people don't think things happen by "coincidence" do you?"

A rather odd question to ask but I guess I'll entertain her thought process. "Well I think some things are meant to happen but I don't think that everything that happens in our life is set by the universe or whatever."

"By the way who's that girl you're carrying."

"She's my girlfriend."

She hummed at my response and the elevator door opened. "Well if you'd like to discuss further you can come to my room at 308."

"Room 308? That's right next to my room 307!" Seriously? What are the chances my and this girl I just met are neighbors?

"Well who knows maybe it's a sign from the universe. By the way I never got your name."

"It's Y/N, and yours?"

"You can call me Chaeyoung. Anyways you better get going carrying your girlfriend must be tiring."

Once she said that she left for her room and I went into my apartment. When I got in I placed Dahyun on the couch and covered her up with a blanket.

I wasn't able to get Chaeyoung out of my mind. She was so attractive her tattoos, small figure, and those lips of hers were such a turn on. No wait what am I thinking?! Dahyun is my girlfriend I shouldn't be thinking of other women like this.

Feeling my cock get hard I went to the bathroom in order to relieve myself. Pulling down my pants and grabbing a hold of my cock I started to work on relieving myself. "Ugh ~ ah ~ Chaeyoung you're such a damn bad influence. You're making me have thoughts of cheating on my girlfriend because of you!"

Eventually I was able to cum and quickly started to work on cleaning up the mess I had just made.

-

I've been avoiding Chaeyoung for the past few days. Seeing her makes me think of inappropriate thoughts. I can't help but think how warm her pussy must feel. I bet she could suck my dick so well. Agh! Damn it why am I thinking of it again.

I suddenly bumped into someone.

"Shit sorry my bad I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Y/N is that you?"

Looking at the person I bumped into I realized it was Chaeyoung. Shit

"Oh sorry Chaeyoung I have to go-"

Suddenly she grabbed my arm and turned me around so I was facing her. My face was getting warmer and I can only hope she didn't notice.

"Hold on Y/N what's the rush? And why have you been ignoring me for the past few days?"

"Chaeyoung it's complicated."

"Want to talk about it?"

I shouldn't do it. Everything points to me not agreeing with her. I have a loving girlfriend already. No I can't say yes I can't!

But before I could even answer Chaeyoung started to drag me along with her. I wasn't able to get any words out so I just went along with her for the time.

Eventually we arrived at the front of her apartment. She grabbed her keys and unlocked the door. Her room was mostly similar to the one me and Dahyun had except her room was a bit more bare than ours.

She dragged me to her couch and sat me down. Chaeyoung sat next to me and crossed her arms.

"Y/N I don't understand why you've been ignoring me. If you didn't like our first interaction and didn't want to talk to me that's one thing but I feel as if you're purposely going out of your way to ignore me!"

I looked at Chaeyoung in the eyes. Should I tell her? No that's stupid and would be pretty awkward. What would I even say "Yeah the reason I've been ignoring you is because I just get thoughts of cheating on my girlfriend with you."

"I just thought you were a little weird. I didn't want to associate myself with you." A bit rude but I needed Chaeyoung to also get away from me. If she also starts to distance herself from me it would make my life way easier.

"That's a bit rude Y/N. But thank you for telling me even if it does hurt my feelings."

"Yeah, sorry Chaeyoung."

I got up to leave her apartment as silence fell between us. But before I could go she suddenly spoke up.

"Wait before you leave do you at least want to have lunch with me?"

I guess I owe her one. I mean I did say something quite rude to her just now I could at least make up for it by staying over for lunch.

"Sure"

Chaeyoung nodded and got up to go to the kitchen. I couldn't help but stare at her butt as she walked there.

"Do you have any preferences or allergies you want me to be aware of Y/N?"

"No, anything's fine."

She started to cook up something. I sat in silence as I watched her cook. While Chaeyoung was cooking she bent over making her shirt slide up.

I saw her exposed back which had a tattoo. Something about it was interesting to me.

"Why did you get that back tattoo Chaeyoung?"

"Found it interesting. Why, you want to get a closer look Y/N?" She gave me a certain look. If I didn't know any better I would say she's trying to tease me.

My face started to warm up. "Uhm ... kinda."

Chaeyoung started to walk up to me. Her hips swayed in a rhythm that kept me hooked.

She sat down on the couch with her back facing me. She took off her shirt exposing her bra. "Go on Y/N inspect the tattoo to your hearts content."

I felt my whole body get warm.

I put my finger on her back tattoo,I traced the outline. It was quite an interesting design. "What's it called?"

"The birth of evil. You know Y/N I have more tattoos but I'd have to strip for you to see them."

"Well what's stopping you?" I asked more as a joke.

"Absolutely nothing." Chaeyoung turned around facing me before she started stripping off her remaining pieces of clothing. Her body was more attractive than I originally thought. I couldn't focus on her tattoos and was only able to focus on her body.

"Y/N my tattoos aren't on my chest."

"I - uhm - agh." I tried coming up with an excuse but I wasn't able to think of one. My cock was starting to get hard and I tried to quickly hide it before Chaeyoung noticed.

Suddenly she put her hands over mine. "Mmm Y/N I heard you moaning my name the night we met. I'm telling you our meeting was fate."

Chaeyoung grabbed my hand covering my extremely hard cock and removed ir. She let out a coo "It's so big. I wonder how it'll look when it's free."

I started to panic as she started to pull my pants down. I shouldn't even be here when I have Dahyun. But a part of me wants this moment to never end.

My cock sprung out of its constraints and Chaeyoung licked her lips. "My my Y/N a bit eager to cheat on your girlfriend aren't you?" I wasn't able to form words because I knew she was right. I really wanted her.

"Go ahead and kiss me you little play boy."

I latched my lips onto Chaeyoung's perfect lips. They were so soft and perfect for me. Chaeyoung took my shirt off and moved her hands to my chest and pinched my nipples.

"Ouch Chaeng that hurt." I muffled into her lips. Though she didn't listen and only pinched harder.

She started to rub her hands all over my body. "Ah! Ah! Your hands are so perfect!"

I took my lips off of hers and started to move them down to her small breasts. They were a little bit bigger than Dahyun's but not by much. I put my tongue on her nipple and swirled it around and used my other hand to squeeze her other tit.

Chaeyoung moved her hands down to my cock and swirled her thumb on the tip. Some cum started to leak out and it helped her pick up the pace.

"Oh Chaeng your so damn good at this."

"Am I better than your girlfriend?"

Me and Dahyun have never had sex before and I didn't want to admit that I was still a virgin to her.

"Uhm - you're getting there."

Chaeyoung smiled at me "Judging by your long pause I'm guessing you're a virgin. Don't worry I'll be gentle."

She pushed me onto my back and put her mouth around my cock. "Mhm it tastes good. Virgins cocks always taste the best." I felt myself losing control over her words. She was slowly swirling her tongue on my tip and sucked really gently.

I used my hands to push her head down and Chaeyoung took my full length. "Yes just like that Chaeyoung." My cock hit the back of her throat and her muscles tightened around it.

Her saliva coated my whole cock. I started to push her head up and down on my cock roughly. Tears fell down Chaeyoung's eyes as she face fucked me.

Pulling her off my cock she started gasping for air. "Chaeyoung I want to feel your tight pussy on my cock."

"Y/N ... you're so horney! Is your girlfriend that pathetic?"

"Dahyun has never wanted to have sex with me."

"Poor baby Y/N. You deserve to release all of your cum." Chaeyoung got up and aligned her pussy to my cock. She lowered herself engulfing it all in her small tight pussy.

"You're so damn tight Chaeyoung!"

"Now Y/N let me show you what your girlfriend has been depriving you of." Chaeyoung started moving up and down. Her fluids were now all over my cock. I reached for her small and soft butt and started to give them a light squeeze.

Chaeyoung yelped at my sudden movement but went along with it. I started to squeeze harder leaving red marks on her butt. "I'm going to cum inside of you!"

"Yes Y/N fill me up with your thick semen!"

I spanked her ass hard and unloaded a long thick stream of cum inside of her. Chaeyoung's eyes started rolling back. "It's so warm Y/N!"

After 10 seconds the stream stopped and Chaeyoung collapsed on the couch. "Y/N do you believe me now? Our meeting was fate."

"I believe you Chaeng. But we have to keep this under wraps I don't want Dahyun to find out about us."

"Fine by me Y/N my lips are sealed. Just make sure to come visit me every now and then."

I collapsed on her and hugged her naked body and we both fell asleep.

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I don't know if people prefer 1st or 3rd person writing so I'll just alternate between the both of them.

Anyways enjoy Chaeyoung, I'm facing delays so I don't think I'll have something up anytime soon but I'll try to finish the Thanksgiving smut on time.

[coldfanbou]

Two Faced

A shorter fic, mostly because the request didn't have too much to go on, but it was the fic that was voted for.

Length 1.6K

Kazuha X Mreader

You watch your little troupe dance, keeping an eye on everyone. They go through their routine, ensuring everyone is in sync and positioned correctly. Nearing the end of it, you begin clapping, “Good job everyone! That’s enough for today; you can all head home. I’ll clean up around here today.” They thank you, patting your back as you pass them. “Thanks, Dad,” They joke, annoying you. “I’m like five years older than you guys,” The women take their time leaving, chatting amongst each other while you grab the cleaning supplies.

While most of the other women were talking to each other, one looked your way, Kazuha. The quiet dancer gripped her bag as it clung over her shoulder. She stepped forward, about to make her way to you when another student stopped her. “Kazuha, Do you have any plans today?” She asked; more students began to surround Kazuha, formulating a plan for all of them to go clubbing later. The others overshadowed her voice until she finally managed to catch their attention.

“I’m sorry, but I want to get some more practice in before our show,” Kazuha announced to the others, much to their disappointment. They understood Kazuha; they knew she was dedicated to ballet. Slowly, the other women filed out; Kazuha watched them leave, waving to them as she placed her bag back on the floor. While waiting until the room was empty, Kazuha gathered her courage and walked over to you. “Excuse me,”

You turn around to face her, “Yeah? Did you need something?”

“I-um,” Kazuha stumbles on her words, growing more embarrassed as time passes. She had practiced what she wanted to say at home, but nothing was coming out. 

“Why don’t you take a seat and tell me when you can figure out what you want to say?” You drag a seat out of the closet and place it next to the door. Kazuha sits on it, trying to come up with the words while you mop the floor. You glance at her occasionally, gauging if she’s figured out what she wants to say. “You know you’re doing really well, Kazuha.”

Kazuha shakes her head, “No, I still have a lot of work to do.”

“You’re far too focused on ballet. Don’t get me wrong, Kazuha, I like your dedication to it, but sometimes you need to take a break and try something new. It can help you when you come back.” 

Kazuha sighs, her chest deflating as she lets out a long exhale. “There’s been one thing on my mind.”

“Oh, yeah? What?”

“I, um,” Kazuha’s face gets warmer as she tries again to explain herself. “I-it’s sex.”

“Oh, alright, that’s good.” You say that without realizing what Kazuah said. It takes a second, but the words register with you soon enough. “What?” You turn to Kazuha, who is leaning forward in her chair and gripping the edges of her seat.

“Teacher, I want you,” Kazuha admits, one of her hands shifting from her chair to her cunt, rubbing it through her leotard. She moves the straps of her leotard off her shoulders and stands slowly.

“Hold on there, Kazuha. I’m flattered, but-”

Kazuha kisses you, taking your hands and moving them to her waist as she wraps her arms around your neck, “I want you to ruin me, Daddy. I’m not the good girl everyone thinks I am.” She whispers, her lips lingering on yours before she presses her lips against yours. The flowery scent of her perfume floods your nostrils, and your grip grows stronger. Kazuha stumbles a few steps back; her back hits the wall. Kazuha’s breathy moan floats through the air as she feels your hands dig into her. She ran one hand down your body, reaching your crotch. Kazuha rubbed it slowly, feeling your bulge grow. Her fingers fumbled with your pants, and her breathing quickened. She was ready to be taken. Kazuha quickly pulled out your cock, stroking it. She could hardly keep her eyes off it; she licked her lips, desperate for it. Kazuha dropped to her knees, unable to resist it any longer. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out and rubbing it along the sides of your shaft. “It’s better than I imagined.” Kazuha groans, continuing to lap at it.

You look down at her; if someone had asked you if you could imagine Kazuha like this, you would’ve said no. She had a lustful look on her face as she wrapped her lips around your cock. She bobbed her head slowly, moaning as her tongue swirled around the tip. “You’re so big, Daddy.” Kazuha mumbles, beginning to take more of your cock. Kazuha opens her mouth wide, letting you push your length fully inside her. You struggled to resist Kazuha and began moving your hips. She could only moan as you ran your hands through her hair and began thrusting, moaning her name. Saliva ran down her chin as she took every thrust. Kazuha was enjoying your treatment of her. She moved her leotard to the side and began fingering herself, imagining your cock was fucking her instead of her fingers. She pulled down her leotard as much as she could with her other hand and toyed with her breasts, rolling her nipple between her thumb and finger. 

Your cock began to throb as you watched the angelic Kazuha act like nothing more than a slut. You couldn’t hold on, and came down her throat without warning her. Kazuha struggled at first, being caught off guard, but she recovered. The young woman swallowed every drop of your cum. She pulled her head back slowly, grabbing onto your shaft with both hands and kissing the tip before thanking you. She looked up at you with a pleased look on her face. She slowly rose to her feet and walked over to the bar the dancers used at the beginning of class. She bent over, shaking her hips from side to side and moving her leotard out of the way. “I need you to fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me.” Kazuha made sure to look at you as she said this. She arched her back and waited for you.

You moved behind her, staring at her reflection in the mirror as you pushed inside her tight cunt. Her lips formed an O, but no sound came out. As you continued to push deeper, her voice was finally heard; a loud moan filled the room as you filled her. Kazuha could feel your cock stretching her cunt, filling her better than any of the toys she had at home. “Shit, Daddy, keep going.” She cried, gripping the railing tightly as you continued to push deeper. Once you were finally buried inside her, Kazuha began moving, pressing her ass against you while calling your name. “Fuck me up, Daddy. Fuck me up.” She repeated. You didn’t resist and began thrusting into the young woman, having little care at this point.

You slam yourself deep into Kazuha, letting her fill the room with her moans. She looks at herself in the mirror, smiling as she sees the reflection. The sight of her small body being pounded further turned her on. She reaches down, playing with her clit as you continue your thrusts. You held onto Kazuha’s waist, pulling her back as you rammed your cock into her. Nearing your climax, you began moving faster; Kazuha’s legs began growing weak as you pushed her toward her climax. Kazuha’s cried out when she came, and you had to hold her up. 

Still not entirely done, you turned Kazuha over, having her face you. You moved one of her legs onto your shoulder before lifting the other and lifting her off the ground. Kazuah held onto the railing and leaned back against the mirror, eyeing you as you began to thrust again. 

Kazuha looked down, seeing a bulge move as you slid your cock in and out of her. She pressed down on it with one hand, moaning as she realized it was your cock. She continued to press down on it, reveling in the feeling of your cock inside her. “Daddy, I want you to cum inside me,” She moaned. You grunted, feeling her walls tighten around your cock. Kazuha repeated herself, her moans continuing to flow as she pleaded for your cum. You buried yourself inside Kazuha, moaning her name as you filled her cunt with your semen. You gripped her firmly, refusing to let go until you had finished dumping your load inside her. Kazuha shuts her eyes, focusing on the warmth in her womb as you pull out and put her down. Her legs are still weak, and Kazuha falls to the floor. 

“Shit, let me help you up.” Kazuha waves you off and grabs your softening shaft. She wraps her lips around it, her tongue gathering every drop of cum. Kazuha smiled, able to taste herself on your cock. She bobbed her head until she finally cleaned you off, letting your cock go with a pop. You help Kazuha get up on her feet afterward and help her to the chair. The young woman grabs your cock again, stroking it slowly.

“That was nice, Daddy, but I want you to really fuck me up.” Kazuha pauses, trying to figure out how to continue. “Why don’t we keep this between us? After every class, you get to fuck me as much as you want. You must be stressed watching us perform and try to get ready for our performances. You can let out all that stress on me.” Kazuha leans down, taking the head of your cock into her mouth. “Or in me.” She adds, swirling her tongue around the tip. 

You and Kazuha worked out the details but generally agreed. You would fuck her after every class, giving her exactly what she wanted. She kept her angelic and pure image to her classmates, but the moment they were gone, she let her slutty side out for you.

[misshoneyimhome]

Your last relic has given me many thoughts! One being a 3some of Willy and Knies. Knies thinks he knows everything there is about pleasing women and Willy shows him that he in fact knows nothing.

Oh absolutely, this combo is definitely one of my top favourites too! 🌺 And honestly, who better to guide the baby Leafs than our calm, collected, and ever-so-charming Swedish boyfriend?

Hopefully I captured even a hint of what you had in mind when it comes to William’s gentle yet confident teaching vibes 🙈

Tropes & warnings: Matthew Knies x reader x William Nylander, Friends to lovers, Smut 18+: Threesome (M/M/F), Oral sex (f receiving, m receiving), Vaginal sex (protected), DVP, Praise kink, soft dom vibes, Gentle guidance, reverence, aftercare

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Bed Chem I William Nylander x reader x Matthew Knies ☆

The moment the final buzzer went off, the building erupted.

You weren’t on the ice, but somehow you felt it all the same—that pulse of adrenaline, the eruption of joy that cracked through the walls of Scotiabank Arena like a sonic boom. The Toronto Maple Leafs had clinched a playoff spot, and the city was electric. So were the players. So were you.

The locker room had been a mess of champagne sprays and booming music, post-game interviews overlapping with spontaneous shouts and camera flashes. But by the time you reached the dimly lit rooftop bar uptown, the energy had mellowed into something warmer. The buzz of victory still hung in the air, but it was laced now with alcohol, cigarette smoke from the balcony, and the sort of grins that came from knowing a season’s worth of grit had finally paid off.

You arrived with a couple of the WAGs, but it didn’t take long for Matthew to find you.

“There she is,” he said, looping an arm around your shoulders like it was second nature. “Thought you were gonna ghost us after the win.”

You gave him a look, amused. “You think I’d miss a party full of sweaty men and overpriced cocktails?”

“Yeah,” he said with a crooked smile. “But only because you’re smarter than all of us.”

He tugged you toward the bar, ordering you a drink before you could even ask. He remembered your go-to without question—of course he did. You’d been there through enough of his rough nights and quiet ones, holding space and talking him down when the city felt too big, too loud. He’d always said you made it easier.

Tonight, he was golden. Laughing freely, glow from the overhead string lights catching in his tousled curls. You stayed close, not because you felt like you had to—but because being near Matthew always felt like choosing warmth in a cold room.

“You sticking to your usual?” you asked, nodding to the beer in his hand.

He glanced down at the label and made a face. “I dunno, I might need to branch out. Try something more… mature.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, sipping your drink. “Like a whiskey sour?”

“Like a wine spritzer,” he deadpanned.

You choked on your drink mid-laugh, earning a proud smirk from him. That was how the night flowed—easy, playful. You’d drifted in and out of conversations with other guys, teammates leaning over to toast, make a joke, ask you how work was. But Matthew always came back, his hand at the small of your back, his laugh ready for your next sarcastic quip.

You weren’t blind to how the others saw it. You’d heard the chirps. The “When’s the wedding?” comments. The knowing glances. But it wasn’t like that. You were close—had been since the day he’d landed in Toronto, fresh-faced and already exhausted by the noise. You’d been his anchor.

Still, as you leaned against the bar beside him now, the air between you felt… warmer than usual. Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was the way his thumb absently brushed your wrist. Maybe it was the fact that, for once, you didn’t feel the need to pull away.

And that’s when Mitch, two beers deep and already in rare form, decided to start chirping.

“Mattie, be honest,” he called out across the lounge. “You bring your own PR girl out for moral support, or is this part of your new strategy?”

Matthew didn’t flinch. “She’s just here to keep me humble.”

You rolled your eyes, but Mitch wasn’t done.

“No seriously—dude acts like he’s a girl whisperer just ‘cause he got a couple swipe rights after a hat trick.”

“That was one time,” Matthew muttered.

“I bet he still thinks making a girl laugh is enough to get her off,” Mitch added, practically giggling now.

You turned your head toward Matthew, sipping your drink with a smirk. “Is that true, Kniesy? Is that your big secret weapon?”

His eyes flicked to yours, somewhere between defensive and amused. “Maybe… you know, I’m very attentive.”

“Oh, so you’ve read a women’s magazine before.”

“Hey,” he said, leaning in, “I didn’t say Cosmo wasn’t a resource.”

Laughter broke across the group. Even you giggled—genuinely. He was good at that, at making you laugh without trying too hard.

And still, you felt it: a shift in the air. The faint buzz of someone watching.

You turned your head, casually scanning the room.

William stood near the windows. Alone.

A glass of something amber in his hand, one foot crossed over the other, posture relaxed—but his eyes were trained on you. He looked like something out of a noir film. Gold hair curling slightly at the nape of his neck, sharp jaw highlighted in low light, blue eyes unreadable but unwavering.

You hadn’t spoken much tonight. A few words in passing. A gentle squeeze of your elbow when you first arrived. But you knew that look. You’d felt it before.

William Nylander didn’t hover. He didn’t chase. But he watched—especially when it came to you. Not possessive. Not overt. Just… watchful. Like someone who kept the perimeter clear without ever needing to be asked.

You turned back to your drink before your thoughts could spiral.

“So,” Matthew said, leaning in with a grin. “Back me up here. You do think I’m a good listener, right?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re an excellent listener. When it comes to Spotify playlists and Uber Eats orders.”

“Ouch.”

“I’m just saying,” you shrugged, teasing. “Your success rate with women might have less to do with skill and more to do with… face symmetry.”

Matthew groaned. “Unbelievable.”

You leaned into his shoulder, whispering just loud enough for only him to hear. “You’re cute. You’ve got a good heart. But I don’t think you know quite as much as you think you do.”

He looked down at you, playful spark dimming just a bit into something more earnest. “So teach me.”

The words hung between you for a beat longer than they should have.

You didn’t even get a chance to respond before William joined your side.

He didn’t say anything. Just stepped in, sitting close enough that his arm brushed yours. He was still holding his drink, but his attention was fully on the two of you now. And Matthew—bless him—sat up straighter.

William’s voice was quiet but firm. “Some lessons take more than charm.”

Matthew blinked. “Wasn’t asking you, bro.”

“I know,” William replied, eyes still on you. “But maybe she should.”

Your pulse jumped.

The banter was still there. The teasing. But something else had slipped underneath it. Something sharper. He wasn’t just joking. And neither were you.

You swallowed, trying to mask the heat rising in your chest. The room had shifted, and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the way both of them were looking at you now—like you were something worth studying. Something worth sharing.

Somewhere deep in your gut, you felt it:

This night was far from over.

_

It was always like that with team nights out—one moment the room was buzzing, too full, too loud, everyone trying to shout over each other, and the next it was emptying out, drinks half-finished, jackets thrown over shoulders, plans whispered between teammates as they slipped out in pairs or small groups.

You hadn’t noticed how late it was until you checked your phone. Past one.

Someone had changed the playlist from classic bar bangers to something smoother, bass-heavy, the kind of rhythm you felt in your chest before you even recognised the song. The laughter had faded. The clinking glasses, too. And when you finally looked up from the low leather couch, it hit you—nearly everyone had left.

Nearly.

Matthew was still beside you, legs spread, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh, leaning forward now like the weight of the day had finally hit him. He looked relaxed. Buzzed. Eyes soft and cheeks still faintly flushed.

William stood a few feet away, now with his drink abandoned on the edge of a side table. He was rolling the hem of his sleeve with slow, careful fingers, like he had nowhere else to be.

You wet your lips, heart skipping when the silence held. It wasn’t awkward. But it wasn’t casual either.

Matthew exhaled a short laugh. “Didn’t realise we were the stragglers.”

“Or the smart ones,” William offered, finally sitting down in the armchair across from you both.

You watched the way he lounged into it, like his body already knew how to own a space before his mind even tried. William was… intimidating in the quiet. Not because he was trying to be—but because there was something about his silence that felt like a secret.

Matthew gave a half-smile. “Guess that means we get the afterparty.”

You stretched your arms above your head and hummed. “Or we’re just too stubborn to go home.”

“Speak for yourself,” Matthew said. “I live for moments like this.”

“Like what?”

“This,” he gestured around. “End of the night. No pressure. Just… honesty.”

You looked at him sideways, surprised.

William tilted his head. “That usually comes after drink number six.”

“Exactly,” Matthew grinned. “We’ve reached that stage.”

You didn’t say anything at first, just let your gaze bounce between them. The air felt… different. Still warm, but thicker. Slower.

“So,” Matthew said, suddenly glancing at you, “what’s the most honest thing you’ve said to someone after midnight?”

You blinked. “That’s a loaded question.”

“I know. That’s why I asked it.”

You smiled. “I told someone I was in love with their dog once.”

Matthew snorted. “That tracks.”

You glanced at William. “Your turn.”

He looked at you, then at Matthew. “I told someone I didn’t want just sex.”

That pulled the air tight.

Matthew blinked. You stared.

“Well, damn,” Matthew said softly. “Didn’t expect you to go deep.”

William just shrugged. “Honesty, right?”

You looked at him a moment longer. The calm in his voice wasn’t forced. There was no bitterness. But something flickered in his eyes. Something unreadable.

“What about you?” William asked, nodding at Matthew.

Matthew hesitated. Then smirked. “I once told a girl I could make her come just with my mouth.”

You burst out laughing. “No, you didn’t.”

He raised a hand in mock-defence. “Hey, she agreed with me.”

“Was she unconscious?”

William chuckled. “That’s the cockiest thing I’ve heard all week.”

Matthew grinned. “I’m just saying, I’m good at what I do.”

You gave him a look, playful but sharp. “You say that with a lot of confidence for someone who thought clitoral stimulation was a TikTok trend.”

Matthew feigned a gasp. “I did not!”

“You did,” William added, unbothered. “In the group chat. We all remember.”

“Et tu, Brute?”

You were laughing again, but something about the heat in your cheeks wasn’t just from amusement. It was Matthew’s eyes on you, bold and youthful, and William’s steadier gaze—quiet, unreadable, but somehow deeper. You felt the shift again. That edge between teasing and something else. Something closer to a line neither of you had acknowledged yet.

You stretched your legs out across Matthew’s lap without thinking. He rested his hands lightly on your shins, thumbs brushing over your skin. William’s eyes followed the movement, slow and deliberate.

“You know,” you said, tone light but voice quieter, “for a guy who claims to be so good with women, you never really struck me as someone who… understood them.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

You nodded. “You’re enthusiastic. And sweet. But I think you think enthusiasm can replace intuition.”

He looked genuinely intrigued. “So what, I need a mentor?”

“Maybe,” you teased. “Someone older. Wiser. More… Swedish.”

William didn’t even blink. “You offering your services?”

You paused. The words hung there.

Then you tilted your head. “Maybe I am.”

Matthew leaned back, mock serious. “Are we talking about, like… a coaching session?”

You smirked. “You couldn’t handle me, Kniesy.”

“Try me.”

William shifted in his seat, jaw flexing just slightly. “He might try, but he won’t finish.”

Your breath hitched.

Matthew grinned, playing it cool. “You think you’d do better?”

William’s gaze never left yours. “I know I would.”

That’s when it happened. That moment. The second when everything tipped sideways. Because you weren’t joking anymore. And neither were they.

And God help you, but the idea didn’t scare you. It thrilled you.

You took a breath, heart pounding. “We could always find out.” The words slipped out softer than you expected. Barely more than a whisper.

Matthew blinked. “Wait—are you… serious?”

You looked between them. Maybe it was the drinks, or maybe it was the tension that had been brewing for years. Your pulse was screaming, but your gut was calm. “I trust you both,” you said. “And I… want to feel good. I want to be with people who know me. Who care.”

William leaned forward slowly. “We’d never do anything you weren’t sure about.”

Matthew nodded, eyes wide but sincere. “We’d take care of you.”

You gave a slow, steady nod. “Then let’s go.”

No one moved for a moment. It was like the silence itself needed a second to process what had just happened.

Then William stood first, walking over to you and offering a hand. You took it without hesitation. Matthew followed close behind, grabbing his jacket and slinging it over one shoulder.

And as you stepped into the cool spring air, sandwiched between two men who suddenly looked at you like you were a star they couldn’t stop orbiting, your chest tightened—not in fear, but in anticipation.

Because this wasn’t just a wild idea anymore.

This was happening.

And something told you… it would change everything.

_

William’s place was warm.

Not just physically, though the condo had that lived-in luxury—soft lighting, clean lines, the smell of cologne and something woodsy hanging faintly in the air. But the warmth came from something else. The quiet, steady kind. The way William held the door for you and Matthew. The way he let you walk in first like you belonged here.

You’d been in this place before—group hangs, pre-game meet-ups, the odd Sunday movie night when the guys needed normalcy. But never like this. Never with this undercurrent humming beneath your skin, this sense that every movement was leading somewhere.

“Can I get you guys anything?” William asked, already shrugging off his jacket.

You shook your head, still standing in the entryway, heartbeat too loud.

“No,” Matthew said softly. “I think we’re good.”

William looked over his shoulder at you, eyes darker now. “Then come here.”

You moved slowly, unsure but not nervous. Like stepping out onto a frozen lake—you could feel the tension beneath the surface, but something in you trusted it to hold.

Matthew trailed behind you, a step or two slower, his usual confidence muted now into something gentler. Watching you. Watching William.

You stood in the centre of the living room, just a breath apart, the three of you hovering like magnets waiting to be pulled together.

It was William who crossed the distance first.

His hand reached out, fingers brushing your jaw, tilting your face toward his.

“You sure?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

His kiss was soft. Focused. Like he’d wanted to kiss you for a long, long time and was finally allowing himself the pleasure. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t greedy. It was knowing.

You leaned into it before you realised, one hand sliding up his chest, anchoring yourself to the steady beat of his heart.

When he pulled back, it wasn’t far. Just enough to glance past you—to Matthew.

“Come here.”

Matthew obeyed. You felt his presence at your back, warm and close, as his hand found your waist and his lips grazed your neck.

“God,” he breathed. “This is… so much better than anything I ever imagined.”

You laughed softly, breath catching as he pressed a kiss behind your ear. “You imagined this?”

“I’m a guy,” he said. “We imagine everything.”

William chuckled low, one hand sliding along your arm. “Then stop imagining.”

And just like that, it began.

They moved with you, not at you—guiding you gently to the sofa, William sitting first and tugging you into his lap, your knees straddling him as Matthew settled beside you, hands brushing your thighs like a question.

You kissed William again, deeper now, more need curling beneath your skin. You felt Matthew’s lips at your shoulder, his hands climbing slowly up your torso, fingertips teasing beneath your blouse.

When he reached the first button, he paused.

“This okay?”

You nodded.

One by one, the buttons came undone. Then William’s hands joined his—warm palms sliding up your back as they helped you ease out of the fabric.

Every touch felt intentional. Every movement filled with quiet reverence.

“You’re beautiful,” Matthew whispered. “Like, unfairly.”

You turned your head and kissed him—Matthew—softly, testing the space between you, surprised by how natural it felt. How right. There was no hesitation, no awkward clash of lips. Just warmth. The heat of his breath mingling with yours as his mouth parted under the pressure, tasting of beer and something more.

Your fingers curled at his nape, drawing him in as you deepened it, emboldened by the low sound he made—half sigh, half groan. His hands stayed respectfully on your waist, thumbs rubbing soothing circles just above the hem of your jeans, as though memorising the feel of your body, asking for permission with every pass of skin on skin.

Then you felt another pair of hands—steady, sure, achingly familiar.

William’s.

They skimmed low, trailing from your ribs to your hips, where they caught the waistband of your jeans and knickers. He moved with careful intention, tugging them downward in one smooth, patient motion. You rose slightly, shifting your weight just enough to let him help you out of them completely.

The moment you were bare, the air hit your skin—cool, sharp, electric.

And then William’s mouth followed.

He kissed your inner thigh first, just above the knee, a slow drag of lips and breath that made you twitch. Then higher. Then higher still. You felt the stubble on his jaw graze you gently, his nose nudge soft skin as he pressed closer. And finally, the warmth of his breath against your core.

You couldn’t help it—you gasped.

His hands came to rest on your thighs, thumbs stroking soothing lines along their curve as he knelt between your legs. His eyes lifted to meet yours, sharp and dark and reverent, like he was about to say grace.

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “About tasting you. About making you fall apart.”

And then his mouth was on you.

Firm. Intentional. Unhurried.

His tongue swept through your folds with maddening precision, teasing before pressing flat against your clit with just the right amount of pressure. He moaned softly into you, and the vibration alone sent a bolt of heat through your spine.

Your back arched, hands scrambling for something to hold on to. One found his shoulder. The other slid into his hair—thick, soft, a little damp with sweat—and you tugged, instinctively, just enough to feel him groan in response. The sound went straight through you.

You could feel every detail. Every flick of his tongue. Every purposeful pause. Every moment he let his nose nudge against your thigh like he couldn’t get close enough. It was overwhelming. And still—somehow—exactly what you needed.

Beside you, Matthew hadn’t moved far. His breath was uneven now, chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted a shift. He reached out with one hand, stroking the length of your arm with gentle reverence. His other hand cradled your jaw, grounding you in his presence as his lips found yours again—slow, coaxing kisses that gave you something to hold onto while William unraveled you below.

Your thighs began to shake. That pressure—low, hot, coiling—was building fast.

“W-Willy,” you gasped, hips tilting into his mouth.

And then he stopped.

Pulled back. Licked his lips.

You let out a sound—needy, wrecked, half-whimper.

He just smiled. “Your turn,” he told Matthew, his voice rough and knowing.

Matthew looked like he might combust on the spot.

“I—I don’t wanna ruin the fun,” he admitted, flushed to the ears, breath catching.

“You won’t,” William said calmly, standing to his full height. “Watch. Listen. Then try.”

You moved in your position, pulse still racing, as you lay back on the couch, legs open and draped across the cushions in invitation. Matthew moved between them, eyes wide, searching your face like you were sacred scripture.

“Okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, offering a reassuring smile. “You’ve got this.”

He started slow. Tongue tentative. Hands a little unsure, but sweet. So sweet.

William crouched beside him, not touching either of you—just guiding. “Go slower. Focus on the top. Feel her breathing. Let that guide you.”

Matthew listened. Really listened.

He adjusted. Tilted his head. Flattened his tongue. One of his hands splayed against your lower stomach, the other steadied your thigh, and he moaned when he felt you twitch beneath him.

Your breath caught.

He was definitely a quick learner. Smart and curious. And when he found that rhythm—pressure and pace just right—you let your head fall back with a cry.

“Matt—oh my God—”

He kept going. Determined now and focused. He sucked your clit a few times, and just like that you came, hard and fast—hips bucking, hands fisting the cushions, voice echoing through the room as the coil inside you snapped and pleasure rushed over you in waves.

Matthew pulled back slowly, lips shiny, eyes wide with something like awe.

“Oh… yes,” he breathed, resting his head on your thigh like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. “That was—holy shit.”

William chuckled softly from above you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Told you.”

You were still shaking, heart pounding, chest heaving.

And then they came back to you. William next to you on the couch, lifting you gently into his lap, kissing your temple. Matthew kneeling at your feet, stroking your calves as he gazed up at you with something between pride and disbelief.

And then, like they’d rehearsed it, they kissed you—one on the neck, one on your lips. Like you were sacred. Like you were theirs.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were.

“More?” William asked, his voice husky, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You nodded, breath shaky, body still humming from the aftershocks of pleasure.

“Say it,” he whispered, his hand trailing down your side, anchoring you with every touch. “Tell us what you want.”

Your reply was a breath, a confession. “I want you. I want to feel you inside me.”

The air shifted—like something ancient and silent had just been summoned. They helped you up, warm hands on your arms and hips as you left the sofa behind and padded down the hallway together. William guided you into his bedroom, dimly lit and clean, with soft sheets and the faint scent of cedarwood lingering in the air. You could hear Matthew behind you, the slight catch in his breath, the soft creak of the floorboard under his weight.

Your back met the edge of the bed, and you sank down gently as you watched them both undress completely. 

William stood at the foot of it, eyes dark with restraint as he reached into the nightstand drawer. He slid a condom out of the box, tore it open with ease, and rolled it on with a practiced hand, his gaze never leaving you. Then he climbed onto the bed, shifting beside you and drawing you gently to your side, body curled around yours.

His hands were everywhere—stroking your spine in long, grounding sweeps, massaging your hips with reverence, touching you like he was reminding himself you were real. One of your legs lifted to hook over his hip, welcoming him in.

He kissed your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, before positioning himself at your entrance.

And then—slowly, carefully—he pressed in.

The stretch made your eyes flutter shut. You gasped, body arching instinctively as the fullness hit, his body molding to yours in the most intimate way. The heat of his chest at your back. The sound of his breath at your ear. It was more than sex—it was surrender.

You opened your eyes—and there was Matthew.

Standing in front of you, one hand loosely gripping the base of his cock, the other resting against his stomach. He was flushed, eyes heavy, lips parted as he watched William sink into you.

You reached for him. “Come here.”

He did.

You took him in your hand first—slow, teasing strokes that made his hips twitch—before guiding him gently to your lips. You kissed the tip, then slid your mouth over him inch by inch, letting the moan in your throat reverberate around him.

William began to move behind you. Long, deep thrusts. Controlled. Reverent. His fingers tightened around your waist as he matched the rhythm of your mouth.

It was overwhelming—in the best possible way. The push and pull. The heat. The rhythm of William moving inside you, the weight of Matthew on your tongue, their soft groans and praises surrounding you like a lullaby spun from sin and safety.

You were the centre of gravity. And you wanted more.

You pulled off Matthew with a whimper, lips wet, hand still stroking him slowly. “I want to feel you too,” you whispered to him. “Please.”

They stilled.

William’s hand traced down your side, grounding you. Matthew looked at you like he was trying to memorise you.

A pause. Then William’s voice, low and careful: “You’re sure?”

You nodded. “Yes. I want this. I want both of you.”

William then gently pulled out before Matthew reached for a condom with shaking hands, tearing it open and rolling it on with quiet reverence. Then he lay back on the mattress, propped on pillows, arms open in invitation.

You climbed over him slowly, one knee on each side of his hips, gently and slowly guiding him to your entrance. You gasped as you eased down onto him—already sensitive, already aching—and he moaned beneath you, hands flying to your hips like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You rode him slowly at first, trying to catch your breath. But then William was behind you again—steady, calm, the grounding presence he always was. He pressed soft kisses between your shoulder blades, hands sliding along your waist.

“Lean forward for me,” he murmured.

You obeyed, bracing your hands on either side of Matthew’s head. His arms cradled your back, keeping you steady as William positioned himself again.

You felt him—hot and hard—at your entrance. And then, with excruciating care, he pushed inside.

The stretch made you cry out. Your fingers curled into the sheets. Your body trembled with the sheer intensity of it.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” William breathed into your shoulder. “Let me in. Let us take care of you.”

They held still for a long moment, letting you adjust. Letting your body catch up to the sensation of being filled completely.

Then—slowly—they began to move.

In sync.

One pushing while the other pulled. A rhythm of careful thrusts and reverent touches. Their hands roamed your body like you were art. Their lips brushed against your back, your shoulder, your neck. Matthew’s eyes locked with yours, wide and worshipful.

You’d never felt anything like it. Not even close.

The pleasure was molten. Liquid. Spreading through you like wildfire. Your moans turned to cries. Their names spilled from your lips like prayers.

You came first.

It hit like a wave—your body shuddering, your thighs quaking, your voice cracking as they held you between them, coaxing you through it.

Matthew followed next, gasping your name as he thrust deep one last time, head thrown back against the pillow.

William came last—always controlled, always composed—his arms wrapping tightly around you as he buried himself fully, groaning into your skin as he let go.

And then…

Stillness.

Just the sound of breathing. The weight of their bodies. The lingering tremble in your limbs.

You collapsed between them, chest heaving, every nerve ending singing.

No one spoke. They didn’t have to.

_

It was quiet.

Not the kind of silence that begged to be filled—but the kind that settled in like a warm blanket, the kind that only followed something honest. Something real. Like your bodies had said more than words ever could, and now the quiet was just the breath between pages.

You lay between them. Skin still flushed, heartbeat finally slowing. Matthew beneath you, chest rising and falling, one hand still tracing lazy patterns up and down your back. William behind you, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other splayed across your ribs like he never wanted to let go.

No one moved. Not really.

Matthew let out a low, exhausted chuckle.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

You smiled, face buried against his chest. “Can’t feel my brain.”

William kissed the top of your spine. “Can’t feel bad about that.”

You laughed softly—genuine, a little sleepy. Your muscles ached, but not in a way that hurt. More like the echo of something good. Something earned.

They stayed close, touching you gently like you might disappear if they let go for even a second.

You shifted slightly, limbs heavy, letting your cheek rest against Matthew’s chest. His skin was warm. His heartbeat steady.

“I still feel like I’m floating,” you murmured.

“Same,” he said, voice low, a little shy now. “That was…”

He didn’t finish.

He didn’t need to.

William’s voice came from behind you, soft and steady. “You were perfect.”

You turned your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder.

“So were you.”

He smiled—slow, tired, full of something that made your heart clench.

“I mean it,” he said. “You didn’t just… let us have you. You trusted us. That matters.”

Matthew nodded. “It really does.”

You closed your eyes, letting the weight of those words sink in. Maybe it should’ve felt overwhelming. Maybe you should’ve been second-guessing everything. But all you felt was… full.

In every sense of the word.

“Alright,” William said, sitting up a little. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You started to protest, but he was already easing you up, his hands gentle, movements unhurried. Matthew helped too, his touch soft, reverent, the teasing edge from earlier now replaced with something tender.

William disappeared into the ensuite, returning a moment later with a warm cloth and a bottle of water.

He crouched beside the bed, pressing the bottle into your hands. “Small sips.”

You obeyed.

Then he brushed a damp cloth between your thighs, movements careful, almost clinical—but still loving. Like he was honouring the body he’d just worshipped.

You touched his wrist lightly, silently thanking him.

When he finished, he climbed back into bed beside you. You reached for him without thinking. Matthew rolled over too, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“We should probably talk,” you whispered, unsure where the thought came from, but knowing it needed to be said.

“Eventually,” William said, already pulling the covers up over all three of you. “But not tonight.”

“Yeah,” Matthew echoed. “Let’s just… be.”

You sank into the sheets, wrapped in warmth and the scent of their skin.

The weight of the moment finally settled in your chest—not heavy, but real.

Because this wasn’t just some wild night. Not something you’d laugh about tomorrow and lock away in a mental file labelled “one-time mistakes.”

This was something else. Something that shifted tectonic plates you hadn’t realised were movable.

You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. You didn’t know what this meant for any of you.

But right now, in this bed, with two men who had just shown you more tenderness and reverence than you’d ever expected to receive in your entire life—right now, you weren’t afraid.

You were seen. Held. Wanted.

And when you finally drifted off, tangled between William’s quiet strength and Matthew’s golden warmth, the last thing you felt was a kiss on your forehead… and a voice, low and steady, murmuring into the dark:

“Sleep, baby. We’ve got you.”

[tejennnn]

Auntie-inspired fits ✨️

Inspiration:

- 🇰🇷: Ajumma (middle aged-women) style!

- 🇨🇳: Chinese aunties with apron + cooking sleeve (or is it an arm warmer?)

- 🇯🇵: Kimono + kappogi (traditional cooking apron)

[zorostitties]

Aurora; 12 (m)

⤕ Your existence had been an endless night, where shadows whispered long forgotten secrets. Trapped in a golden cage, your fragile mind and shattered memories were chains that kept you from dreaming of freedom. Then, he appeared with the first light of dawn, like a gentle sun warming your cold skin. In his gaze, the promise of a new beginning; in his presence, the sunrise your soul had longed for.

In which Alucard saves you from Erzsebet.

pairing: alucard (castlevania) x (f) reader

genre: angst, romance, slow burn, eventual smut

warnings: violence/blood, explicit language, mental health issues, grief, physical abuse.

rating: 18+

word count: 8k

A/N: HELLO WORLD!! PHEW. It's been a while. I know I'm posting it at a random hour but I needed to get this chapter off my chest. I explained on tumblr why it took me so long to update. To be honest my cat is still in a bad shape and I'm still absurdly worried about her… but oh well, I needed to post this chapter to think of something else for a while, at least. So it'd be very kind of you to leave a comment to help me not freak out about my cat :)

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You’re tired of fighting.

Your limbs are heavy, your throat burns, bruises cover your skin. Still, you try to run.

It’s useless. The two women dragging you inside the tomb are way stronger – unnaturally stronger than a human being should be. You growl like an animal, you kick and try to punch and claw anything on your reach. It’s still useless. The piece of cloth tightly wrapped around your mouth prevents you from speaking anything coherent.

The corridor opens to a big hall. The place is ancient, it is brightly illuminated by many torches. Strange paintings cover the walls and tall columns. There is a platform and something that looks like an altar ahead of you. On their sides, there are tall ceramic vases, five on each side. Sitting at the right side of the altar, there is a statue: the body of a female, the head of a lion, wielding a spear.

There is a woman standing on top of the platform.

A violent shiver runs down your spine. You know that woman… she was the first thing you saw when you woke up. If she didn’t exude cruelty and malice, maybe you would’ve thought she is beautiful: her tall stature, her long curly dark brown hair, her full lips and pink irises… but you know better. There is nothing good about that woman except her appearance.

She wears a similar white tunic as the other women in the hall, but is the only one wearing a golden headpiece, a thick necklace and many bracelets. Her expression isn’t cruel and mocking at the moment like you’ve seen her before. She just looks serious.

And there’s that other thing on the altar, too.

It… it resembles a woman, but you’re not sure: as pale as a cadaver, contrasting with the warmer skin tones of all the other women inside the tomb; its hair is long, straight and red, resembling a lion’s mane. The creature is… strangely tall, its arms and legs are disproportional to the rest of the body. It’s completely naked – you see the rags of what probably was its clothes scattered around the altar.

And it looks sick.

It’s way too skinny. Its ribs are very clearly outlined on the skin. Its cheeks are profound; its red eyes have heavy dark circles around them. Its whole body is trembling, its breathing is irregular. It drools like a sick dog.

And they are pulling you towards it.

After the initial shock, you begin to kick and scream again, but it’s still useless. You don’t want to be anywhere near that thing. It smells awful, it’s uncanny and scary and violently unnatural…

The other woman – who appears to be some sort of leader – grips you by the arm and drags you closer to that creature. She is even stronger than the other two who held you previously. She says something in a language you don’t understand.

You scream again. You try to pull your arm back, you try to claw her–

She squeezes your arm.

An agonizing yell erupts from your throat. Tears well up your eyes. Your legs fail.

You could hear the sound of your bones cracking under her grip.

That creature holds you this time. It pants like an animal. Even through the pain, you try to push it away – but it is useless.

Its long fingers entangle around the hair at the back of your head; it pushes it, forcing your head back and exposing your neck. It open its mouth wide, its horrible fangs approaching…

When it bites your neck, you can’t scream anymore; its jaws completely block your trachea. You gag, your eyes pop wide. There’s a suction noise… it is sucking your blood, you realize with horror. Your good hand still tries to pull its hair, but once again, it is useless… extreme weakness roams your body. The world twirls as every bit of strength disappears. Your head hurts as if someone had just hammered it.

Finally, it lets you go. You fall flat on the floor.

Your vision is blurred and darkening. You can’t move anymore. Your arm and your neck hurt so, so bad. And yet, you have time to see something before completely blacking out.

The creature doesn’t look like a creature anymore… its cheeks are not hollow, its limbs are no longer disproportional, body fat and muscles are visible again.

It is indeed a woman, not a thing.

She sighs contently and stretches her arms.

The world fades away.

Notre Dame’s high vaulted ceiling was indeed impressive.

How long did it take to build such a magnificent structure? How many workers were necessary? Who must’ve planned the building? How did they know that something so big wouldn’t crumble? Who must’ve crafted the beautiful stained glasses that colored the walls as sunshine touched them?

You had no idea.

You didn’t know why you were staring at it, either.

Your senses came back rather slowly. Voices… steps… everything echoed within the cathedral. The place you were laid at was uncomfortable… a wooden bench. One of the many you’d seen previously. Now that the place was properly lit by sunlight, it didn’t look as eerie as before.

Finally, you decided to sit up.

The great hall was full. The benches weren’t perfectly lined as before, which made you remember that Jules and the monks had used them to barricade the doors. You quickly realized that the injured in battle were brought inside the cathedral, where women priestesses wearing black tunics that covered their heads helped them (you heard two distinctive words: sister and nun. Was that the name of their position?). You saw them running from side to side, holding bloody pieces of cloth and water basins. Other civilian women were helping with medical aid as well.

No known face in sight.

Immediate nervousness set in your guts. Where was everybody? Why were you laying there?

This nervousness vanished in two seconds, however, when a familiar voice called.

You turned your head to see Charles, Jules and Henri rushing to where you were. You almost sighed in relief; Jules didn’t look seriously injured and Henri’s right shoulder was properly bandaged, though he still looked way too pale and tired. All of them looked worn out, in fact, with their uniforms ragged in some spots and blood stains here and there.

“Mademoiselle! You’re–“

“You’re awake! How are you feeling?”

“I’ll call for help! Sister! Please–“

You immediately raised your palm in Charle’s direction. “No, please. I am fine. I don’t need medical aid, thank you.”

The three boys sat down. They silently battled to see who would take their place by your side – Henri ended up winning. The other two sat on the bench in front of you, frowning at the ginger boy.

“What happened? Where is Alucard?” You asked.

“You passed out, Miss Ruby.” Charles explained. Jules elbowed him and angry whispered don’t call her by her name, you’re not her close friend!. “Mr. Alucard brought you down. After he checked that you weren’t hurt, he let you rest and left to care for the troops… he told us to take care of you–“

“He told me to take care of you.” Jules hissed again.

“He didn’t address you, we were all present at that moment…”

But their incessant arguing didn’t catch your attention, because you remembered someone and it immediately made your heart race.

“Mizrak!” You looked around, searching for his familiar face between the injured. “Where is Mizrak?!”

They eyed each other hesitantly.

“The monk, isn’t it?” Jules asked. You nodded. “He… he disappeared, Mademoiselle. He just weren’t there when we opened the doors again.”

“He might’ve crawled somewhere else,” Charles tried to calm you down. “There are other points in the city were the injured are being taken care of.”

“He’s a strong man, isn’t he? I-I’m sure he’s alright, somewhere…” Henri didn’t sound confident at all, however.

You instinctively gripped the fabric of your skirt. How could he just have disappeared? No one simply disappears. His wound was beyond serious, it needed immediate medical assistance. What if a vampire had dragged him away, fed from his corpse? What if he died because of you?

Which made you remember something else, for some reason. Your eyes popped wide once again.

“My scepter? Where is it?” Once again, you looked at your sides.

“My” scepter. Why did you claim it as yours so instinctively?

It just… felt right to do so.

“It’s under the bench, mademoiselle,” Henri pointed. You rushed to grab it, almost sighing in relief. Something so shiny would definitely attract thieves if you weren’t careful.

The three boys were engaged in some conversation. They were asking you questions, in fact, about what happened exactly at the top of the bell tower, where did that light come from, but you weren’t paying attention, focusing your eyes on the golden artifact instead.

You had already noticed it before – but the staff had a very subtle cone format. It got a bit thinner on the other end.

You brushed your fingers around it. The scepter… it didn’t look that unfamiliar anymore.

There was a small spot on the base of it, near the sun symbol. You pressed your thumb over it.

And then – the staff retracted.

It emitted a soft metallic sound as the entire length of the staff fit into itself. Now, you just held a disk – the sun symbol – that was a little larger than your hand, with ninety percent of the staff reduced to a small handle.

The four of you went immediately silent in shock.

“Wow.” Jules exclaimed. “How did you do this?”

“I don’t know.”

“It retracted perfectly,” Henri said in awe. “It’s an engineering masterpiece!”

They began to discuss between themselves again, and as much as you didn’t really mind their company, they were starting to bring you headaches. They reminded you a bit of a pack of turkeys – if one made a noise, all the others repeated.

“Gentlemen,” your voice immediately stopped their incessant talking. They looked at your with attention. You held the sun disk with both hands and rested them over your lap. “I didn’t have the opportunity to properly thank you all yet. Without your efforts, I would’ve never arrived here… and I don’t want to imagine what would’ve happened if I didn’t. All of you saved uncountable lives today.” You managed to open a small smile while passing your eyes by each of the three. “Thank you so much.”

They got speechless for once.

You watched as their lips curved up into grins. Jules massaged the back of his neck sheepishly, Charles stuffed his chest like a bird, Henri got redder than a tomato. It was funny how these three were only big in size; in your eyes, they weren’t much far from the other three little boys you met in Paris.

You were also a bit surprised at your own speech. A week ago, you would’ve never even imagined yourself speaking with quiet confidence like that… you didn’t stutter once, which honestly felt great.

Finally, you stood up, being followed by them.

“Do you know where Alucard and the others are?”

Of course they knew. Of course they wouldn’t let you make your way there on your own.

The three guided you outside of the cathedral once again talking incessantly. You resigned yourself to replying with short sentences anytime a question was asked, way too focused on analyzing the destruction of the city. There was blood everywhere. The area around Notre Dame specifically was full of night creature carcasses; volunteers worked on grabbing them to throw them in a bonfire nearby. The streets were crowded as citizens helped clean the city, bring down the rubble barricades, measure the damage, or simply went back to their homes and establishments.

It was strange to see everything under the sunshine… and to think that just one or two hours ago, you were running around these streets, trying to survive vampire attacks, feeling the deepest fear you’ve ever felt – and trying to brush it aside. You had managed to, somehow… something unthinkable for the person you were a week ago.

...Had you really changed this much in a few days, or you were simply allowed to be yourself for the first time in your life?

“...What I’m trying to say, Mademoiselle,” Henri’s nervous voice caught your attention for the first time. He sent an angry glance towards the other two before looking at you with expectation. “D-Do you have a house in Paris?”

“No.”

“Great! I-I mean–“ he cleaned his throat and put his hand over his chest. “If you need a place to stay – to spend the night, perhaps – you are more than welcome in my house. It’s not far from here. We have enough rooms and food for you. A-And Mr. Alucard, of course,” he giggled nervously.

You half expected the other two to offer their homes as well, but they didn’t, to your surprise. They just looked at him with what looked like jealousy.

Before you could answer, you arrived at a great square – and you forgot about the three.

“Excuse me,” you said before rushing towards Annette.

The square had many people walking from here to there, dragging rubble or just watching – but you didn’t care. Annette is alive! More than that, she looked fine. The dark haired girl spotted you as well and rushed, meeting you halfway.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Where is Richter?” You blurted out, immediately searching for injuries with your eyes. Annette chuckled and held your arms delicately.

“I’m fine. We’re both fine. What about you?” She quirked one eyebrow up. “I heard you unleashed some terrifying magic.”

She lowered her eyes to the sun disk you held. You immediately avoided her gaze, feeling sheepish. “Well, I… I don’t really know how to explain what happened.”

Annette shrugged. “Neither do I.”

“Where’s Richter?” You repeated and started to turn around. Annette, for some reason, widened her eyes and was about to hold you back again…

“Wait–“

She tried, but it was already too late.

The first thing you saw was Alucard, standing at a good distance.

He was eyeing you intently. Juste Belmont was by his side – how and when did he arrive in Paris? – wearing an elegant long red coat.

When your eyes crossed his, your entire body froze.

What happened at the bell tower…

It felt as if your entire face was on fire. Heavens, you hugged him – you actually hugged him, you entangled your arms around his neck and cried like a child. You certainly were not in your right mind to do something so… so… so…!

But then, you looked at something else – the thing Annette was worried that you’d see – and all the other thoughts ceased.

Your stomach dropped.

A big bonfire was being formed by civilians bringing rubble; it was more than two meters tall, perhaps. In between the pieces of wood, there were corpses – the vampires that didn’t turn to ashes during the flash of sunlight.

And the biggest corpse of them all…

You instinctively stepped back.

Erzsebet Bathory.

She didn’t look like herself anymore. She was even taller than what you remembered, her red hair longer, her face distorted in animalistic traits… one arm had been chopped off. She had many bruises and injuries. Her cheeks were hollow, her mouth wide open in a perpetual expression of shock and pain.

Erzsebet Bathory was dead.

No mistakes this time, Alucard had said.

The sight of her destroyed, lifeless corpse made your stomach twirl. And once again, you hated the effect this woman had upon you even in death, even with you looking at her in that state. It felt like she would suddenly screech and launch herself at you like so many times before. You could almost feel her claws gnawing your skin, her fangs sinking in your neck…

She is dead. She is dead. She can’t hurt me anymore. She is dead.

Annette’s soft touch on your shoulder brought you back to reality. She looked at you with worry.

“Do you remember what I told you?” She asked quietly.

And when we defeat Erzsebet, justice will be done.

You closed your eyes for a moment and sighed.

“Yes. I’ll… I’ll be fine.” You reassured her. You weren’t fine at that moment, but you would be.

Finally, you spotted Richter walking towards you both. He looked very injured – he had multiple burns on both arms, the sleeves of his blue jacket had been ripped. He was limping and looked very tired, yet still managed to open a small smile to you.

He carried a long piece of wood. The tip had been draped with pieces of cloth.

His small smile vanished. He looked down at you with solemnity.

“You arrived at the right time, Ruby.” Richter looked down at the wood he held. “We believe… you deserve to be the one to do it.”

You finally understood.

That was a torch.

You gulped, your body got tense. Even so, you nodded accordingly. You wouldn’t be able to speak even if you tried.

Richter summoned a ball of blue fire in his hand and ignited the torch. You shoved the sun disk inside your vest and held the torch with both hands.

You took a deep breath before approaching the pyre.

The square stopped to watch the scene.

Erzsebet’s corpse was horrendous, disgusting. You decided to not avoid your gaze from it. You bent slightly, making the tip of the torch touch the wood at the base of the pyre. The fire spread rapidly.

You stepped away and watched.

The people at the square cheered at the sight of the so-called Vampire Messiah burning. Your world, however, was quiet. All you could hear were the sounds of the wood cackling, the flames increasing and consuming everything in the pyre. You watched with attention as the fire consumed Erzsebet’s corpse; it burned her skin, her hair, muscles and bones. And a part of you was grateful to be left alone – Alucard, Annette, Richter and the three boys decided to stand away.

Erzsebet was dead. Definitely.

She used to be your world merely a week ago. Everything revolved around her: your fear, your hopelessness, your hatred, your self-loathing, your confusion. You were just a shadow of a person, an empty fragile shell on the verge of breaking apart. She was your world – and your world was dark, cold, bloody and lonely.

Things were slowly changing now.

You learned that the real world also had place for colors. For kindness, friendship, perseverance and freedom. The real world was not a perfect place, but it was vast; and its vastness for sure should have a place for you somewhere – a place were you wouldn’t be hurt anymore.

At that moment, you decided that you would never cry for her again.

You had already cried enough. She had forced you to dedicate your entire existence for her. You knew that your wounds were way too deep to be forgotten, you knew that the scars that would come from them would be ugly and impossible to ignore. You knew that it wouldn’t be fast and easy to overcome your fears and all the disgusting memories she dug into your soul.

But even so, you decided not to cry.

She had taken enough from you.

When her skeleton was visible, you turned your back to the pyre.

Richter was leaning on Annette for support, his arm resting over her shoulders while she hugged him from the side. You approached them hesitantly.

Annette still looked worried.

“How are you feeling?” She asked.

You looked down at your bloody sleeve.

“Disgusting. I need a bath.” Finally, you lifted your gaze again. “A friend of mine can help us out.”

You quickly found out why the other two boys didn’t offer their houses as well.

Henri was the son of a judge, who was apparently intimately tied to the leaderships of the Revolutionaries. His house was far from being as luxurious as the chateau in Machecoul (you figured that if Henri’s father had a house like that, he’d be next in the guillotine line), but it was still bigger and more comfortable than the average home anyway, located at the heart of Paris.

Henri had offered you (and Alucard as an afterthought) a shelter… but you figured he wouldn’t mind if you brought other visitors as well.

Right?

Well, his father certainly didn’t mind. The middle-aged man thanked Alucard over a hundred times, his eyes gleaming as if he stood in front of a golden statue, babbling how he was thankful for his help. Alucard listened patiently, but you were around him for long enough to start noticing his very subtle expression changes.

You remembered his opinion about the leaders of the Revolutionaries…

Well.

The rest of the group was more than happy to have a place to stay for a while, so there wasn’t really what to argue here.

“Stay for as long as you like!” Henri’s father repeated for the hundredth time while guiding everyone inside. “We have enough bedrooms, enough food… well, perhaps not enough clothes, but I’ll figure it out in no time! Tell me whatever you need and I’ll have it ready. All I have to offer is little compared to what you did to save our nation today!”

Alucard resigned himself to offer him a nod.

Before the white-haired vampire could focus on you, you immediately accepted a maid’s offer to get upstairs and have a bath.

...You didn’t know why you were avoiding him. Not exactly. Perhaps embarrassment? You’d never been deliberately touchy with anyone like that before. Well, you weren’t in your right mind at that moment for whatever reason. Maybe you crossed a boundary? Maybe you went too far? Alucard didn’t push you away, however – but he wasn’t one to be rude anyway… at the same time, it’s not like Alucard wasn’t someone that didn’t know how to establish boundaries. The fact that he didn’t push you away had to mean something, right?

He hugged you back, in fact.

He rested his face on your shoulder and didn’t move.

You felt his hot breath on your neck and his large hand softly caressing your back.

For the second time, he held you until you fell asleep.

Your face was burning hot.

Suddenly, for unknown reasons, you felt as if you were exposed again, as if there was a crowd watching you with scrutiny even though there was no one else besides the maid in the room. You felt burning embarrassment crawl over your skin and it burnt almost as much as the strange magic of the scepter. For the first time in your life, you dismissed a maid’s offer to help you bathe and decided to do it yourself.

And then you were alone in the bedroom, but you still felt strange and exposed and oh heavens you were disgusting. Sweaty, dried blood covered your skin. You got rid of those layers of clothes and sat inside the wooden bathtub – it was smaller than what you were used to, the water wasn’t as warm, there weren’t bath salts, only a bar of soap.

Erzsebet chose the bath salts you’d bathe in. She liked flowery fragrances.

And then you remembered that you still smelled of her, that her disgustingly sweet smell was mixed with the smell of blood and sweat, and then you were scrubbing yourself with the sponge and soap vehemently.

You scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed, watching the foam spread over your skin. You scrubbed your arms and chest and legs and stomach and feet. But the smell wouldn’t go away, so you scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. You scrubbed until your skin started to hurt. That pain made you remember the sight of Erzsebet burning in the pyre, the sight of her skin boiling and melting from her bones – which, for some reason, made you scrub harder. You weren’t planning to, but you ended up untying your hair and washing it too, scratching your scalp with soap in frenetic movements because that bad smell was probably in your hair, too.

You scrubbed your own body until you were tired, until the water became actually cold, until your arms hurt from the repetitive movements. You stood inside the tub with water on your knees, the naked upper part of your body shaking in cold, and watched as blood dripped from the scratches you had inflicted on your own thighs. Perhaps… perhaps too much scrubbing. How did that even happen?

You sniffed your hair. Your skin. It didn’t smell of flowers anymore.

Just soap.

So you finally got out of the tub and wrapped yourself in a towel.

When the maid entered the bedroom with a fresh change of clothes, you avoided eye contact with her. She explained that the dress was Henri’s sister’s and perhaps it wouldn’t fit, but she already had a box of threads and needles to make adjustments. It wasn’t an intricate ball gown, but it wasn’t a simple dress either. It had cream and light green tones with pink flowers peppered around the corset and skirt. The dress was light and comfortable. It didn’t require many adjustments.

The maid offered herself to brush and style your hair, to which you politely declined. She probably wouldn’t be aggressive the way you were used to, but… no. Not right now.

When the maid left, you sat in front of the dressing table… and stayed there for a while. Disheveled damp hair fell over your shoulders. It was probably wetting the back of the dress. You didn’t care.

You stared at your own reflection for the first time in days.

The morning Alucard appeared in your life, you were doing just that – watching your reflection. Scrutinizing yourself. You didn’t look different. But, at the same time, there was something different about you – and you couldn’t tell exactly what.

You still had no past or family or name… but you weren’t just a bird in a cage anymore either, nor a lamb obediently walking to its slaughter night after night.

You were free.

It was scary.

What were you going to do from now on? You were actually alone. You owned nothing, and it was pretty clear that in order to survive in this world, you’d need some gold or coins or… whatever the currency was. You couldn’t assume Henri would let you live under his shelter forever and you weren’t innocent enough to not understand what it meant to stay.

You were nobody.

The others? They accepted you because you were a link to Erzsebet’s powers, an upper hand. Now their enemies were dead. They had no responsibility over you… you shouldn’t assume that they would take care of you like you were a child.

As humiliating as it might be, you felt like a child.

What would be your place in this world? Was something expected of you? Would they expect you to get married and have children? Should you find some sort of work? Should you perform some sort of role?

The reflection in the mirror frowned back at you slowly.

A… role?

...

You learned that your blood was valuable to her.

...

“But I am no vampire.”

“No. However, you heal like one. And Erzsebet drank from your blood for a long time, apparently.”

Annette looked at Alucard. “Do you think this was also somehow empowering her?”

The vampire took some moments to answer. “Maybe. We can’t be sure.”

…

That creature doesn’t look like a creature anymore… its cheeks are not hollow, its limbs are no longer disproportional, body fat and muscles are visible again.

It is indeed a woman, not a thing.

…

It took you a long time to realize that there was someone knocking on the door. You got up in a jump and rushed towards it with your thoughts rushing faster than the currents of a river.

It was Henri. He had also taken a proper bath, changed his clothes, and blushed furiously when his eyes fell on your figure. Maybe because your hair was damp and not presentable? Not very lady-like. Perhaps inappropriate. But you didn’t care, the same way you didn’t really pay attention to anything he was saying; his words seemed muffled and distant within the cacophony of your own thoughts.

The bandages on his left shoulder were peeking from under his blouse.

“Henri, would you do something for me?” you interrupted whatever he was babbling before. “But you have to trust me.”

His eyes widened. “O-Of course! Anything for you, Mademoiselle.”

You opened the door wide and stepped aside, pointing towards the bed. “Please, have a seat.”

His face got even redder, if that was possible.

“B-B-But Mademoiselle– it would be inappropriate to enter your room like that, when we’re alone–“

“Please.”

“Of course!”

He rushed in awkwardly as if that wasn’t his own house. You didn’t bother to close the door again – if the idea of being alone with you made him so uncomfortable, it was best to leave it open. Henri sat on the edge of the bed while blinking rapidly for some reason. His breathing also looked irregular. Was he feeling unwell?

“Can you show me your wound?” You asked. Henri widened his eyes again.

“Mademoiselle… hm…”

“Trust me.” You were running impatient.

Henri hesitated, but ended up taking off his coat and pushing his blouse to expose the bandages. You turned around to take something from the dressing table. When you turned around holding a pair of scissors, Henri got pale.

He was a bit of a chameleon.

Henri was about to protest again, but the look you sent him made him gulp and go quiet. You stood in front of him to carefully cut the bandages away and expose the gashes on his shoulder. They were properly cleaned and stitched up, but even so you could still see how horribly that vampire hurt him. If Henri’s head was centimeters closer to the vampire’s claws… he wouldn’t be here right now to change colors anymore.

Henri gasped when you brought the blade of the scissors and cut your own palm.

“Mademoiselle–!”

“Shh.”

He swallowed his words.

You hoped to be right. That had to work.

Carefully, you pressed your bleeding palm over his wounds.

Henri hissed. Your hand moved slowly to spread the blood over the entire surface of the gashes. The sight was unpleasant, to say the least… but it was less disgusting than making him drink your blood.

Please, work. Please, work.

Nothing changed at first.

But then, Henri gasped – and you gasped, too.

Your palm pressed over his wounds – your blood started to glow faintly. It took a strange golden color, as if it became melted gold.

Both of you watched in awe as Henri’s wounds started to heal right in front of your eyes.

He seemed out of breath. He frowned and hissed and you knew he was probably hurting because you knew that feeling. You stood upright and stepped away from him in slight shock.

The threads that were used to stitch the gashes fell over his lap.

Henri touched his own shoulder hesitantly. He pressed his fingers over it, massaged it. There was no sign that it was previously hurt… not even a scar.

You learned that your blood was valuable to her.

Why keep you around? Why keep you locked with guards holding you at all times? Why drag you along anywhere she went?

That was the answer to one of the questions that plagued your existence.

Henri was healed.

Finally, he rose his amazed eyes towards you.

“Miss Ruby… h-how did…?”

Then, he looked at something behind you and got pale again.

You turned around.

Alucard stood by the door, watching the scene with an astonished expression.

You locked eyes. With that simple gaze, you saw that he understood the situation completely.

One piece of the puzzle that hid your mysterious past was solved.

“...Why is he talking funny?” You whispered in Annette’s ear.

She quirked one eyebrow up and looked towards Juste, who stood not far from where you were sitting.

A smirk crept up her lips. “He’s drunk.”

Juste Belmont, Richter’s grandfather who you only saw briefly at his destroyed cottage, swayed slightly as if he stood on water, though the ground at the sides of the Seinne were clearly cobblestones. His eyes were half lidded, his speech slower and a bit difficult to understand. He held a wooden cup full of beer and talked to some unknown men who seemed to be in a similar state as him.

At your obvious confusion, Annette frowned. “Have you never been drunk?”

“I don’t know what that is, I’m afraid.”

Annette looked more confused than you. She eyed the bottle of the (not very good) wine you’d been sharing for the past hour or so. “Well, I’m surprised… given how much you’ve been drinking. You don’t feel anything strange at all? A certain dizziness? A sudden happiness?”

You put your hand over your own stomach and frowned. “No. Was I supposed to?”

She rested her face on her palm. “A normal person would be supposed to… but I guess your healing ability doesn’t even let you get drunk.” A small chuckle went past her lips. “It’s what happens when someone drinks too much of an alcoholic beverage. They lose their senses, get dizzy, sometimes end up saying or doing things they wouldn’t do when they’re sane…”

“Oh.” Funnily enough, you knew how that felt – but it didn’t have anything to do with alcohol… just extreme levels of “sun magic”, apparently. “I didn’t know wine has alcohol. It doesn’t feel much different than juice to me.” You quirked one eyebrow up. “Does juice have alcohol?”

“No. Hopefully no.” She shook her head. It seemed that Annette thought your confusion over some things amused her, much like Alucard. She looked ahead again. “Getting drunk is not always bad, you know. Sometimes it helps you lift your spirits.”

You looked ahead too, back to where Juste and his new friends laughed at the top of their lungs at something you didn’t hear, and silently wished you could get drunk if it’d make you laugh like that.

It was… strange, to say the least, how the night in Paris was so lively. Streets were crowded and well lit, laughter and music filled the air as citizens celebrated. Men, women, young or old – the entire city decided to go outside and have a huge party. It didn’t even seem that a literal war broke out only a few hours ago. Most of the rubble hadn’t even been collected.

It was like no one cared. Which, in your opinion, was a bit heartless, given how many lives were lost. But it seems they were just happy that the person who threatened their freedom was dead.

Well. You should be happy too. More than anyone.

Why weren’t you celebrating with them?

You craved freedom for as long as you could remember. More than that… you craved relief. But turns out, deep down, you never thought that day would actually come, and now that it did, you just didn’t know how to react. So your body and feelings just decided to freeze in this strange state.

The others seemed happy – well, maybe except for Maria, the blonde girl in pink. She talked a bit with Annette and Juste, but resigned herself to be quiet most of the time with perpetual melancholy over her features. From what you knew, Maria had lost her mother the day you met Alucard, so her actions were understandable.

Richter bounced back between talking to Juste and Annette. The black haired girl still seemed a bit apprehensive about something, but other than that, she was much more relaxed than what you’d known of her. And Alucard… he was somewhere. He left the house with everyone, but quickly got caught up in conversation with some generals you’d seen before.

So there you were. Sitting on a bench with Annette by your side, watching Paris celebrate the death of the Vampire Messiah, while you felt that you couldn’t even move.

It was overwhelming. And a bit uncomfortable.

Turns out you hadn’t really gotten used to crowds… it seems it’s not something that would change over just a few days. Many men you met the day before came to greet you with wide smiles in their faces (now that Annette had explained, you figured most of them were probably drunk too). Of course, you were happy anytime you recognized a face – one more soldier that hadn’t fallen. But at at some point… you didn’t want to talk anymore, or force smiles, or try to pay attention to whatever they were trying to say.

So you decided to sit with Annette for a while in this somehow hidden spot. It seemed she didn’t want to mix with the people as well. You wondered if it had anything to do with what Alucard explained about her past and her homeland…

Which made you remember something else – something you’d been hesitating to ask.

You straightened your back and cleaned your throat. “Hm, Annette… can I ask you something?” She looked at you and nodded. “Do you remember what you said or did while… well… while Sekhmet possessed you?”

She narrowed her eyes and looked down, touching her temples with her fingertips. “Not exactly. I remember what happened while I was in the spirit world… but even these memories are a bit vague in some parts. Like the memories of a dream.” She rested her hand back over her lap. “It’s always like that when I wander there.”

“So you weren’t really here while Sekhmet had your body?” Annette shook her head. Your shoulders dropped in disappointment. “Oh. I understand.”

She tilted her head. “Why you ask?”

“Sekhmet said something strange about me.” You avoided her eyes. Although they shared the same face, Annette had nothing to do with Sekhmet and the feral glare she sent you at that moment. “She said I should not be close to her.”

“What? Why?”

“She didn’t explain. That’s why I hoped maybe you’d have a hint… since you shared a body.”

Annette held her chin in a pensive expression. “...I have no idea, I’m sorry. But if I remember something relevant from when I was in the spirit world, I’ll tell you right away.”

You thanked her quietly and looked ahead again. You couldn’t blame her. Annette had asked how that flash of sunlight happened, how the scepter worked – and similarly to her, you had no answers.

Richter was, once again, approaching with a smile on his face. Perhaps that was the little push you needed to move. Whenever he came around, you felt that you were… interrupting. It wasn’t the first time you felt like that around them, but the situation became a little bit more intense. Maybe you really were interrupting, maybe they wanted some time for themselves but didn’t want to be rude.

So you finally decided to get up.

“I’m tired... I’ll head back now.”

Annette seemed a bit worried. “Do you want me to walk back with you?”

Again, you couldn’t blame her for being worried, not after all she had seen of you – acting like a frightened little mouse all the time. You shook your head and managed to open a small (fake) smile. “No, thank you. The house is just two streets away… I promise to not get lost.”

Annette hesitated… but it seems she understood you wanted to be left alone.

“Okay. Take care.”

You nodded and turned around, not waiting to greet Richter. It also made you feel a bit like that frightened little mouse again, but there was another reason why you felt confident enough to walk these two streets alone. The red string around your right wrist. You decided to keep it there, the same way you decided to take the red disk – scepter – with you wherever you went. The idea of it being taken from you was enough to keep you on your toes at all times.

You walked past couples, families, friends, children – talking, drinking, dancing, running around. You wished you wouldn’t feel this disconnected from their reality. No… it was a bit more complicated than that. You wished you had a family, a real past, more good memories than bad ones. Perhaps if you had these things… you wouldn’t feel so distant or lost or empty.

As much as you’d been avoiding to sleep, you assumed that sleeping right now would ease your feelings a bit.

That was when something very subtle tingled on your wrist.

You looked down in time to see the red string untying itself and falling.

Frowning, you crouched and took it from the floor again. Had you accidentally brushed on someone–?

If anything happens, anything at all, untie this string. Mine will untie, too, and I will rush to you.

Your eyes widened.

You looked around frantically.

Finally – you found him.

Alucard stood alone on one of the many bridges over the Seinne not very far from where you were. He was difficult to find at first, but as soon as your eyes locked on him, everyone else became blurred. He leaned both forearms over the stone railing in a relaxed position; his face held the serenity you were already used to. It’s like he was deep in thought. The soft night breeze played with his white hair. He looked down at the river.

His red string swayed with the wind, too. Untied. He held it between his fingers.

Your heart stopped beating for a second.

You stood there, unable to move, as if your body finally remembered how to feel something, how to not be distant. You gulped, gripped the sun disk a little tighter.

Mine will untie, too, and I will rush to you.

Alucard noticed you were avoiding him. Well, it was quite impossible not to notice. He didn’t make any attempts to approach you (you quite literally ran away from him earlier after the new discovery about your blood). But that… that was a very clear message.

A quiet invitation.

So you took a deep breath, trying to calm your stupid racing heart. Why were you scared? That was Alucard. You knew Alucard. He was never mean to you, never made you feel bad intentionally. You had faced a city full of vampires earlier that day… talking to him was nothing compared to that.

To be truly freed is to not be afraid.

You walked towards him.

You didn’t rush. You held the disk tightly, keeping it close to your stomach, the red string tangled around your palm. It seemed that your heart thundered louder on your ears with every step. It was like the world got blurrier and blurrier except for him.

After what seemed like an eternity, you stood by his side.

Two steps away. You looked down at the river, too.

Silence.

You weren’t brave enough to look at him. Alucard didn’t move, didn’t say anything. But… just like before, his quiet serenity enveloped you, made the celebration noises a bit distant.

It didn’t calm your raging heart this time.

It took you a while to understand that Alucard was waiting for you to speak up first. But he called me here. Doesn’t he have anything to say? Why should I be the one to speak first?!

To be truly freed is to not be afraid.

You gulped.

“I…” Your voice cracked a bit. You felt the urge to jump in the river and drown. “I don’t know how they have the energy to celebrate. It… doesn’t feel appropriate.”

Alucard sighed.

“The grieving families for sure aren’t out here.” Goosebumps roamed your skin when his calm husky voice reached your ears. “France is far from reaching real peace in the next few years… let them celebrate for now.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes glued to the river down there. It reflected the golden lights of the lanterns on the margins beautifully.

Come on, don’t be scared. Don’t be embarrassed. Come on. Come on. Come on.

You took what you had kept inside the sleeve of your dress hesitantly.

“A-Actually, I… I wanted to give you this.”

You turned to Alucard for the first time. He was already looking at you.

He looked down at the carefully folded handkerchief you offered him with both hands.

His expressions changed subtly. At first, confusion; then, surprise.

Then… a small smile.

You cleared your throat. “G-Give it back, actually. Since I ruined yours… I don’t know if it’s the same fabric, but it looks similar to the one you had.”

Alucard chuckled and took the handkerchief with care. When his fingers brushed yours, you felt more goosebumps.

“There was no need… but thank you. It is very thoughtful.”

You managed to smile, but turned to the river again before your face started burning.

With the corner of your eyes, you saw him put the handkerchief inside his coat and lean over the railing again. He was not wearing his cape. There was something different about him… perhaps because immediate danger wasn’t lurking anymore, Alucard felt comfortable enough to actually relax, and it reflected on his body and face.

You taped your pointer finger over the sun disk nervously. “How’s your wound?” You blurted out, desperate to not fall in an awkward silence.

Alucard instinctively touched his left shoulder. “Healed.” He looked at you again. “What about you?”

Oh fuck. He was addressing the elephant in the room – your strange state that made you weirder and braver than usual. Please do not mention the hug. Please please please please.

Once more, you avoided his gaze. “...Back to normal, I believe.” I hope is what you wanted to say, but perhaps it would’ve been a little rude.

“Do you have any idea of why that happened to you?”

You tightened your lips and frowned a bit.

You will burn from inside out.

It’s what the unknown female voice told you.

“I believe… I was doing something wrong at first.” You started hesitantly. “The magic. I was conjuring it in an incorrect way. I think my mistake harmed me. Burning me from inside out.”

Alucard hummed and held his chin.

“So it backfires. Magic so powerful should have its side effects.” Alucard seemed hesitant. “If it harms you… you should consider not doing it unless absolutely necessary.”

“No! It was just at first. I… figured it out later.” The thought made you tighten your grip around the sun disk by instinct. “Though, to be honest, I feel that that specific ritual shouldn’t be used in excess.”

Alucard’s eyes followed your grip. He quirked one eyebrow up slightly.

“I was meaning to ask you about this, too.” You handed him the sun disk right away, to which he took and raised to his eye level. “So the staff retracts. How did you figure it out?”

You shrugged. “It just felt right.”

Alucard grinned while handing it back to you. “It seems you’re remembering a lot of things.”

“...I’m not sure. It’s like I told you before… knowledge. Not memories.”

The white-haired vampire leaned on the railing again and looked into the distance. His expression got a bit more serious.

“I was thinking of what you told me. It reminded me of something.” Alucard seemed to hesitate. “...My parents were doctors. Both of them. My father, specifically, had a bit of a fascination for the mysteries of the human brain. He dedicated many studies and experiments to it. Wrote entire books.” Whenever Alucard mentioned anything about his father, it was like nothing else in the world mattered. You were completely focused. “From his many theses… he got to the conclusion that memories and abilities are stored in different areas of the brain. That could be why when someone suffers from memory loss, they still know how to speak, read, write… they know how to function.”

Your eyes widened at each word that left his mouth. “...Just like me.” Alucard nodded. You instinctively touched your own head. “So maybe this part of my brain is damaged?”

“Could be.”

“But why isn’t it healing back?”

Alucard hesitated.

“I believe we’ll figure it out soon.” You wanted to ask what the hell he meant by that, but Alucard decided to change topics drastically. “Talking about healing… did you tell anyone about what happened?”

Oh.

The absolute shocking news you discovered earlier that day, but that seemed pale at that moment in comparison with your nervousness to speak with him.

“No.” You shook your head. “But I was thinking… Richter’s burns are pretty bad. Maybe I could help him… or maybe if I knew where Mizrak is, I could save him...”

“Ruby.”

He put his hand over your shoulder – which made you swallow your words.

Quiet worry coated his features.

“I understand you want to help. But you should also understand that the properties of your blood are extremely rare and extremely valuable. It will put a target on your head again. So… the less people know about it, the better.” He dropped his hand from your shoulder. “Also… if in order to heal someone you end up getting hurt, I don’t see why you should do it.”

“But I always–“

“I know.” He interrupted you softly. “I know you do. That doesn’t mean you should hurt yourself willingly.” Alucard pressed his lips. “...Blood is life, Ruby. Don’t give your life away so easily.”

You sighed heavily and crossed your arms. “I guess you’re right. Henri knows about it, though.”

“He won’t tell anyone.” Alucard sounded way too certain about that.

It was your turn to lean on the stone railing, You looked down at the river. The pacific sound of the non-stopping flowing waters muffled the other noises – uncountable voices and music. You wondered if Alucard attracted you here on purpose… a place where you could focus on a single calming sound.

And perhaps that calmness gave you courage to ask the question you wanted to ask the most.

“What are you going to do now, Alucard?” Your voice was hesitant. Fragile, even… “Erzsebet and Drolta are dead. Your five year mission is over…”

Of course, you knew he and the others had no responsibility over you. You were well aware. And yet, the simple thought of being left alone frightened you. The idea that Alucard would wake up tomorrow and simply go away, and the others would go back to Machecoul, and Annette would cross the ocean back to Saint-Domingue… all of that was frightening.

You wanted to be free, not alone.

And the thought that you might never see Alucard again was even more frightening.

Should you have been attached to him so easily after just a few days? Was that correct or normal? You had no idea. What you knew was that Alucard was the first person to offer kindness and protection and understanding, and you didn’t want him out of your life so soon.

But that was not up to you.

So all you could do was ask.

Alucard leaned on the railing too. He was closer this time. Just one step away, not two.

“I think I should be making this question.” He said softly. “What are you going to do now that you’re free?”

A dry, humorless chuckle escaped past your lips. That wasn’t funny, however.

“I don’t have a family. Or a past, or a name. I don’t know where I came from or where should I go next. I don’t know why my blood heals, why I can read this language, where did this scepter come from… I don’t know anything.” You hated how fragile and bitter your voice sounded, but that couldn’t be helped. “...Is this even freedom at all?”

Alucard kept silent for long, respectful moments.

Then, he sighed deeply.

“There is only one place in the world where we could decode this language.” He pointed towards the sun disk.

You looked at him with a frown.

“There is only one place in the world where we might find out why you heal… and where does your strange magic comes from.”

Expectation bubbled within your chest.

“What place is it?”

Alucard closed his eyes for a moment. It was just a glimpse, but you had the impression that he didn’t really like what he was about to say.

But then, he opened his eyes to look at you – and his golden irises had nothing but kindness and quiet care, and the lanterns cast a soft glow over his features and white hair, and truly – he was so beautiful that it was almost painful to look at.

“My home.” He tilted his head to the sides. “...What used to be my home, at least.” Alucard straightened his back. “I’m making you an invitation, Ruby.”

Your heart raced. Your mouth got dry. Your eyes widened slowly.

“Do you want to… help me?” You, for some reason, sounded amazed. Why is it? Has anyone been more willing to help you than Alucard?

Alucard smiled and nodded – and, at that moment, with that simple motion, he seemed to ease all the worries of your soul.

“I do. I will. Let’s find out who you really are, Ruby.” Alucard rested his hand over yours… and once again, it didn’t burn.

It warmed.

“Let’s go to Dracula’s castle.”

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Mirrors

Logan x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Imagine: You’ve never liked the way you look in mirrors but Logan does and he takes it upon himself to show you just how much he likes your curves. 

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: some swearing, smut ensues ;)

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Today was just a bad day for you. You weren't feeling nearly half as confident as usual, finding and picking out more and more flaws with yourself as the day went on. Nobody had said anything to you but it didn’t stop your mind from wandering into it’s own dark spiral of self-loathing. It had started after you were getting dressed in the morning, choosing a tank top and a loose, flowing maxi skirt to try to combat the warmer summer days coming in. You’d seen your reflection as you passed your mirror to leave your room for the day and you caught sight of the stretch marks on your arms. To anyone just passing by, they weren’t very noticeable, but you knew they were there and your brain was telling you that they were incredibly obvious and were standing out. 

Had you not been running a little behind, you would’ve opted to change your outfit into something with sleeves to comfort yourself but alas, you didn’t have time and just had to make do with what you originally chose. After your first class of the day teaching mathematics, you had a small break between your next lesson which had you going for a little walk in the gardens. Lots of children were running around and playing together, making you laugh and smile along with them. You’d walked by Storm and her class outside sitting on the grass. Storm was stood in front of a large whiteboard she’d no doubt wheeled outside to enjoy the nice weather. Your eyes took in her outfit which was incredibly similar to your own. You couldn’t help but notice the way her skirt didn’t curve out over a stomach she didn’t have, it didn’t show off her hip dips and she had it riding low enough her bellybutton was on show. With a quick glance down, you suddenly felt rather exposed, which was a little silly considering you were almost completely covered up. Your loose skirt suddenly felt very tight, like it was pulling at your curves to show everyone just how much bigger you were than other women.

The desire to run away and hide yourself was suddenly overwhelming. Before you could leave unnoticed, Storm had spotted you as she was turning back to face her class, giving you a friendly smile and a small wave, unknowingly encouraging her students to do the same. You forced a smile and gave a small wave back before making quick work of turning around and hurrying back inside but not too quickly as you didn’t want any more eyes on you than you had already. 

You spent the rest of your day inside, not wanting to leave the safety of your classroom, despite having a few more little breaks between classes. Thankfully, it was the end of your last class of the day and you would be able to return to the sanctuary of your bedroom soon enough. You had to force yourself to wait until the last student left the room before hightailing it straight to your room. As you walked, you became more and more aware of the feeling of your own body. You grew more conscious of the way your thighs were rubbing together, the way you could see your stomach squishing against itself as you walked up the stairs, the way your arms jiggled ever so slightly as they swung by your side. It was all becoming too much for you and you had to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down once you were finally in your own room, leaning against your closed door. 

Not wasting another moment, you shredded your clothes off, leaving you in your bra and panties, standing in front of your mirror, looking at yourself with disdain and sadness in your eyes. You scoffed at your reflection and placed your hands at your stomach, trying to smooth the skin out as though it was clay you could sculpt into your desired shape. You turned to your side and tried to suck in your belly but it didn’t make much of a difference. You thought about Storm and how perfect she looked in her similar outfit today. You thought of Jean and how naturally gorgeous she was as well. Hell, most of the kids were in better shape than you, but you knew it was ridiculous to compare yourself to a child. 

Just as your eyes were beginning to fill up with tears, you heard a knock at the door, “Babe, you in here?” Logan’s gruff voice filled the silence of the room. Your eyes widened, shit, you didn’t want him to see you like this. You had been dating for the past couple months but you two hadn’t been intimate or anything yet. Not for his lack of wanting, it was you who kept finding excuses not to let him see you like that. Your mind just kept trying to convince you his feelings weren’t real, that there was no way a guy as hot as Logan was really interested in you. But he was and he wasn’t going to let your own self-doubts push him away. 

Realising you hadn’t answered him yet, you spluttered out, “Uh, y-yeah gimme a sec, I’m just changing!” You cursed under your breath as your voice shook, a clear indicator of your sadness. “(Y/N)? You okay?” You made a move to grab some more clothes out of your wardrobe before you opened the door for him but Logan was much too impatient to wait. At the sound of the door clicking open, you cursed yourself for not locking the damn thing, a shrill “Wait!” left your mouth as Logan burst inside. You awkwardly stood there in your underwear, trying to cover yourself as much as possible with your arms. God, you probably looked a right mess, he definitely wouldn’t want anything to do with you now would he?

You looked down at the floor and bit your lip, waiting for him to say something, anything. Silence was all that followed and you couldn’t take it, the tension growing so thick it was hard to breathe. A glance up at Logan’s face had you swallowing at the expression on his face. He looked like a hungry bear who’d just found his next meal. You felt very self conscious the way he was looking you up and down, “Can you turn around so I can put some clothes on?” Your voice shook once more as the lump in your throat returned and you wanted nothing more than to be able to steal Kitty’s powers right now and fall right through the goddamn floor. It would be better than the unbearable silence in the room. 

Logan couldn’t help but stare at you when he saw you standing there, even trying (and failing) to cover yourself up, he thought you were absolutely gorgeous. While he had no issues with waiting until you were ready for intimacy, he was still a man and he had needs. Needs that had been neglected for too long and looking at your sinful curves were bringing them all back to the surface. It was taking everything in him to not take the three steps towards you and pull you into his arms to ravish you. He barely registered the words you said but the shaking in your voice again had his full attention. You were upset. 

His eyes locked onto yours and he was able to see the glazed look of unshed tears welling up in them. Shit. He wasn’t the best at comforting people but the way you looked so vulnerable looking at him, it felt like someone had reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. He wasted no more time in stepping closer to you, gently holding your arms and leaning his head down to look you in the eyes, “What’s wrong? Has something happened? Did I do something?” You scoffed and looked down at the floor once again, not baring the idea of looking at his face when he realised how silly you were being. 

“No, nothing like that. I’m just...feeling a little...self-conscious.” Logan raised a brow at you. Self-conscious? What were you talking about, you were so fucking sexy. Logan furrowed his brows in confusion, “Huh? You’re beautiful what are you talking about?” You scoffed out a laugh, “Yeah right, look at me. I’m huge! I don’t see why you’re even interested in me, I’m like twice the size of Storm or Jean... you could do so much better than me.” 

You saw Logan stand up straight in your peripheral vision and you gathered the courage to look him in the eyes. He was giving you an unreadable look, it was making you feel awkward. Not that you could feel anymore awkward as you were still standing in your underwear and he was very much fully clothed and not saying much about your exposed body. Logan turned you around so that you were facing your mirror and he was standing behind you. His hands came up to place your own arms by your side so he could put his hands on your waist. You tried to cover yourself back up but a rough grunt of Logan’s disapproval stopped you, and surprisingly sparked a warm feeling in your abdomen. 

You looked away from the mirror, your voice barely audible, “What are you doing?” Logan leaned down to brush his nose against your exposed neck, breathing in your scent. You always smelled like honey and pine, it was a strange combination but it was so unique and so distinctly you. He loved it. It made him think of the woods, of being in nature and it brought himself a sense of calm whenever he was around you. The feeling of his beard brushing against your sensitive skin forced a gasp from your lips, your hand reaching up to cover over his own holding you at your waist. 

“I’m showing you just how damn sexy you are, now look,” Logan gently but firmly grasped your chin and turned your head to look back towards the mirror and you had to admit you liked the way he towered over you, making you feel small for once in your life. You stubbornly shook your head, “I wouldn’t say sexy..” Logan huffed, “Yeah? Then why am I so goddamn hard just lookin’ at you baby.” His hands held a firm grip on you as he ground against you, making you feel his erection rubbing on your ass. You bit your lip as your head leaned back on Logan’s shoulder. Logan pressed kisses along your neck, “You feel that, huh? You’re so damn beautiful all I’m thinking about is pushing you down on this bed and going all night long til you can’t think of anything but my name.” 

Logan’s deep voice, the dirty talk, the way his hands were roaming over your soft skin. It had your thighs clenching together in a pathetic attempt to appease the ache that had grown in your core. In a sudden burst of confidence fuelled by lust, you turned around to face Logan, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “So do it then, show me how bad you want me.” The predatory grin on Logan’s face almost had you changing your mind. Almost. You couldn’t remember anyone looking at you the way he was right now. How was it that with one look he could make you feel so wanted, so beautiful, so desirable. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

You gasped as he picked you up with ease and spun the two of you around to head towards your bed. Your hands clutched onto Logan’s shoulders and in his hair, holding him close as if he would dare to let you fall. He continued to kiss and suck at your neck as he walked, not even stopping when he bent down to lay you on the bed. He crawled onto the bed with you, wedging himself between your legs. His own body covering you like a blanket, a very chiselled blanket mind you. 

Your hands came up to grab at his shirt, “Seems unfair that I’m the only one in my underwear here.” Without even a second passing, Logan leaned back just enough to take his shirt off, kicking off his shoes at the same time. He couldn’t help but enjoy the way your eyes raked over his body, but who could blame you? Logan was practically your wet dream come to life, he was handsome, muscular and with a deep voice that liked to say all the right things. You didn’t know how you got so lucky. You wasted no time placing your hands on his chest, he was always so warm and you could almost feel his muscles rippling under the skin. You chewed on your bottom lip, a replacement to satiate your desire to bite him instead. 

Logan pressed his face against your chest, his hands coming up either side to grab at your breasts, a sharp moan echoing out your throat, your mouth opening into a silent gasp as his thumbs brushed over your hardened nipples, the fabric of your bra doing nothing to stifle the sensation. Logan loved seeing you like this, laid out like a good girl for him. But it wasn’t enough, he needed to see more of you, needed to feel more of you. He wanted to have you crying out for him, wanted to make you a mess. His right hand wiggled underneath your back, hunting for your bra clasp, and popping it open with little effort. You didn’t need to be told to arch your back to help him take it off you, wanting nothing more than to feel Logan’s hands on you without anything in the way this time.

Logan skipped using his hands first, his mouth coming down to kiss and suck at your breasts. Your hands came up to tangle themselves in his hair once again, “Oh god, Logan,” “That’s it sweetheart, let me make you feel good.” You were only too aware of his hand slowly making it’s way down your curvy form, going over your hips and down between your legs to cup your pussy over your panties. You jolted a little in surprise but it quickly melted into pleasure as he pushed the thin fabric to the side to be able to slide a finger between your lower lips. Your hands gripped his hair tighter as his finger circled your clit, emitting a deep groan from him and a mumbled, “there it is,” against your chest. 

There was no shame as your spread your legs wider for him, wanting nothing more than for him to quell the rising need inside of you. “Logan,” you whined, “please.” He chuckled against your chest, swiping his tongue over your nipple to steal another moan from you. “You look so pretty like this, maybe I wanna take my time.” Your mouth opened to protest but nothing came out apart from a long moan as Logan pushed two fingers inside of you. His mouth claimed yours, taking advantage of your open mouth to enter his tongue. Your hips rocked against his fingers, hands grasping over his shoulders, down his biceps, over his back. Anything to try and pull him closer to you. Your hands came up to his jaw, holding his face as you kissed him back, his mouth swallowing all of your noises. You pulled back reluctantly to take a breath of air, filling your lungs and letting out another moan as he slid another finger in your drenched pussy. 

“So fucking tight, wonder how you’re gonna feel wrapped around my cock.” His words only made you wetter and your face flushed a bright red as you knew he could feel it, the wet sounds filling the silence in the room. “You like it when I talk dirty to you don’t you baby, you want it so bad.” “Oh fuck yes, Logan please! I need you.” That was enough to break Logan’s patience. He was desperate for you as well, he was just a lot better at composing himself. Not that he wanted you to hold back, no he loved how responsive you were to him. 

In a speed that would make Peter proud, he shed off his trousers and boxers, as well as your panties before getting back on his knees between your legs. Your chest heaved and your face was flushed as you looked down at his hand stroking himself. You felt like drooling he was so sexy, you wished you had an eidetic memory because this was an image you never wanted to forget. You felt the head of his cock rub over your pussy, soaking itself in your juices before lining up. Your eyes closed as he started to push forward but he quickly stopped. His left hand came up to grab your face, making you open your eyes, “I want to see you when you take it,” God this man would be the death of you. It felt like everything he said had you on the edge of orgasm. You locked eyes with him despite feeling a little self conscious with how intensely he was looking at you but all the negative thoughts flew away as he slowly pushed inside. It was a struggle not to close your eyes, your face contorting into an expression of pure pleasure as he filled you. Logan let out a deep moan of his own, “So fucking tight, knew you’d feel so good, like you were made for me.” 

You couldn’t help throwing your head back, your back arching as he bottomed out. You had never felt this full before, none of your past lovers had even come close to making you feel like this and Logan had barely started. He leaned down over you, taking your hands in his and pressing them into the bed on each side of your head. “That feel good huh? You like being stretched out on my cock don’t ya.” You tried to respond but all you could manage was a strangled moan as he started to move his hips at a torturously slow place. “F-fuck,” was the most you could manage to say but that was still too much for Logan’s liking, it was obvious he hadn’t turned your brain into mush yet. 

Intertwining his fingers with your own and curling around your hands gave him enough balance to start moving his hips faster, forcing a loud moan out of you. You tried to be quiet but it was hard when each thrust made you want to scream. “Come on baby, I know you can take it, yeah that’s it, that’s my good girl.” God, you weren’t sure you could handle much more, your whole body felt like it was on fire. Your back was arched up against Logan’s chest, writhing underneath him, your hands clenched tight around his own. You were desperate for him. You wanted more. You needed more. You didn’t think you would ever have enough of him. You tried to say something back, wanting to tease him the same as he was doing to you but all you could do was choke out a sob as you reached closer and closer towards your climax. 

Logan knew you were close, he could hear your heart rate getting faster. He heard the way your breath was stalling as you were trying to focus on the sensation of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you. He felt the grip on his hands tighten to the point your knuckles were turning white. He had to hold back his own moans as he looked down at you, you were so fucking sexy like this. His eyes didn’t leave your face for a moment, speeding up his movements until you locked your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper inside as you cried out. He shuddered in pleasure, feeling your walls squeezing him just that little bit too tight. You were so perfect, he knew he’d have trouble staying away from you from his first glance in your direction. Your chest heaved as you panted, trying to catch your breath after such an intense orgasm. 

Logan slowly started to move again, a small grin twisting onto his lips as you moaned, the sensitivity starting to settle in. Your eyes fluttered open at him, “Oh, my, god, that was amazing Logan.” You managed to get out between breaths, “I believe you think I’m sexy now,” you gave him a small laugh as you wriggled your hands out from underneath his to wipe your hair away from your sweat-drenched forehead. You placed your hand on the back of Logan’s neck, pulling him down to you to kiss him. He was only too eager to oblige to your wordless request, easily dominating the kiss and leaving you gasping for air once more. “Good, but I’m not finished showing you yet sweetheart, like I said, I don’t wanna stop til you can’t think of anything but my name. And you’re doing an awful lot of talking bub.” Your eyes widened and you yelped as Logan made quick work of flipping you over onto your knees, your chest pressed into the bed as he re-entered you. 

He made good on his word and the two of you didn’t stop until the early hours of the morning just before the sun started to rise. Both of you slept naked in each other’s embrace, your head resting on Logan’s chest and you wondered if being self-conscious was such a bad thing if it meant you were gonna get fucked like that afterwards. 

[yunholic-jongholic]

Dreambound Seduction [Part 1] | OT8 Ateez x Succubus!Reader

SUMMARY | You were sent to Earth with a mission—to observe and ensnare eight men, all untouched and inexperienced. Your task was to infiltrate their dreams, seduce them, and make them yours. Though this was your first time carrying out such a mission, failure wasn’t an option. You had to ensure they craved you, surrendering themselves unknowingly, so you could feed off their energy and sustain your own existence.

PAIRINGS | OT8 Virgin!Ateez x Fem!Reader

RATING | Mature, 18+, NSFW, MDNI!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS | NSFW, Smut, Explicit Content, Hell Setting, Bar Setting, Teasing, Alcohol Consumption, Sex-Dreaming? (Idk the term?), Unprotected Sex (Don't Do It!), Possessiveness, Oral Sex (Reader Giving), Somnophilia (Not entirely...), Cursing, Creampie, Cum-Eating, Praising, Succubus AU/Hell AU, (I might be missing some)

WORD COUNT | 3.1k

AUTHORS NOTE | This is the first chapter. I will be going down the list. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho. All Ateez members are Virgin in this story. Reader uses she/her pronouns and is female and has female body parts in this story. This chapter is Hongjoong focused.

TAG LIST | @mingisleftnipple

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You were summoned to Earth by your higher authorities and given a mission—track down eight specific men, infiltrate their dreams, seduce them, and drain their souls.

Though this was your first time undertaking such a task, you had a carefully crafted plan and the confidence to make all eight fall at your feet, desperate for your touch.

Your mother, Lilith, had warned you about these men. They were all virgins, a close-knit group of friends, making them easy prey. With no experience with women, they wouldn’t suspect a thing—making this the perfect assignment for you.

"Y/N, you need to start feeding," Lilith reminded you, her voice laced with authority. "Every week, you must consume energy, or your power will weaken. And if you go too long without it… you could die. Which is something I refuse to let happen."

You nodded, taking in your mother’s words. The weight of your mission settled in, but deep down, you knew you were more than capable.

Your eyes flickered toward your first target—Hongjoong. Watching him from a distance, you studied his movements, his habits, the way he carried himself. This was your first real hunt, and despite your confidence, you knew you couldn’t just dive in recklessly.

No, you needed a plan. A strategy that would lure him in without suspicion. Something that would make him trust you, crave you, need you before he even realized what was happening.

A slow smirk curled at your lips.

It was time to begin.

Shifting into your human form, you descended onto Earth, instantly met by a biting cold breeze. Snowflakes drifted down around you, dusting the ground in a shimmering white blanket.

You exhaled sharply, watching your breath fog up in the icy air, and instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself, searching for something warmer to wear.

"Ugh, in Hell, we don’t have this freezing-ass weather!" you muttered under your breath, already loathing the chill that bit at your skin.

Closing your eyes, you focused, allowing the vision of your first target to take shape in your mind. His name was Hongjoong. You studied his features, his mannerisms, the way he carried himself. His personality intrigued you—calculated yet charismatic, confident yet holding something deeper beneath the surface.

You needed to learn more.

Following his trail, you discovered he was heading to a bar. A perfect setting. A place where temptation and desire flowed as freely as the drinks. If you played this right, he’d be the one inviting you home—unknowingly sealing his fate. With a smirk, you made your way there, ready to lure him in and feed off his essence.

Stepping into the bar, the dim lighting and low hum of music set the perfect atmosphere for your game. Your eyes immediately landed on Hongjoong—sitting alone, sipping his drink, lost in thought. Without hesitation, you made your way over, slipping onto the stool beside him, initially keeping to yourself.

You could feel his gaze flicker toward you, his curiosity already piqued. That was your cue. Turning slightly, you met his eyes with a soft, innocent smile, playing your role flawlessly.

"Hello," you greeted sweetly, letting your voice carry a gentle warmth.

Hongjoong’s lips curled into a small smile in return. That was a good sign—he was open, receptive.

You glanced down at the menu, humming thoughtfully before tilting your head toward him. “What do you usually order here? I need help with suggestions…” you asked, feigning uncertainty as you ran a finger along the menu’s pages.

It was such a simple question, yet it served its purpose. It gave him a reason to engage, to offer his opinion, to start falling into the web you were weaving.

As you and Hongjoong exchanged greetings and eased into conversation, the air between you grew more comfortable. He seemed intrigued, his attention locked on you, just as you intended.

But before you could push further, the bartender called out his name.

You watched as Hongjoong turned his head toward the bar, acknowledging the call before letting out a small sigh. “Looks like it’s my turn,” he murmured, setting down his drink.

Your curiosity piqued as he stood up, making his way toward the small stage in the corner of the bar. That’s when it clicked—he was a musician. You observed as he adjusted the mic, exchanging a few words with the bartender before grabbing a guitar.

So, that’s what he did here.

Leaning back in your seat, you smirked slightly. This was unexpected but not unwelcome. If anything, it only made things more interesting.

Watching him now, seeing the way he carried himself under the dim stage lights, you realized something—this was going to be even easier than you thought.

As Hongjoong played his set, your mind raced with possibilities. This was your first real mission, yet strangely, it felt like second nature—like you had done this before in another life. You weighed your options carefully, considering the best way to lead him deeper into your trap without raising suspicion.

Still, you played along perfectly, clapping and cheering after every song, making sure he knew your eyes were only on him. You didn’t have to fake your admiration—his talent was undeniable, and the way he lost himself in the music only made him more vulnerable to your influence.

Between songs, you caught his gaze, and every time, he smiled at you—small, bashful, but undeniably pleased by your attention.

Good. He was already seeking your approval.

Leaning forward slightly, you rested your chin on your hand, letting your expression soften, as if you were completely enamored.

By the end of his set, you knew—he was already yours. He just didn’t realize it yet.

Hongjoong ended and packed his items, it was almost midnight. You complimented his music as he sat back down beside you.

Hongjoong’s eyes met yours, his gaze lingering for just a moment longer than before. There was a certain softness in the way he looked at you, a quiet admiration that was steadily growing.

“You’re very beautiful, by the way…” he murmured, his voice carrying just enough sincerity to make it clear that he meant every word.

You let your lips curl into a soft, bashful smile, lowering your gaze slightly as if flustered. “Thank you,” you replied sweetly, pretending to be shy, though deep down, you were reveling in his attention.

Then, tilting your head, you let your voice dip into something a little softer, a little more inviting. “You’re handsome yourself…” you hummed, watching for his reaction.

His breath hitched slightly, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. His reaction told you everything—you had him wrapped around your finger, and he didn’t even know it yet.

Hongjoong shifted in his seat before pulling himself up, rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to shake off an invisible weight. “I… should probably get going,” he muttered, though he sounded hesitant, almost reluctant to leave.

You sighed, pretending to be a little disappointed but not stopping him. “Of course,” you said softly, offering a small, understanding smile. Letting him walk away was part of the plan—you needed him to think he was in control when, in reality, he never had been.

Once he was out of sight, you slipped out of the bar and into a nearby alleyway. With a smirk, you allowed your human form to dissolve, your body shifting back into its true state. The cold air crackled around you as you summoned your power, teleporting yourself to a vantage point where you could watch him from the shadows.

You observed as Hongjoong moved through his nightly routine, oblivious to your presence. He changed into something more comfortable, stretched, and finally slid into bed, exhaustion settling over him.

That was your cue.

With a single thought, you willed yourself into his room, your form materializing in the darkness. The soft hum of energy surrounded you as you stood near his bedside, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Now, the real game was about to begin.

Stepping closer to his bed, you reached out, your fingertips just barely grazing Hongjoong’s forehead. The moment your touch connected, a surge of energy flowed between you, allowing you to slip seamlessly into his subconscious.

Inside his dreams, you made sure there was nothing but you. You shaped the world around him, bending it to your will—your presence intoxicating, your touch lingering, your voice a soft whisper in the air. Every sensation, every emotion, was designed to pull him deeper into desire, to make him crave you in ways he wouldn’t understand once he woke.

You withdrew your hand, watching as his body reacted. His breath grew uneven, his fingers gripping at the sheets. His face flushed, his lips parting slightly as he shifted in his sleep, clearly lost in the fantasy you had crafted for him.

A wicked smirk curled at your lips.

It was working. He was already falling under your spell, already aching for something—someone—he believed was just a dream.

And when he woke up, that longing wouldn’t fade. If anything, it would only grow stronger.

He wouldn’t be able to escape you now.

You stood there, watching intently as Hongjoong writhed in his sleep, his breathing heavy and uneven. His body responded instinctively to the dream, his hands gripping the sheets, his lips parting ever so slightly as he shifted restlessly.

Curiosity flickered within you. What exactly was he seeing? How vividly had he fallen into your crafted fantasy? You had designed it to make him crave you, to consume his thoughts and body with need—but still, you wondered what details his own mind had filled in.

A mischievous smirk tugged at your lips.

That’s when you decided—it was time to wake him.

Moving fluidly, you crawled onto the bed, hovering just above him, your face mere inches from his. The warmth of his body radiated beneath you, his scent intoxicatingly close. You could hear his heart pounding, even in his sleep.

Slowly, you leaned in, your breath ghosting against his ear as you whispered, “Wake up, Hongjoong…”

His body tensed at the sound of your voice, his eyes fluttering open. And the moment his dazed gaze met yours, you knew—he was already yours. You saw his eyes were dark and much filled with lust and arousal.

"Y/N...?" He breathed out sitting up. You smirked seeing how ready he was to be taken.

Your hands ghosted over his chest as you hovered above him, watching the way his body shivered under your touch.

Leaning down, you brushed your lips against his, slow and teasing, savoring the way his breath hitched at the contact. Then, you pressed in deeper, kissing him softly at first, letting him drown in you, letting him fall completely into your trap.

Hongjoong’s hands instinctively found their way to your waist, his touch gentle yet filled with growing desire as your lips remained locked in a heated kiss.

"You taste so sweet…" he murmured breathlessly against your lips.

A smirk tugged at yours just as you felt him bite down on your bottom lip, the sensation only fueling the fire between you.

As the heat between you intensified, clothes were slowly discarded, fabric slipping away with every movement. Hongjoong’s grip tightened, pulling you closer with a desperate need that sent a shiver down your spine.

Straddling his lap, you felt the warmth of his body press against yours, his breath hot against your skin. His lips trailed down your neck, each kiss growing more fervent until his teeth grazed your flesh, biting down just enough to leave his mark.

There was something almost possessive in the way he held you, as if he couldn’t stand the thought of you slipping away.

"Shit… I can't take this. I need you now," Hongjoong growled, his voice thick with desperation as he pinned you beneath him.

His body hovered over yours, his gaze dark and filled with raw hunger. You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, the corners of your lips curling into a knowing smirk.

Placing your hands softly against his chest, you traced slow, teasing circles over his skin, feeling the way his heart pounded beneath your fingertips.

"Then take me," you whispered, your voice smooth and inviting, luring him in even deeper.

Hongjoong immediately shoved himself deep into you, letting you slip out a lewd moan.

Hongjoong’s grip on you tightened as he pulled you closer, his body pressing firmly against yours. His breath was ragged, his movements desperate, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer.

A low groan rumbled from his chest as he pinned your wrists above your head, his fingers wrapping around them with firm possession. His eyes, dark with hunger, locked onto yours as he moved, his touch searing against your skin.

A moan escaped your lips, your body arching instinctively beneath him. You reveled in the sensation, in the way his control faltered against you. But he had yet to realize—he was never the one in control.

A sly smirk played at your lips as you flexed your strength, effortlessly slipping your wrists free from his grasp. Before he could react, your hands found their way to his shoulders, nails pressing into his skin, claiming him as yours.

Hongjoong let out a strained breath, his resolve wavering under your touch. His body trembled slightly, not from fear—but from the undeniable pull you had over him.

“You thought you were in charge?” you purred, your voice velvety smooth, laced with dominance.

His lips parted, his breath heavy, but he didn’t respond. He didn’t have to.

Both of you were breathless, bodies slick with sweat, the heat between you lingering in the air. You normally would have found the sensation uncomfortable, but Hongjoong seemed to revel in it—his fingers tracing over your damp skin, his eyes clouded with something between exhaustion and desire.

"You are so addictive…" he breathed out heavily, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself, bucking his hips deep into you.

A smirk curled at your lips as you watched him, completely spent yet still craving you. His words only confirmed what you already knew—he was falling, deeper and deeper, completely wrapped around your finger.

Leaning in, you ghosted your lips over his ear, your voice a sultry whisper. “And you’ve only had a taste.” His breath hitched as you spoke.

His lips immediately interlocked with yours, you were now moaning against his lips. It wasn't long before you finally felt his cock twitch inside you, and you smirked knowing it was time. You continued moaning as his thrusts got sloppier and more frantic.

"Y/N!" He moaned as he finally came inside, you felt the warm liquid fill inside you.

Hongjoong barely managed to pull out before his body gave out, his strength drained as he collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his body trembling slightly from exhaustion.

You, on the other hand, felt invigorated—alive. A rush of energy coursed through your veins, filling you with newfound power. This was what you craved, what you were created for.

Smirking, you sat up, tilting your head as you watched him struggle to catch his breath. His body was weak, vulnerable—just as you intended.

“Poor thing,” you cooed, running a hand down his damp chest. “You gave me exactly what I needed.”

Hongjoong tried to respond, but his words came out in a faint, breathless murmur. His body may have been spent, but his soul… oh, his soul was still so full of life, still ripe for the taking.

And you weren’t quite finished with him yet.

You needed more of him. You traced your fingers down his chest to his stomach and wrapped your fingers around his shaft tightly.

He only breathed out feeling extremely weak underneath your touch. You licked your lips as you started moved your head down and pressed your lips against his tip.

feeling the way his breath shuddered beneath your touch. His body was weak and drained.

"I know you got more in you..." you whispered finally taking his entire cock into your mouth bobbing your head up and down.

Hongjoong groaned softly, his head lolling to the side as he tried to gather himself. "I… I can't…" he breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper. His limbs felt heavy; his strength completely sapped. He couldn’t even lift himself from the bed.

You popped him out of your mouth and exhaled softly before speaking.

"Oh, love," you purred, leaning in just enough so he could feel the warmth of your breath. "You don't have to do anything… just let me take care of you." You whispered against him, before taking him back into your mouth.

It wasn't long before Hongjoong came again. This time you took it all in your mouth not leaving a single drop untouched.

You lifted your head, observing Hongjoong as his eyelids grew heavier, his body completely spent and on the verge of passing out. His breathing was slow, deep, and laced with exhaustion—the aftereffects of what you had taken from him.

A smirk curled at your lips as you leaned down one last time, brushing your fingers over his flushed cheek. “Thank you for tonight,” you whispered, your voice dripping with satisfaction.

Pressing a soft kiss against his cheek, you watched as he barely registered the touch before slipping into unconsciousness.

And with that, you pulled back, letting the shadows consume you once again. Your form faded into the darkness, leaving no trace of your presence behind—except for the lingering warmth on his skin and the aching hunger he’d feel the moment he woke up.

Hongjoong was only the first.

And you had seven more souls to claim.

As the shadows wrapped around you, you re-emerged in another secluded alleyway, your body shifting effortlessly back into your human form. The night air was still crisp, the world blissfully unaware of the power you had just absorbed.

Your lips curled into a satisfied smirk as you thought about what had just transpired. Hongjoong had been easier to claim than you expected—his desire, his vulnerability, his complete surrender. It only fueled your confidence for what was to come next.

Seonghwa.

Your next target.

But there was no need to rush. You had an entire week to plan, to set the perfect trap. Unlike Hongjoong, who had fallen easily under your spell, you suspected Seonghwa might require a different approach.

You thrived on the chase, on the careful manipulation that made them believe it was all their idea. And with Seonghwa, you already had a plan forming in your mind—one that would make his fall even sweeter.

With a final glance at the quiet city around you, you stepped forward, disappearing into the night once more. The game had only just begun.

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A/N: Sorry, this was a rushed/short chapter! I am finalizing packing and my editor wanted this done by this morning so she could edit it before going home for spring break. :)

E/N: His chest/boobs are squishy, i forgot to add that trait when describing him. sorry HJ-stans.