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clair de lune (m); part five

genre; yandere, vampire!au, reincarnation! au angst, smut

pairing; ot8/f.reader

word count: 15.5k

summary; you’ve finally gotten the chance to enter “clair de lune”, a infamous night club to see the band hiraeth. but why did you feel like their eyes only watched you?

note: this fic deals with the subject of yandere. with that being said, a lot of the things happening in this fiction will be manipulation, gaslighting, and various other techniques displayed by the characters. if you are not comfortable with that, please do not read.

please don’t reblog with harsh criticism!! not needed or wanted ♡

warnings under cut

part four | part six

chapter five:

content: suicide mentions, death mentions, injuries, blood, poisoning, gaslighting, manipulating, murder, weapons, smut.

Chapter Five:

“I can’t,” you say, trembling as his fingers wrap around you, entrapping you. Yunho’s touch disappears, the man on his knees taking quick advantage of that. He stands slowly and brushes his fingers across your cheek, hands shaking, eyes flicking between yours rapidly. Everything in your body is telling you that this is wrong, that you should run away. But the look he gives you makes you hesitate. He stops, touching the corner of your eyelid. Your eyes are moist, and you shiver under his grasp.

"How does it feel?" He asks softly.

"Like I should push you away, like, like you're going to hurt me." You admit under your breath, eyes down. He leans, meeting your avoidance.

"I won't hurt you, Peach. I won't do anything to hurt you, please know that. Do you trust me?"

He leans forward, eyes moving from yours to your lips. You clutch the chair underneath you, closing your eyes.

The words repeat in your head, but you ignore them, with as much power as you can. You tighten your hands, not allowing yourself to run. You've avoided him this whole time, but you can't anymore. Wooyoung is one of the men you used to love. Rose, used to love, despite everything. His affect isn’t lost on you. You can feel in your bones how much you care… cared, for him. It still lingers.

“Are you scared of me?”

You're ripped from your thoughts, and you open your eyes. Wooyoung is centimeters away from your lips, his breath fanning your lips. You move one of your hands away from the bed railing, touching his chest. Your fingers stretch out, feeling the smooth skin underneath them. You twist your fingers, trailing the curves of his muscle. Your mind is rejecting the small touches, but you allow yourself to overcome it, curiosity getting the best of you.

“Peach…” He breathes, chest rising and falling quickly. Your heart is still telling you to run, but you don't. Not now. Not after you're this close. You touch his Adam's apple, and he gulps. He opens his eyes, their red gaze trained on yours. You stop, shocked at the change.

Banging on the door distracts you from him for a moment, a small muffled sound compared to the man in front of you. Your eyes flick to the side, but Yunho is already gone. As if he left right after the brief touch to steady you.

“You have to stop, y/n. I can't... I can't handle being this close to you without…” His words trail off, and his hands are now on the back of your neck, playing with the small hairs. He seems stuck in its place, not daring to move.

“What are you going to do?” you ask. He sucks in a breath at your words, and you know you've gotten through to him. But something itches at the back of your mind, like someone was creeping into your mind, wanting to hear more.

“If you don't stop, I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you into your bed.”

You drop your hand from him, and he groans at the loss of contact, not moving. He lifts his free hand, touching your thigh. His hand travels up slowly, and you quiver, the warning signs in your head increasing as he moves higher. You close your thighs around his grasp, and he smirks.

“Do you want me to fuck you, y/n?” He leans close, his lips brushing against the soft skin by your neck. He trails his tongue along the curve of your neck, biting lightly. “You taste so good.”

You lean into him, his lips moving up your neck, closer to yours. He smiles against your cheek, and you feel the corner of his lips touch yours. He moves closer, their soft touch brushing against yours.

"Wooyoung!"

His head snaps around. You jump away from him, moving to the other side of the bed. Hongjoong stands there, his face brazen and cheeks flushed. He looks at the two of you, then glares at Wooyoung. Seonghwa stands just behind him, staring at you. There’s an odd look on his face, brows furrowed. But you don’t stare at him for long, his steps around Hongjoong surprising you as he enters the room.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? She was about to fucking die and you can’t let her rest for an hour?" Seonghwa steps forward, leaning down. Wooyoung shrinks under the eldest gaze, eyes on the floor. "You're supposed to make a connection with her, not nut inside of her."

"Seonghwa-"

"You lost control, Wooyoung. We could hear everything that was happening. Thank goodness I came when I did," Seonghwa turns to you, sympathy in his eyes. He touches your forehead with his, gaze on yours, "I'm sorry, for everything." Hongjoong grabs Wooyoung’s arm, pulling him out of the room. Neither of them look back, leaving you alone with Seonghwa.

He gestures to the bed, “Please rest, y/n. I promise no more disturbances for the night. And I apologize for his behavior, it’s unbecoming of him. Rest well.” he bows slightly, turning on his heel. He leaves no room for more conversation, shutting the door softly. You hear the lock turn, his steps fading down the hallway.

"Are you an idiot? Are you really that foolish?" Seonghwa says, running his fingers through his hair.

Wooyoung sits on the edge of his bed, keeping his head down. Hongjoong already left for a quick jog. None of them could recall the last time he actually did that, but nevertheless, they left him alone. San went with him, for just a precaution. Everyone knows how he gets when he's frustrated. Yunho still hasn't come out of his room, letting the others deal with the drama. It doesn’t escape Wooyoung’s mind, knowing that Yunho was there briefly before the two came. Something he’ll speak to him about later.

Yeosang sits on the other side of Wooyoung, frowning. He knows what Wooyoung did was unnecessary. Frankly, he doesn't know what's going on. Everyone seems out of whack, their normal actions forgotten once they found you.

"I'm sorry hyung, I didn't mean to-"

Seonghwa grabs Wooyoung by his shirt, pulling him forward. He widens his eyes, and the others in the room turn to Seonghwa, confused. Yeosang takes a step forward, holding up his hands.

"Let him go, hyung. They didn't kiss, they didn't get that far. Just sit down and we can think about this-"

Seonghwa’s eyes flick to Yeosang, and he steps forward again. Seonghwa’s eyes are pitch black, a sign that they need to stop him before he goes too far. Jongho stands up as well, pressing himself to Wooyoung’s side. No one wanted Hwa to get angry.

"Everyone needs to relax," a voice behind them stops everyone from speaking. They turn, seeing Hongjoong standing at the door. His hair is a mess, and he still wears the same clothing from the cabin. His eyes were bloodshot, even though they didn't need to sleep. He must have kept his eyes open that whole time, restless.

"Seonghwa, let go of him. We'll figure this out later." Hongjoong smiles at them, "We don't need anyone else dying around here."

Seonghwa’s hold slowly loosens as he’s letting go of Wooyoung. He breathes, moving away. Yeosang rests his hand on his shoulder, rubbing small circles. Hongjoong turns around and walks back out without saying anything more. Yeosang and Jongho exchange a look as Seonghwa leaves, slamming the door behind him.

Wooyoung leans down, running his hands through his hair. "I don't... I don't know what I was thinking. I can't think, Yeo. I don't know... I don't know what's going on with me."

Yeosang pulls him into his shoulder, rubbing his back. "I know, it's okay. I know." It’s getting worse. The events are almost comically mirrored, how they collapsed long ago, resulting in them ending up this way. It scares him. He thought he’s already been through Hell, losing you and being stuck in this body for hundreds of years. But with you back, things are slowly going downhill. He enjoys you, enjoys your presence, but their emotions aren’t like how they were. Everything is amplified. His eyes move across the room, noticing another standing right there. Mingi didn’t announce his presence, often doesn’t. But the way he’s staring at him, jaw clenched, eyes hardened. Enough of a threat that Yeosang looks away.

What the hell is going on?

Seonghwa kept his promise. No one entered your room, leaving your breakfast just outside your door. You weren’t imprisoned, they said that explicitly. You could leave your personal confinement anything you’d like. But the fear of exiting the room, the fear of looking Wooyoung in the eyes, unsure if he killed you in a previous life or not, scares you. And if his words ring true, one of the others did. Not knowing who exactly did it makes it difficult to pretend to care around them. Pretend to be okay.

You hold your dinner plate in your lap, eyes stuck on the journals piled on your dresser. You doubt there’s damning evidence in Rose’s old writings, but the curiosity still lingers. There’s a chance you may just be sucked into another flicker of a memory again. Or you’ll just be able to read. Either way, it sits just in front of you. Waiting for you to open.

A soft knock on the door makes you jump. You grip your plate, eyes glued to your door. It opens just a crack, fingers curling around the edge. “Sea, may I enter?” Hongjoong. Of course it’s Hongjoong.

“Why?” You ask.

“I… want to speak to you about some things. To lessen the worry that burdens your heart.”

You frown. “I’m about to sleep.”

“Then may I accompany you in your rest? If you don’t mind, nothing will happen. I and many of the others still worry that your injuries aren’t being cared for properly. I want to make sure you’re fine.”

“I’m fine.”

A low sigh escapes his lips. You’re being stubborn, but you don’t feel bad about it. It is the least that you can do. You rise, walking to the door, and slowly open it. His hands drop. You glance up at him, scarlet eyes a deeper burgundy in this light. You can see how Rose fell for them. It doesn’t seem hard at all, especially with how caring they seem to be. But she cared too much. To the point where she died. Died, still loving them. How tragic. You hold out your plate and he slowly takes it, your fingers brushing against one another’s. It’s brief, barely a touch. The shiver travels up the length of your arm, and your body trembles. He doesn’t say anything more, bowing slightly. Before he leaves, you reach for his arm, touching his skin. He stills, eyes cast down.

“A few minutes.”

“And nothing more.”

He moves into your room after placing your plate on the table just outside your room. You slowly close the door and move past him to curl yourself up into your blankets with your back facing him. He doesn’t say a word, even as he slides beneath your sheets, body pressed to the back of you. His fingers lightly drag over your forearm, barely touching you. He doesn't say much, head resting on the curve of your neck. You can feel his breath tickling your skin, warm in the frigid room.

"I was worried," he says simply. His arm slips underneath you and pull you closer to his chest. You don't… hate it. He's the only source of warmth in the home right now, and you can't help but push your body closer to him. "Can I?" His hand touches the bottom of your shirt. You don't say anything, nodding. "Sea?"

"It's fine," you breathe. He hesitates before slowly slipping his hand beneath your shirt. His fingers stretch out against your stomach, shifting you closer to him. He keeps them far away from what's between your legs and doesn't dare put them close enough to the cup of your bra. Despite the compromising position, he doesn't push you. It's the bare minimum but you appreciate it nonetheless.

"I didn't tell you he was your brother because I didn't know how to. You hated being compared to her. I want you to see that just because you're the same soul, that doesn't mean that I will treat you the same."

"You call me sea."

"That's correct."

"Did you not call her sea?"

He snickers, lips brushing against your collarbone. "She would murder me if I attempted. Rose wasn't one for nicknames, sea. And she is not my sea, you are," he says it simply. As if it's obvious, silly to even think of anything other than that. "I am the captain, and you are my mighty sea. Beautiful in your chaos. You are nothing like my Rose, y/n. I just wish for you to see that. Your souls are the same, but that's where it ends. But I would be lying if in the beginning, I expected nothing to change. I was a fool."

"And you are still a fool if you believe I'd fall for your sensual way of speaking, captain. I'm much smarter than that."

"That you are," he agrees. "Though there must be some part of you that forgives me. The sea that I know would have rather eaten glass than let me warm her bed for even a few minutes."

You purse your lips. He's right. You hate that he's right. "So your glittery words are more than just talk."

"So they are." You can feel his grin against your neck. "And I am a man of great willpower. Here I am with the love of my soul entrapped in my arms, and I have yet to devour you. Does that not mean something to you?"

"It means that you're respectful, Hongjoong."

"What a comment," he murmurs. "Because I find myself losing every ounce of respect in my bones as I'm holding you. But I will abide by your wishes, my sea. No matter how much I want to break them."

You’ve fallen for his words before, the soft lull of them making you shiver. There’s little reason to wonder how he became the leader of his crew, his family. Even now with your disdain toward him, an underlying feeling inside of you makes you believe that his words ring true. “Why does he care for me now? Rose died long ago, and we are no longer related. There’s no reason for us to be tied together.”

“You’re correct, in a sense. But just stand in his shoes for a moment. How could you stand idly by while the reincarnation of your loved one is just a breath away? Especially in the hands of the same people where she perished? Would you be able to stand still?”

“Not likely,” you admit, and he hums in agreement.

“We are no danger to you. But he is insistent that we are. So his reparation for your soul dying a lifetime ago is to save you this time. To mend his own heart. In a way it’s selfish, but admirable. He loved you so much he doesn’t want to see you suffer again, even if it is a completely different person.”

“Are your words true?”

He pauses. “As true as I know them to be.”

“What about Hanse?”

He’s quiet. “What about him?”

“You killed him. What’s going to happen now? He’s gone.” You can’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. Casually speaking of someone’s death. Though you’ve known him briefly, you didn’t feel much danger from him. Except the obvious leaving you alone with Mingi and almost letting you starve. You almost laugh at your thoughts.

How strange your life turned out.

“Subin will come after me,” Hongjoong says simply. Not us, not we. Just 'me'. “He’s been relentless for quite a while. I’m sure he won’t take the death of his friend calmly. It will be difficult to deal with, but we’ve dealt with worse.”

“Will you kill him, Hongjoong?”

“No.”

You narrow your eyes at that response. You don’t remember the rest of the conversation, your heavy lids taking over. The morning arrives in the blink of an eye. You yawn, raising your arms until you feel the familiar touch of a hand on you. He hasn’t moved from last night, breaths tickling the skin of your neck. Holding you tight against his body. You hesitate. Is he awake? His breaths are heavy, but you’re sure your stirring must have shaken him.

“I want to trust you, so desperately, Hongjoong. The yearning consumes me. I want to know that you’re not lying to me,” you keep your eyes down, feeling how his body shifts. “I want this to be real. I want it all to be real so badly.” His hands loosen against your body slightly as he lifts himself so that he’s hovering above you.

His fingers touch the bottom of your chin, slowly tilting it up. Your eyes meet his, the emotion in his is so overwhelming, so filled with care and hope that it makes you stiff. He holds himself up with one hand, steady.

“You were all I’ve ever known. I have belonged to your soul ever since I found you stowing away on my ship. When our eyes met, it was as if our souls embraced. That is why I have not given up on meeting you again. I was waiting to know you once more, to fall in love with you again. No matter how much time passes, I will always love you.”

He leans forward, and your eyes flutter. He’s barely a breath away, eyes still on yours. “I love you to the point of madness, my sea. My reckless, curious sea. And I will do anything I must to ensure that you love me to the brink of death. If that requires me to lie to you, then I will. Again and again. Until each lie tickles your skin. Until all you see when you close your eyes are us. Until you wish to become one of us, so that you may stay with your lovers for eternity. Until you love me to the point of vexatious obsession.”

His lips brush against the tip of your chin.

“So I will lie. And I will continue to lie. I will lie to the point where you question if I am saying the truth. And despite all of that, you will love me.”

You press your hand against his chest, pushing slightly. He doesn’t budge, tongue flicking against the curve of your jaw. “I do not desire anyone who lies,” you say through clenched teeth. His giggle echoes in your ear.

“Good thing I am not just anyone.”

“I won’t ever love you.”

“Oh, you will,” he moves off of you, moving to stand on the floor. “It is only a matter of time, my sea. And instead of me coming to you, you will come to me. And my sea.”

His head tilts.

“I will kill Subin. And I will enjoy it as his blood drips to the ground. As life leaves his eyes. It will be my greatest pleasure.”

"She will never want you."

"Quiet."

"You've terrified her, Hongjoong. She wouldn't dare be in the same room alone with you again, let alone touch you. Your wants will just be left as they are, only an unachievable wish. y/n does not desire you, and I doubt she ever will–"

"Have you not learned any manners?" Seonghwa interrupts the conversation, eyes still on San. Hongjoong doesn't say a word, gaze cast outside the window. "Are you so deluded as to speak to your captain this way? We've lost our love and Mingi to the other clan even if it was brief, and you're berating him at this moment? What will it achieve, San? You tell him these words as if you're in a better position."

"It's his fault," San points to Hongjoong, red eyes filled with fury. "He told Mingi to lead her away. His choice made us lose her."

Seonghwa scoffs as fingers run through his hair. "Is that it? A pitiful reason. All of our decisions led to this, not just Hongjoong's. You have as much blame as he does. Reprimanding him will do no good."

"He's right," Hongjoong says simply, sighing. He closes his eyes for a brief moment. "Though it is all our fault for underestimating Subin, it is solely mine for not protecting her as I should have. If she were turned, things may be different. Taking the slow course to it was not a bright idea," He opens his eyes again, taking in Seonghwa’s judging stare. "It's the only way to keep her safe–"

"She will hate us."

"She will learn to accept it."

"Do you hear yourself?" Seonghwa laughs dryly. "You're going through the same routine once more. We turn her against her will. She hates us. Then she dies. Her soul being reincarnated won't happen again just because we desire it. Forcing her to be one of us just so that we're content isn't reasonable."

“Then what will you like us to do? Coddle her, love her until she accepts us? Or doesn’t and wants to run away?”

“...Is that such a terrible thing?” Seonghwa murmurs, both men turning to glare at him. “We are not who we once were, Hongjoong. Things are happening in the same pattern, the way we’ve planned to avoid for centuries. We should not have flooded her apartment. We should have let her go home.”

“You are mad,” San scoffs, shaking his head. “She would have run away at the mere opportunity.”

“Would you not do the same?”

Hongjoong moves from his spot at the window and faces Seonghwa. Though the eldest has a bit of height, his legs almost buckle underneath the stare of his captain. Hongjoong cocks his head with a frown on his lips. “Are you suggesting that I keep an eye on you? Someone was poisoning those fruits, Seonghwa. And you’re not off of the list just because you feel pity for our y/n. San will accompany you when you’re with her.”

“Do you not trust me?”

Hongjoong’s lip quirks. He reaches out, index finger brushing against the outline of his jaw. “I have trusted you since I’ve met you Seonghwa. This is why I know that you will falter under her gaze. And we do not need any slip-ups. Not when we’re so close,” he turns, looking to San. “Follow him whenever he is with y/n. Watch his every move. If I find that he’s done something nefarious and you have not told me, I will not be as kind. Understood?”

San nods. Hongjoong drops his hand from Seonghwa, eyes heavy. “Now leave. I haven’t slept in days.” San steps out before Seonghwa, the door ajar. Hongjoong slowly slides into bed and throws his blanket over his body. His eyes lazily moved to Seonghwa, waving his hand. “It’s tiresome to repeat myself.”

“Why are you doing this? Just weeks ago you were insistent that we followed a different path. What changed?”

“Sejun.” Hongjoong says simply. “Him being alive makes things worse.”

“Is it because of what happened? Because of the past? He doesn’t know her now, so it does not matter—”

“Just because she doesn’t recall that he was her former lover doesn’t mean that she won’t slowly get those memories in her head. The only reason why she trusts us, even as little as she does, is because she knows that Rose once did. Him being alive puts a damper into it all.”

“She will not follow him again.”

“Neither of us know that,” Hongjoong’s tone is sharper, eyes narrowed. “She may be influenced again. If I have to be more stern so that she does not leave, then it must be done. I will make her realize that without us, she is nothing. She will come begging at my feet, desperate for me. Desperate for my protection.”

“Us.”

“Hmm?”

Seonghwa’s voice is softer now, “You will have her desperate for us. Not just you, Hongjoong.”

“That was implied. Now leave, Seonghwa. I did not lie when I said I need rest. We’ll talk more about this later.”

Seonghwa bows slightly, turning on his heel and shutting the door behind him. His palm rests against the wood, eyes on the floor.

You stare at your phone with messages to your friend unsent. Despite how many times you press the resend icon it doesn’t want to go through. You grip the device, fingers cold. Did she block you? The conversation flowed with ease weeks prior until she abruptly stopped messaging back. You assumed it was because she’s often busy; her days filled with the man she met at clair de lune rather than spending time with you. It didn’t bother you in the beginning — when you meet someone you love, the desire to spend every waking breath with them is relentless. But blocked? You looked through your last conversation over and over. Desperate. Trying to see if you somehow offended her in any of your remarks. But there’s nothing. Not even a semblance of doubt within the messages. She’s been friends with you for years, why would she just hate you suddenly?

“You have no idea what danger you’re in right now, y/n. They’re willing to do anything to have you. Have you not noticed strange things happening? Forcing you to stay with them?”

Is it possible��?

You shake your head. No. No. She’s stronger than that, more strong-willed than you. A few men threatening her wouldn’t sway her that easily. She’d at least tell you of the incident before ghosting you completely. She would.

Right?

“Your brows will stay that way if you continue to hold them that tightly.”

Your eyes move to your ajar door, Yunho resting against the doorway. His brow is cocked, glancing at how you hold the phone. In all honesty, giving him the time of day is the last thing on your mind. He’s been kind enough, but there is doubt with all. The friendliest are often not as they seem.

“Do you need something?”

He gestures his head to the outside of your room. “Family meeting?”

“Now?”

He nods. “Seems important. Hongjoong doesn’t often have these.”

You tuck your phone into your pocket and avoid his body as you enter the hallway. He touches your forearm and you jump, moving away. He stares at you for a moment, a strange look in his eyes.

“What’s going on? Is it because of Hanse? No need to worry anymore.”

“It’s not Hanse,” you say, his words still lingering. Have you grown numb to it? To death? You’re sure you haven’t, the smell from that cabin still wafts through your nose. Despite the fear of his death, there’s somehow bigger problems to worry about. One of the major ones being Hongjoong himself. You haven’t seen him much after that, only leaving your room to eat and nothing else. The looming pile of fruit in the kitchen was gone. So much for your peaches.

“I don’t trust you,” you say simply, holding your arms close. Your confidence has severely depleted, and it terrifies you. The you before would have tried your best to leave already. Probably in the very beginning, if you’re being honest with yourself. You’re just not sure why you can’t now. Even walking alongside Yunho you feel exhausted, body shivering despite the heat. Your motivation is minimal, if not non-existent. “I don’t trust most of you.”

“Why are you here then?”

You stop walking to look at him. The smile is long gone from his face, expression empty. “What?”

“You asked us to let you reside in our home because your apartment was flooded. We asked if you wanted to leave but you said you had nowhere to go. We protected you from Seungwoo in that bar, we saved you from that cabin, we pulled you away so that Sejun wouldn’t take you. When Mingi and I met you on the elevator, we told you Subin was using that little pouch to track you. We’ve done everything in our power to protect you, but you do not trust us?” He tilts his head, brows furrowed. “We’ve all risked our lives to save you countless times, y/n. What more would you like for us to do?”

You swallow, moving your gaze away from his. It’s not like you’ve asked them to do all of these things for you. But his words ring true. They’ve taken you out of more troubling situations than not. “I don’t want to talk to you about this anymore.”

“Ah,” he nods slowly. “Rose and you are more alike than you’d like to admit.”

“I am not her,” You glare. You watch as his smile lifts, lip quirking.

“That’s correct. Rose has a backbone. And I thought you did as well, but it all just seems to crumble the more that you speak.”

Your eyes widen.

“Yunho, what the hell are you doing?” A hand pulls you close to him, cold. You look up, and Mingi is glaring back at his friend. “You’re supposed to be taking her to the living room, not insulting her.” It’s odd the way he’s speaking to him. You’re very sure that their friendship is closer than most; the majority of the time when you see one, you see the other trailing close behind. So the way they’re looking at each other now makes you feel ill.

Everything around here just seems to be cascading into a pile of shit.

“She doesn’t trust us. There’s no purpose in trying to reason with her when she doesn’t even believe our words. We shouldn’t even be having this meeting at all.”

“Not your call or place, Yunho.” Mingi looks down at you. “You okay?”

Yunho laughs. “Right, it’s Hongjoong’s. Always his call.”

Mingi scoffs, “Don’t act as if we aren’t allowed to speak our mind. Hongjoong invites all of us to speak if we aren’t in agreement. Don’t paint a false narrative because you aren’t satisfied with the fact that she doesn’t trust you.”

“And do you believe she trusts you?”

His grip on you tightens, pressing you against his side. “That does not matter to me right now. I’m just keeping her safe.”

“What’s going on?” All of you turn your gazes to the one man you didn’t want to see. Hongjoong rests his hands behind his back, making his way to stand in the middle of the duo. His eyes glance over yours before landing on Yunho. “I told you to bring our girl, not start a fight with Mingi.”

Yunho opens his mouth but Hongjoong holds up a hand, giving him his back. His gaze meets Mingi’s for a moment before moving to yours. His lips lift in the familiar sneer, lids heavy as he stares at you. “You are quite the troublemaker, aren’t you?”

You say nothing. He seems to expect that, head moving up slightly to meet Mingi’s eyes. “Leave her with Wooyoung. We have much to speak about, and it seems that she does not want to cooperate tonight. We don’t have time for it, our concert starts in a couple hours.”

“I—”

“Did I ask you to speak?” His eyes narrow this time, smile gone. “As I said before, my Sea, I will not be crawling to your every whim.” He moves around Mingi, leaving the three of you alone in the hallway. Yunho says nothing as he steps around the two of you to follow.

“I’m sorry for this, y/n,” Mingi says softly. His hand squeezes your arm softl., “Please watch yourself, okay? If you ever need me, you know where my room is. Please come in anytime you’d like.” His hold on you isn’t rough at all, but the worry in his eyes makes your heart pound. Does he know something you don’t? “Do you understand, y/n? Anything, anytime. Please.”

“Yes, I understand.”

He lets out a breath, nodding. “Okay. I’ll bring you to Woo’s room, he hasn’t left it in awhile.” He walks close to you as you navigate the halls. You stand outside his room for a moment before turning to Mingi.

“Is everything okay? Why can’t I stay in my own room?”

“You’re close to the living room. Hongjoong might have something important to talk about and doesn’t want you to hear just yet. If it’s anything important, I’d tell you.” His lips rest in a small smile, knocking on Wooyoung’s door. “Even now, y/n. If you need me, just call my name out, alright?”

“Mingi—”

“I’ll see you soon, pretty,” his eyes moved to Wooyoung, sitting at his desk. “Have a good night. I’ll be back after the concert tonight.”

His hand brushes your waist, pushing you slightly into the room. He then closes the door behind him and leaves you alone with Wooyoung. The last time you were alone things turned out much more differently than you expected. Perhaps you were vulnerable? Nevertheless, you haven’t spoken to him since that abrupt exit. He doesn’t bother turning around, his pen scratching against his notebook pages. The soft sound of classical music plays. You pick at your finger as you enter, unsure if you should interrupt him in the middle of his thought process. So instead, you move to the opposite side of the room, eyes on the photo frames. Many are older than you can guess. The men are dressed in hanboks, eyes hardened even through the painting. It reminds you of when you first met them, when their gazes were wary and suspicious. Though you know them a bit better now, only a few of them still look at you that way. One in particular, San, meets your eyes in the photograph. A hand reaches over you and takes the photo off the wall. You don’t bother turning around, knowing he’s standing just behind you.

“I believe this was about a hundred or so years after you killed yourself,” Wooyoung starts. You hear how his finger drags along the frame, a small hum whistling from his lips. “We weren’t the same men back then. Kept to ourselves mostly, no one knew us. Yunho’s the one who insisted we have our portraits taken. None of us wanted to do it, even me. But he begged so we agreed. I suppose I’m glad we did it, don’t really remember much from back then. Years dragged. Until you came, of course.”

“There had to be happy times,” you say softly. His laugh is barely audible. You turn around, his eyes meeting yours.

“There were many happy times. Grief took over our days for a while, but we lived as best as we could. But not a day went by that we didn’t think of you, Peach. That room of yours—” he places the painting back on the wall “—it’s filled with all of the treasures we saved for you. So that when you came back you would have something for yourself. It’s silly, now that I think about it. We all assumed you would remember it all, remember us. It was hope that drove us,” his eyes flick to yours. “And yet here we are, fawning over you without any hesitance.”

“Is that disappointing?” You ask. “And be honest, Wooyoung.”

He seems to take the last sentence seriously, thinking. “No. And I’m not just saying that because it is you. I have grieved her for hundreds of years. Of course I was elated to finally meet Rose again. But when I let my mind settle, let myself realize that the two of you are not the same, I became happier than before. Because I can learn about you. Rose was my first love, that I do not doubt. But I can be with you now. That is all I want.”

“You can pick someone else,” you say, and this time his grin widens.

“Why would I when I have you?” He sits on the edge of his bed. “I want to apologize for what I did the last time we were together. I didn’t control myself, I let my emotions get the best of me.”

“But you meant it, Wooyoung. You don’t need to apologize for your true feelings.”

He lets out a sigh of relief, running fingers through his hair. “Then would it be selfish of me to tell you something else?” He shifts on the bed, lids seemingly heavier than before. “I didn’t kill you before, y/n. I wouldn’t do such a thing. I’d never take that choice from you when I regretted taking it from Yeosang right when it happened. You’ve been stressed, and I’ve wanted to help. I did not lie when I told you I’d do anything for you, Peach. And I will beg, if needed.” His hand reaches out and wraps around your thigh. He pulls you quickly, letting your body fall into his. Your hands hold his shoulders to stable yourself, his other free hand reaching around you and gripping your other thigh.

“Wooyoung, you can’t–” you rest your hands on his chest, pulling back quickly. “We can’t do this. You have a concert tonight.”

“Ah, is that the only excuse?” his brow quirks. “My sweet peach, I won't perform tonight. It’s my day off. I can do anything you’d like me to do,” he keeps the choice with you. His hands slowly move up your thighs, holding your hips steadily. “And Seonghwa isn’t here to stop us this time.”

He rests his chin on your stomach as his gaze looks up to meet yours. You say nothing, even as his fingers slowly lift your shirt from the sides, pressing lightly against your skin. You shiver lightly when his lips press against your exposed stomach. He sighs, pecking again.

“Please let me take care of you for once, peach. I promise I won’t tell anyone~”

He stands, slowly pushing you down against the bed. He keeps his eyes on you as he crawls up your body, hands slowly sliding and encasing your wrists in his grip.

“Why do you insist on pushing me away? I love you, peach. I’ll always love you. I just want you to love me desperately, to yearn for my touch at every given moment, to have me touch you and crumble apart. I want you to be wide open when you’re with me, to be completely vulnerable that you cannot bear to look me in the eyes because it’s so earth-shatteringly terrifying to meet the gaze of the man who loves you the exact same way.”

He holds your wrists into the soft mattress, eyes stuck on your gaze. You look everywhere but his gaze, afraid that the words he says are slowly becoming true. Not even days ago you believed he had killed you to be with him forever, and now you’re underneath his body, vulnerable. The one thing you never wanted to be with them.

“I don’t think I’ll ever love you,” you say.

“Say that when you’re looking into my eyes, peach. Tell me without saying ‘you think’. If you are to break my heart, I want to hear it from your lips with sureness. I want you to watch me fall apart above you. You have my heart in your hands, tell me what you feel.” He hasn’t left your face, patient. He says nothing more, willing you to meet his eyes. You finally do, the red much darker now, almost black. His expression is solemn as he ponders.

Of course, you cannot say it. You can’t tell him that you’d never love him because right now, as you sit beneath him, if you didn’t love him you wouldn’t feel like this. If you didn’t care you wouldn’t desperately want to never break his heart. The only thing you’re sure of is that his care for you supersedes yours by a lot, and you doubt you’ll ever love him as much as he thinks he loves you.

“I can’t say that.”

He blinks slowly, the familiar sly smile curving his lips. “I know that.” His thumb rubs your wrist. Skin to skin, touch soft, tender. He’s cold but somehow it only warms you up. “Can I have you now, y/n?”

It’s rare for him to say your name, say it so often. You’ve gotten used to the silly peach nickname. But the way he whispers your name, speaks it like a sonnet. He leans down, lips brushing against the curve of your jaw. His hands move and let go of your wrists. A way for you to leave, to reject him with ease. You slowly wrap your arms around his neck, hands playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. His body shudders before falling down to rest on his forearms. Without another word, he drags his tongue across your lips, pressing it inside of your mouth. He takes over and rests his torso against yours carefully.

“How you burn for me,” he pulls from your lips, groaning. His hands slip underneath your shirt, hand outstretched against your skin. “I hear your heartbeat, peach. The way it shakes just for me.” He slides his hand up your body, thumb hooked on your shirt to lift it off completely. He pulls it over your head, tossing it to the side. “So pretty for me, peach.” he places a kiss on your cleavage, giggling when he listens to your breath hitch.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you note. His eyes immediately meet yours.

“Fun? Oh my Peach, how could I make fun when you’re beneath me, trembling with my touch? Having you like this in front of me, my hand between your thighs—” his hands follow what he says as he stares at you. He pushes your thighs apart, ripping your pants and tossing the shreds away. He cups you, your eyes widening. “Your swollen lips just from my touch. Both, lips,” he grins now. “A man would be foolish to make fun of their lover like this.”

His finger breaks through the fabric of your underwear. You watch as he tucks it into his pants pocket, sliding down from your torso. “I want to worship every piece of you. Show you how much I desire you, to show you that you’re ours.”

“Woo,” you touch his face. “I am not yours.”

He rolls his eyes, slipping a finger into you. Your hands grip his hair tightly as he moves in and out, slipping another inside you with ease. “Woo-”

“You are mine,” he says. The pad of his thumb pressing into your clit, his cold breaths against your skin. “Once you walked through that door y/n, you became mine. It is as simple as that.” His finger curls inside of you, rubbing against the rough patch inside of you. Your hold goes tighter, chest rising and falling quickly. “I know you better than you’d know, peach. I know every weak spot of yours, every part of you that begs to be touched.” His lips brush against the soft skin of your neck, his free hand digging into a small area next to your hip. You jolt at his touch, a beat hitting the middle of your legs. He giggles, “Seems like that hasn’t changed.”

You touch his wrist, stopping his ministrations. He stops moving his fingers, eyes on yours. His eyes look at you in wonder, curiosity, worry. Your other hand moves to his face, cradling his chin in the palm of your hand. His breath is gone now, irises deepening. Without another word, you tug his face forward, your lips brushing against his. He leans forward, but you only pull back. His free hand rests on your back, urging you to meet him. But you don’t, a small smile on your lips. You trace his face with them, his breath disappearing when you press a slow kiss to the space behind his ear.

“Please,” he begs, fingers curling inside you again. You moan in his ear, only making him wither beneath you even more. “I can’t…”

“But you teased me,” you whisper, another kiss to his neck, where his mole lies. “Isn’t it fair for me to do it back?”

He seems to melt with your words, movements still just as you finish them. You take the chance to slowly move his hand in and out of you, his breaths kicking up as you do so. You let go of his chin, using your other hand to slowly stroke the outside of his pants. He rubs himself against you, his pace quickening. You slip your hand inside his pants, touching his tip.

“Fuck me,” he stutters, moaning as you grip his cock. Your thumb rubs him, slowly stroking him, matching the pace of his fingers inside of you. You’re affected as well, your forehead pressed against his chest as you jerk him off. He slips another finger inside of you, a moan threatening to spill out. “Come on, I want to hear you.” His thumb moves quicker, palm pressing into you. You follow his lead, moving quickly, echoing his movements. “Come for me, peach.”

“Not yet,” your hand tightens on his wrist, pulling his fingers out of you. You don’t mess with your own pace though, his hips pressing against your hands. You pull away just as you feel his hips shudder, a whine spilling from his lips just as you do so.

A low laugh echoes around the room, pulling you from your daze. Your gaze moves to the side, meeting an unlikely man. Yunho stands there, hands crossed against his chest. He tilts his head as he looks at the two of you, gaze steady on yours. Despite the awkward situation, Wooyoung doesn’t seem to care in the slightest about the unexpected guest, pressing himself against you to get some relief.

“Play with me,” he whispers against your cheek, gripping your shoulder.

“But Yunho–”

“Peach,” Wooyoung murmurs, moving his head back into your view. “Just because he’s there doesn’t mean we can’t play. Or if you’d like,” his hand slips up your back, undoing your bra strap with ease, “He can play with us too.” His fingers stop moving, holding both of your straps together. He waits patiently for your next words, waiting for either a denial or an approval. You look back at Yunho, his gaze heavy as he stares at the two of you. You’d never guess that he’d do anything like this. In fact, you’d never bring it up, knowing the slight strangeness between the two of them. You aren’t oblivious, their interactions odd in comparison to when you first met them. Nothing you can figure out. Though they’re not the only pair that’s been off.

Wooyoung pulls you from your thoughts with the soft press of his lips against your temple. You slowly place your hand on top of his, guiding him to undo the straps. His grin only widens, pressing his lips against yours, hands pulling you closer to him. You can’t quite focus, knowing Yunho is just a few feet away from the two of you. You hear the chair next to the bed squeak, your eyes moving over. Yunho says nothing as he watches the two of you.

“I’ll take care of you,” Wooyoung whispers, leisurely pressing them down the length of your stomach, stopping just above the space between your legs. His hands grip your inner thighs, pushing them open. “All for me, right peach? Wonder if you taste as sweet down here as you do up there.”

A hand touches your arm softly, making you jump. You turn your head, Yunho looking at you. His gaze is hardened, eyes flicking to Wooyoung’s before resting back on yours. “If you’d let me, I’d like to touch you too.”

Wooyoung distracts you, dragging his finger along you. “You’re so wet, peach.” His tongue slowly drags across your clit. You try clenching your thighs but his hold only tightens, forcing them to stay apart. “Answer hyung, he’s waiting.”

Yunho squeezes your arm reassuringly. Despite the grip of his other hand on his thigh, he makes sure his touch to you is softer. “You can say no, y/n. I won’t push you.”

Two of them pleasuring you at once? Your head spins, very explicit thoughts popping into your head. You settle your eyes on Yunho, a soft moan falling from your lips when you feel Wooyoung’s tongue slowly enter you. The silence is loud, your hand reaching up, brushing his cheek.

“Yes,” you say simply. Yunho leans forward, lips brushing against your neck. He slowly lifts you, ignoring out Wooyoung whines, holding onto your legs. He rolls his eyes at the man, slipping beneath you, fully clothed, You’re thankful that it’s all leather, easy to sit on. He rests your back against his torso. Shoes kicked to the side, your bare behind sitting on his pants. His hands slowly roam your body, before gripping your thighs, prying them open. Wooyoung giggles in glee, wasting no time to dive back into you. He slips in three fingers at once, moving them in and out quickly as he sucks on your clit.

Yunho distracts you, pressing his hips into yours. His hands cup your chest as you stare down, large against your body. Unlike Wooyoung he’s quieter, heavy breaths in your ear each time you lift your hips and move back, each time you rub against his hard bulge. You try to concentrate on Yunho’s desperate words in your ear, but Woo is taking up most of your attention

“He’s right, darling,” Yunho whispers in your ear, “You smell so good, I wonder if you smell just as good in other places.”Look at him, pretty. He’s drunk on you.” You flick your eyes back down to Wooyoung, his sultry gaze glued to yours. He pulls away for just a moment, letting his fingers do most of the work.

Wooyoung snickers, “Look at our girl. She’s trembling just thinking about what we’re going to do to her.”

“Or that you’re taking too long to even let her finish,” Yunho says softly, eyebrow lifting.

A frown coats his lips. He’s motivated by Yunho’s words, thumb rubbing against your clit quickly, his free hand curling his fingers deeper inside of you. You shift your hips against his each time he moves inside, feeling Yunho twitch against your back. He moves one of his hands, pulling his cock out from his pants. You tense up just as Wooyoung rubs your clit, your orgasm hitting you immediately. Wooyoung moves his fingers quicker, riding it out. Just when it starts to sting he pulls them out.

“You’re so pretty y/n,” Yunho’s tongue drags along your neck, humming in appreciation. “Coming undone just like this,” his fingers drag up your chin, entering your mouth. You suck them slowly, feeling his other hand touch between your legs. He doesn’t rub anything, only cupping the outside. Seeing his hand just sitting there would make you come on sight if you didn’t just a moment ago. Wooyoung pulls back, lifting his shirt and tossing his pans to the side. His erection strains against his briefs. He slowly rubs the outline, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he looks at the two of you. The hold is tight enough that blood spills from the grip, dripping down his chin. He drags his tongue along it, slipping his underwear down.

His cock curves against his stomach, stiff.

“Please,” he moans, rubbing his cock slowly. “Please let me make love to you.”

Love.

You don’t want to ruin the moment, so you nod. He moves close to you, rubbing himself up and down against you. Before you get a chance to whine, he slowly sinks into you. Your fingers digging into his thighs at the stretch. His descent into you is slow, his lips pressing against your neck as you groan, trying his best to distract you from the feeling. You sit there for a moment, the overwhelming feeling of you being filled distracting you for a moment. Yunho continues to press kisses into your skin. Wooyoung waits patiently for you to adjust to him, until you tap his leg, silently asking for him to move.

“You look so pretty underneath me,” he mumbles.

You open your mouth to reply, but he takes that chance to sink into you quickly, pressing lips against yours. Your combined moans echo in the room as they move in sync; Wooyoung in, squeeze your chest. Yunho letting go, Wooyoung pushing in. The rolling of Wooyoung’s hips hitting yours with ease, skin pressing against your clit each time he pushes in.

“Fuck, look at you peach. You feel so good.”

Wooyoung’s muscles strain as he holds you, veins popping out on his arm as he revels in the feeling of your cunt around him. His hips seem to only go faster and faster, trying to hit his high. But once the squeeze of you tightens against his cock, he groans, pressing in once more. His hips sputtering as his cock-squeezing out his cum. He pulls out, resting at the end of the bed as he catches his breath. Yunho presses light kisses to your neck, before he shifts from his spot, lightly placing you against the sheets. He turns to Wooyoung, frowning.

“Leave.”

His brows furrow in confusion. “Huh-”

“Leave, Wooyoung. I won’t say it again.” Yunho says simply, eyes dark. Wooyoung looks down at you once more, leaving the room. He doesn’t bother covering himself up, shutting the door quietly. Yunho looks down at you, anger dissipated. You stare up at him, wondering what made him change his mind. He pulls his pants down, shirt still sticking to his body. “I want to enjoy you on my own, darling. Wooyoung is too vocal for me.”

“Yun…” Your questions disappear as he presses himself into you. He wastes no time; rocking his cock a couple of times before sinking into your cunt with vigor. You didn’t realize how long he is; the head of his cock close to nudging your cervix. You moan, his balls resting at the entrance. You feel more full than you’ve ever felt before, your mind consumed with only him.

Yunho’s pace quickens, hips becoming bolder as he collides with you, the squelching sounds echoing in the room. His grip is so tight, you’re sure he’s going to leave a mark. Yunho groans as he slowly reaches his high. “Can I come in you, darling? Please?”

“Yun,” You struggle through your gasps, and he grins at you, your eyes moist and head thrown back. “Please.”

“You’re doing so well for me, pretty. But I need know-”

“Come in me,” You say through gasps.

His groan makes your body tremble. Your fingers are probably digging holes into the sheets as you moan, cunt squeezing against his cock as you finally cum. Yunho isn’t too far away, desperate gasps as he slams his balls against your cunt. He pushes in once, twice, before is hips sputter, pressing against you. You feel the hot of his cum hit your walls, his warm body pulling you into his chest, pressing kisses into your forehead. The both of you are silent, until Yunho stands, lifting your hand to press a light kiss against the back of it.

“Let me get you cleaned up,” he mumbles, his cock sliding out of you. He’s gone for only a moment, coming back with a cup of water and a damp cloth, slowly cleaning you off. He grins at the mess they made between your legs, pressing the fabric into you as you whine, pushing him away.

“I’m sorry darling, just want to make sure you’re not dirty,” he whispers, continuing to wipe you off. Once that’s done, he takes out another clean cloth, wiping your face. You know that you have to take a shower to be fully cleansed, but you’re thankful nonetheless. He slowly sinks into bed with you, pulling you against him.

“You were angry with me,” you murmured into his arm. His head is tucked into your neck as you speak. “You were right to be mad. I’ve been going through emotions, trying to figure out what I want and what I don’t. If I were you, I’d be angry too.”

“Even if I was right, I shouldn’t have lashed out on you. That was unbecoming of me.”

“It was honest of you. That I won’t fault you for.”

You feel his lips curve against your skin. “Is that so? Then will you forgive me completely? Because my anger has lessened. I’m still a bit annoyed that you haven’t decided your place in our life, but that’s something I’ll get over.”

“Tell me why you were angry with Woo and I’d let your anger slide.”

His hold tightens against you at your words. You think you’ve hit a sore spot, feeling him adjust himself against you. “That is not something I can tell you now.”

“Yunho.”

“I promise it will come out soon. Just let me have this moment of peace?” His words feel a bit forlorn. You’re not sure what to think, but digging right now would only ruin the night. So you nod, moving yourself deeper into his body.

“Okay.”

“I hope that you’d one day trust me, y/n. Even if it’s a little,” he whispers.

You hope so too.

Wooyoung’s attached to your side. Despite your insistence that he definitely does not need to be following you everywhere, he does. It’s endearing despite how annoyed you pretend to be. Now that you’ve “forgiven” him, he’s taking every chance that he has to be by you. The others don’t appreciate his actions at all; majority of them having to kick him out to spend time with you. You’ve grown a bit used to the others being around, used to saying good morning. The lingering stares are another thing entirely, especially from Yunho and Hongjoong. Sometimes San, though he only seems to be around when Seonghwa is. Hongjoong. The man that said you’d be begging to be by his side. Though his glares aren’t as furious as they usually are — they do stay with you briefly. Enough for it to sting. He looks at you with disgust.

The rest of your interactions have been uneventful. Casual conversations, nothing solid. You’re still searching for a job despite their protests. And it seems like their words are working, not one place called you back for an interview. It’s as if you’re stuck in place, unable to move. Unable to leave their side until something happens.

You stare at the dresser, glancing at a journal. The words are still unknown to you, but a particular one catches your attention. It’s a darker red, stitching forcing the pages closed. Just as your finger brushes against it, you’re pulled deep.

"They would have been nothing without me. Without my assistance, without my guidance."

"They're your family."

His eyes narrow, a sly smile growing on his lips. He takes a step forward just as you take one back, shrugging. Your fingers grip the silver in your hands, ignoring how the blade digs into your palm. "That is true. I was alone and wanted a family so I created my own. But that does not mean that they're entitled to everything that I enjoy. Did you truly believe that they would be with you if I did not permit it? I chose to let them indulge in you. To please you. But in the end, their needs do not matter, Rose. Because you are mine. No one else's."

"The time on sea has deluded your mind, captain. Perhaps a rest will lessen your worries. There's no need for this speech. I'm safe in their hands." Your voice trembles, revealing your true feelings. He picks up on it and leans against the dresser nailed into the floor.

"You are afraid of me?" His smile drops, sympathy in his gaze. "I do not want my Rose to be afraid."

"You are not well—"

"Continue to tell that lie to yourself." His head tilts, meeting the gaze of something behind you. A hand covers yours, your head whipping to meet the new visitor. Subin looks over you, but his eyes are focused on Hongjoong. "Your brother is soon to leave, anyway."

“y/n? Do you hear me?”

You blink quickly, meeting the eyes of Seonghwa. He stands there with hands holding your arms in his grasp, shaking you. Once you blink he lets out a sigh of relief and releases you.

“I was bringing you dinner since you weren’t feeling well tonight. But I knocked and when you didn’t answer I came in to see if you were okay. You weren’t lucid. I thought it was a brief vision, but it was a while. I was afraid you were stuck.”

“I’m fine,” you say simply. You look over his shoulder, seeing the tray sitting on the dresser. You try taking a step to it, but he stops you, gesturing for you to sit on your bed. “I’m okay, Hwa.”

“Are you sure about that?” He points to your hand and how it trembles as you hold the journal. “I won’t occupy you for longer than necessary. Please, for a moment.”

You sit on the bed. Seonghwa steps back a bit, sitting on the bench next to your bed. He’s wearing his setlist outfit. All black, choker resting against his neck. He lets the natural red of his eyes through with his lips painted red to match. You’ve noticed that none of them shy away from makeup, most decked out in whatever suits them best. In all honesty it only makes the unwanted yearning for them that much worse; especially with the way he’s meeting your eyes in worry.

“You have a set tonight, you don’t need to worry for me.”

“Don’t you know that we will always worry for you? Whether you’d admit it or not, our lives encompass you. It would be silly of me to just leave when you’re barely there. Love is not just physical, but I am sure you know that.”

He says it with such ease.

“It is not as easy as you may make it seem,” you say, holding the journal delicately between your fingers. “Having eight men love you simply for existing seems like a miracle or an idealistic world. But I cannot pretend that it doesn’t come with its hardships. I don’t know how I should act.” You flip through the journal. The language is nothing you know of, nothing you can decipher. You wished that you could peer into her thoughts, but it’s all foreign to you. Brief recollections of a past life doesn’t help with the language in the slightest. “It’s fun to think about as a wish or daydream, but having it right in front of you is terrifying. And I can’t even share my thoughts with anyone but one of you because my friends are either other vampires or blocked my number.”

You look to him, and his expression is solemn. It scares you a bit how silent he has been, gaze never leaving you even as you look away. You’ve spent minimal time with the man; it must be alarming for him to even listen to you explain your grievances to him. “I’m sorry if it’s too much—”

“Don’t apologize for your feelings, y/n,” he murmurs, pushing his hair from his face. He rubs his temple as a soft breath falls from his lips. “I didn’t interrupt because I wanted to hear your true feelings. You’ve been looking very sickly lately,” he glances at your hands, moving back to your eyes. “I’ve been worried, and now I know why. Your mind has been very heavy, especially holding this burden on your own. And it’s hard to explain it when all you know is us. An outlet is needed sometimes.”

Seonghwa is rather comforting. He hasn’t come onto you like the others, a bit similar to Jongho. But you rarely talk to him one-on-one; in fact, you’re sure this is the first real conversation you’ve had for longer than five minutes. The grip on your—, no, her, journal tightens, thoughts scattered. “Thank you. It might be easier to talk to you because we don’t speak to each other often.”

“No need to thank me. The last time we spoke alone I offered you hot chocolate, which you vehemently denied,” a teasing smile rests on his lips, head sitting on his hand. “And which I remind you that I’d never offer you blood when you’re not like us. A silly thought, you know.”

“I was on edge,” you murmur, and he laughs. It’s low and soft, warm despite his cold exterior temperature. Though you did in fact feel nervous around him, being alone alleviates that. It’s nice to feel a bit calm around at least a few of them. His beauty does intimidate you. In fact, even the mere proximity to him reminds you that it isn’t a dream you conjured up. No dream of yours could create an image like him. “I do like being around you, Seonghwa. I can’t say all that I want, but I can say most. And I think that’s enough for me now.”

“I’m happy about that too.”

Your mind travels to Hongjoong, the one man that Seonghwa is often glued to. They haven’t been as close as of late – hopefully it isn’t your fault – but you wonder if it’s possible that he could let you know exactly what’s happening. You wouldn’t try to trick him like Mingi (a bit unsuccessful, since you barely pulled any information out of him), but ask. Nicely, maybe. But that quick glimpse of the past may just tell you enough. This obsession with you has lasted hundreds of years, and it seems to not have dwindled in the slightest.

“Hongjoong is trying to take care of you,” Seonghwa says softly, already diving into the conversation you wanted to have. “I know it’s hard to speak to me because of him. I don’t have much to say, y/n, he has a mind of his own that even I cannot decipher at times. He cares for you in a strange way, that is true. Rose then was more palpable in that sense; she listened to his words closely and though she was stubborn, in the end she followed his every whim. There was little that she questioned before she was turned into one of us. Being the captain of the most notorious group of brigands gave him that. Now that he no longer holds that title and we keep to ourselves, his words aren’t as respected. Not by us, of course. We listen to him without much protest. But you,” Seonghwa smiles softly. “Yunho insulted you before, but it isn’t true. Rose would have fallen for his words with ease because of his charisma. He still oozes the same as before, but you haven’t taken his words as gospel yet. That’s quite different from before. I don’t know how he feels about it, but it must linger in his mind.”

“I won’t fall for him,” your tone is serious, resolute. “He expressed to me his feelings a while ago. He lies, Seonghwa. And he will continue to get under my skin, to put me into a corner of trusting and respecting him. Now that I know, I’ll make sure to do the opposite.”

“Will you?” he lifts a brow. “y/n, I will say this only once. Hongjoong will get what he wants, persuading you with ease. I think you take his words lightly, too lightly. Do not let your guard down just because you’re sure it won’t happen to you—”

A knock on the door interrupts him. He sighs, not bothering to stand as it swings open. San stands there, a frown on his lips. His eyes move to you, brightening slightly. “We’re back from rehearsal. Ready for that meeting, now?”

San stands in between you and Seonghwa as you walk down the hall. Though few words are being exchanged between the two, you can tell something isn’t right. The glance that San gave Seonghwa right when he walked into the room told you enough. There’s a lot happening that you don’t know of and it worries you. Sure, Hongjoong’s threat is still there, but there’s something else. Especially with the way Mingi and Seonghwa are speaking to you.

“You alright?” San asks, nudging you slightly.

“Seems like that’s the only thing I’m being asked about these days.”

“Well, that wandering gaze of yours tells us a lot, you know.” Friendly? After he stormed from the room you were in and hasn’t spoken to you since? The brief act of care when you were taken was nice, but nothing else happened between you. Kissing up to you now only makes you suspicious. “We have to speak later, Rose. There’s much to talk about.”

Rose.

Seonghwa gives him a look but says nothing, turning down the hallway into the living area. Everyone else is gathered in various spots. You take the first open one next to Jongho, giving him a brief smile as you sit. He squeezes your thigh, moving closer to you so that San can sit on the opposite side. Seonghwa remains standing in the far corner of the room, arms crossed against his chest. The others seem to linger on your figure, only Mingi meeting your eyes. His brows are furrowed, piercing into yours. It’s uncomfortable enough that you look away, Hongjoong standing up from his spot.

“So,” he gestures to everyone. “I’ve remained kind to all of you for the past few weeks. Listened to your words, didn’t say much to disturb you all. But something that Mingi told me right when we saved them from Hanse has been lurking in my mind,” his eyes move to you. “My sea’s blood has been a bit strange; you see. Mingi said it did not taste right. I gave it some thought for a while, wondering if it was just a mistake. Because there’s no possible way that she could be hurt. We all live with her, we protect her. She is ours.”

You bite your tongue at the last sentence. You haven’t the slightest idea what he’s letting on, why your blood tastes strange. But as you meet the eyes of Mingi, he looks worried. And in between that worry – fear. What the Hell is going on?

“Mingi told me that she tasted of poison. At first, I just couldn’t believe him. Why would anyone do such a thing to her? Treat her in such a disgusting manner? We all yearn to preserve her life, extend it for as long as we can. That is what we all want, I know. So there’s very few reasons as to why one of us would subjugate her to such a terrible act. One of you wants to turn her without permission, to let her choices dwindle, to force her to choose vampirism. Now as I stare at all of you, few faces looked alarmed at the thought of her being poisoned. A bit concerning, don’t you think?” This time he looks to you, brow raised. But you don’t notice it, don’t notice his stare.

Your gaze is stuck on your hands, shaking harshly. You’re biting your lip to the point of puncturing skin, more terrified than you’ve ever been of the group of men around you. Even the one who’s comforted you most, Jongho, stills next to you. He doesn’t offer comfort, afraid that you’ll snap with the mere touch of his fingers. Your breath hitches, eyes flicking back and forth, trying to rationalize this. How could they be poisoning you? Why would they do that to the person they “love”? You can feel your throat burn, vomit threatening to come out. But you suppress it. There’s no use; you’ve let yourself trust all of them too much. Give them too much of yourself that you didn’t see any signs. You’ve felt off for a while, but you assumed it was just exhaustion and stress from the situation. Not one of them slowly killing you.

“Don’t worry my sea, they will be dealt with,” Hongjoong continues, giving you a once over before turning to the rest of the men. “My patience is very thin. Which one of you fucks is poisoning my sea?”

The room is silent. Hongjoong rubs the space between his brows, sighing loudly. “Silence is not an answer.”

“Is this how we should go about it?” Mingi asks. He looks at you, watching as his words make you crumble. “She isn’t well—”

“So we should hide it from her then?”

“That’s not what I was insinuating—”

“Then I’m glad for that,” he nods, “Because frankly, I do not trust any of you. For all I know you could be covering for yourself, Mingi.”

He widens his eyes at the accusation, and Hongjoong only laughs, waving him off. “It was a joke. A poor one at best, but I digress. Since none of you want to speak up about it.” He shrugs. “Good thing I have a strong feeling I know who it is. Especially since I was looking around the house, and found something quite interesting.” He digs into his pocket, holding up a small vial. The liquid is clear inside, only making your stomach twist even more. “Thallium, in its purest form. Banned in over a hundred countries because of its toxicity. It’s known to be colorless and odorless, and with small doses over a long period of time, it can slowly kill a human. It’s quite shocking that Mingi tasted it with ease since it cannot stay in blood for an indefinite time, so it must have been quite the amount for him to notice. It was used pretty often in our scavenging days. Easier to take out one of our rivals without being detected. Only one of us was an expert in its use.”

All of their gazes move to the opposite side of the room. You follow them, landing on Wooyoung. He doesn’t say a word, staring at you. As if he’s waiting for you to say something. But all you can do is look back, brows furrowed.

“Do you have anything to say? Perhaps defending yourself?” Hongjoong’s brow raises in anticipation. “Or will I take your silence as confirmation that you’ve been doing naughty things?”

“We were going to lose her,” his voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it. No enthusiasm like it usually has. “Was I to stand around and wait for it? I didn’t have a choice—”

His words are cut off, and you get to your feet. Jongho holds you back, a gasp falling from your lips. Yunho grips Wooyoung’s neck, pressing him against the sofa as he glares down at him. You watch as blood spills from where he pierces his skin, dripping onto the fabric.

“Who do you think you are,” he hisses, body trembling with anger. “Did you think none of us would notice? Are you actually that stupid?”

“Yunho…” Hongjoong starts. The rest of the men in the room say nothing, only Jongho looking at you in worry, ignoring the interaction just in front of him. “Relax.”

“How can I relax when he’s sitting here cocky, knowing that he was slowly killing her? For fuck’s sake, we were together—” Yunho throws him against the couch, letting go. He pushes past Yeosang and Mingi, leaving the room.

“We should take her out of the room,” Jongho says with his eyes still on you. “We don’t want her to see—"

"I told San to bring her in here for a reason, Jongho. Do not undermine my request. She needs to see what happens when one of us makes a mistake."

“This is unnecessary,” Seonghwa says softly. He doesn’t budge from his spot though, gaze planted to the floor. The confidence that he usually radiates seems diminished, eyes low in defeat. You’ve seen more emotion from him when he was angry but seeing him so detached when one of his family members is being attacked… It only makes your stomach twist.

Of course you don’t want to see this, see Wooyoung being hurt like this. And his hurt is a bit justified. You wouldn’t retaliate this way. Not at all. Seeing him hold his neck, blood spilling from the spaces between his fingers. Completely and utterly horrid.

Hongjoong moves closer to him, hands resting on his waist. You push against Jongho again this time, but he doesn’t move an inch. Your eyes meet and he only shakes his head. A loud crack echoes around the room, and your head whips back to the two. Hongjoong’s hand hovers over Wooyoung’s face. His fingers are sullied with blood. This time you grip Jongho’s arm, moving around it and stumbling forward. You throw yourself in between them, hands up in surrender as you look at Hongjoong.

“Wait! Wait, don’t hurt him—”

“Don’t hurt him? Have you forgotten that quickly? He poisoned you, y/n. He injected you with it so that you would live for us for eternity. So that you can suffer until the brink of death. Do you understand this?”

You continue to cover Wooyoung’s body. It’s foolish, you know that. It’s silly, stupid, and idiotic. You should be glad that Hongjoong is doing this for you. Elated, even. So why does this pain reside in your heart? You should hate Wooyoung, hate his mere existence. But you could only continue to block Hongjoong, eyes stuck on Wooyoung. His face is bruised, lip bleeding profusely. Eyes moist as he looks at you, his shaky thumb brushing against your cheek.

“We can figure this out,” your voice is low. “Just don’t hurt him anymore.”

Hongjoong stands there and stares down at the two of you. You don’t hear his fading steps, leaving the rest of you in the room. Wooyoung sighs, touching his face lightly. It’s already healing, and most of the blood has dried. You move away from him, tensing when he grabs your arm.

"You're so pretty even when you worry."

“You were trying to kill me,” you say. The exhaustion of your emotions weighs on you, anger stilled into a low worry. You should be yelling right now as well as threatening to leave. Your mellowness scares even you. Have you always been this resolved? This calm knowing that he was going to murder you just so that he can stay with you longer? His unrelenting devotion is at the point of obsession, and you doubt that it’ll lessen even as the others are angry with him. “You wanted to kill me, Wooyoung.”

“It was a foolish choice,” he admits. “I thought that poisoning you and making you sick will make you decide to turn into one of us. I thought it was the right thing to do.”

“It wasn’t.”

“I realized that now,” he gives you a quick smile. “Sorry wouldn’t cover it. I can show you that I’ll change—”

“I’m leaving,” you say simply, standing. His eyes widen at that, following your stance. “I’m not staying in a place where I’ll be killed just because you care about me.”

“Peach—”

You tense at the nickname, his face dropping. A hand touches the back of your arm. You turn around, remembering that the others are still there. San looks at you with worry in his eyes.

“We want you to stay.”

“Frankly, I could care less about what you want,” you glance around, realizing that Hongjoong and Seonghwa are no longer in the room, leaving just like how Yunho did. The others try to catch your gaze themselves but you’re over it. No amount of convincing would get you to stay. “I’ll go to my parents.”

“That’s far,” Yeosang notes. Inquiring about how exactly he knows that is useless. You’re sure all of them know about things you haven’t said at all. All of the red flags were in front of you but you chose to ignore them, push them away. And that choice led you to where you are now, the feeling of being ill and tired making all the more sense.

“I’ll figure it out.”

“You’re scaring me. You sound so cold,” Jongho says softly, brows furrowed. His words make you hesitate. Him, afraid? Why should he be the one afraid when you’re in a house full of vampires watching your every move? One of them plotting to take you out? In fact, you should be running out and screaming, begging for someone to save you.

But you have to play this smart. Panicking would only alert them that you’re worried. Of course you’re completely terrified being in this room with them. But remaining as calm as you can to get out is all you can do. You don’t respond, leaving the room. Your pace is fast enough, swinging open the door of your room to grab your one luggage from the corner. You have barely anything that’s truly yours around the room, and you throw in used clothing and anything else you can find. In less than ten minutes you’re fully packed. You turn on your heels with luggage in hand. Seonghwa stands there, body shaking. Without a word, he moves close to you and rests his hands on your arms. They slowly move up your body.

He holds your face in his hands, eyes moist as he stares down at you. It terrifies you how frightened his eyes look and how desperate he is to make you listen. But it scares you even more that you’re completely willing to take his words as they are, inject them into your skin and let them travel through you. How with the mere glance of his eyes, you’re already a mess.

“I have to go, Seonghwa,” you say simply. “I can’t stay here.”

“I’ll keep you safe,” he insists, “Please.”

“I can’t—”

“Do you think I care about any of this when I won’t have you next to me?” His eyes shake, fingers trembling as he holds you. “I would rather die a thousand deaths than lose you again, doe. I don’t know what I’ll do without you here. Please.”

He’s asking you to reconsider. Your fingers hold the handle of your luggage, his low breath echoing around the room. With every ounce of will left inside of you, you back up, eyes to the floor.

“I have to go.”

“Look at me and say that, doe. Look at me and tell me you want to leave.”

Your nails dig into your palm, teeth biting the inside of your cheek so harshly you taste blood. Say it, just tell him. Tell him you’re leaving, you’re not coming back. Tell him with sureness in your voice, resolute in your tone. Tell him you’re fine with it and you’re glad to never see them again. Ignore the pain that lingers there as you see his tears fall down his cheeks, the clench of his fists when you pulled away. Say it with conviction.

“I’m not that strong,” your voice is soft. The grip on the handle loosens, bag falling to the floor. You should be running far away. Why are you letting his words get to you? Why are you succumbing to the grip he has on you? And why do you not hate it at all? “I want to leave, Seonghwa.” Your body almost crumbles on itself as your knees give way. But he’s there, like he always is. He holds you close to him before your body hits the floor, taking you in his arms. Fingers digging into his shirt, ripping holes. “I want you to let me go.”

“Oh my sweet doe, I won’t ever do such a thing. Not when I’m here to catch you,” he holds you close, “I’ll always be here for you.”

“I want to go,” you repeat like a mantra.

“Do you?” he whispers against your temple. “Do you want to go?”

No.

“Do you want to leave us?” He says again. His fingers drag along your scalp, his strokes tender. Loving. Warm. “If it is what you truly desire, I will no longer hold you back.”

“Will you learn to love another?”

His laugh is saddening as he holds you, as the two of you fall to the floor. He places you lightly against the side of your bed. You lift your head as he sits in front of you, eyes moist. How terrifyingly beautiful he looks.

“I have loved you for my entire existence, my doe. I have loved you when you’ve hated me, I’ve loved you when you held a silver knife to my throat and had me beg for my life. I’ve loved you when you’ve moaned beneath me, begging for more. I’ve known you longer than you’ve known yourself and with every breath, every drop of blood, every tear I’ve shed, I’ve loved you. My heart has known you longer than my mind. There is never a moment in which I do not think of you, adore you, yearn for you. And now you ask of me to love another? To speak another’s name? Do you believe that these eyes can rest on someone else and conceal what I’ve once felt? My sweet, I’d give you my burning ashes if you’d so desire, but my love is not something I can give to any. Your stain runs too deep for me to scrub it away.”

You swallow slowly. “You’re speaking poetry.”

“If that’s true, then should I not sue the one who stole these words from my lips?”

You place your hands on his chest, flattened. “I can’t stay here, Seonghwa. Not when my life is in danger. I can’t trust any of you.” And it’s true. If Wooyoung, the man who looked you in the eyes and told you to trust him with everything that you have, lied to you. With such ease, he drank your blood without saying a word about the poison. Brushed his lips against yours and let the secrets remain as such. Betrayal is too weak of a word to describe how you feel. “It’ll only get worse as time passes.”

“That I understand. We will no longer leave you alone with him, doe. I can assure you that. We will watch your food if you want us to, to make sure there’s nothing nefarious-”

“My parents' food is safer than anything I’d consume here.”

“Having your family involved, doe,” he trails off, shutting his eyes briefly. “Now that Sejun is known to be alive, and that we’ve killed Hanse, the danger has risen. I and the others don’t feel that it is in your best interest to leave now. Not when they’re tracking your every move. Outside of these walls, you’re vulnerable. Unprotected.”

“And what do you consider my position now, Seonghwa? Am I safe? Do you truly believe that?”

“There will always be hesitance,” he avoids your true question, eyes moved to the side. “There will always be a sense of danger. With your existence comes peril, whether minimum or otherwise. Trust is earned, that I know. So I hope that you have enough trust in me to understand that leaving to go to your parents is not a good idea. The other clan hasn’t touched your family, but there’s room for a turn. Seeing them now will only work against your favor.”

He’s right. Through all the fluff and speeches of willing you to stay, he’s right. Having your family in danger because of you isn’t what you want. But staying here isn’t an option for you. Not when just down the hallway, a vampire wants to kill you so that you’d stay with him forever. Them, forever. You haven’t even considered turning into one, so why would you allow one of them to choose for you? Seonghwa seems to notice how you crumble, a small smile slipping on his face. It’d irritate you if you weren’t so completely numb.

It seems like the longer you are here, the more you’re twisted into them. How can every ounce of your bravery, your wit, your strength, dwindle? Why can’t you just run away? Why does your heart falter when he looks at you?

Have you gone mad?

“Why can’t I rid of you?” The words fall from your lips as your hand slowly touches his cheek. It shocks you enough that you pull away, eyes wide. Seonghwa’s brows furrow as he looks down at you, confused. You push against his chest harshly and he falls back to the sheets, your change too swift for him to even notice. You grip the knife next to your bed, senses slowly coming back to you. “Who are you?”

“What—”

“You’re not Seonghwa,” you point the knife as he steps closer, hands trembling. “He’s cold. Why are you warm?”

His concerned mask slips, a devilish grin painting his lips. His hands slowly drop to the sides, tucking into his front pockets. “Ah, so you are smarter than you seem, y/n. Almost as smart as Rose, though she’d notice my trick immediately. Blink quickly, darling. You’ll see me soon enough.”

You flicker your eyes quickly, the mold of Seonghwa’s face slowly shifting. Another quick blink and you meet the eyes of the man you feared, a cocky grin only widening on his face. Your heartbeat quickens, breaths escaping you as you grip your knife. It isn’t possible. He can’t be here, there’s no reasonable explanation—

“Keep those thoughts in your head,” he touches his temple, humming. “If I hear a scream…” he pouts. “Well, you wouldn’t like what I’d do at all.”

“Why are you here? Why are you warm?” He sits on the edge of your bed, ignoring your knife. “Leave.”

He scoffs, “Leave? Leave you with them? They’re plotting your death, darling. Again. Why the fuck would I leave you with the people who killed you?”

“I—” your eyes waver, glancing at the door. There’s no time for you to run. If you shout he’d probably kill you. “I don’t know you, Sejun. Please leave.”

“How many times are you going to say the same thing? If I leave, you’re coming with me. Oh, what’s this,” he stands, moving to the wall of antiques. His fingers brush against the journals lined up on the shelves, head shifting up to eye the treasures nailed to the wall. “Interesting, leaving you in here with these. I’d doubt Rose would admire the belongings of the men she’s slept with that were killed by Hongjoong’s crew. A bit odd, even for her.”

You look to where he’s staring. Paintings and other materials are resting neatly in place, many with decades of wear and tear, mostly unrecognizable. He touches one, taking it down from its place. It’s an old compass, covered in an odd substance. You’d rather not think of exactly what it is, though you can guess.

He turns it to you, a frown on his lips. “Your father’s watch. He wore it often before he was killed. Odd, considering that Rose could never find it. Makes you wonder how they ended up in its possession.”

“What do you want?”

“What I want,” he puts it back on the shelf, “Is for you to see them for who they truly are. They’re good at manipulating you. It’s quite alarming how competent they’ve gotten at it. Though,” he shrugs, “Perhaps hundreds of years of perfecting their lies may have played a role in that. So you will come with me, darling.” He holds out his hand. Your grip on the knife tightens, but it doesn’t dissuade him at all. In fact, he only moves closer to you, other hand tucked in his pants. “Making this difficult will only hurt more for you, in the end.”

“I am not going with you.”

His grin widens, eyes darkening. “There’s my Rose.”

He takes the knife from your hands, the blade digging into his skin. Before you can let out a scream, he covers your mouth with his bloody palm, pressing it harshly against your lips. You choke on the blood spilling from the wound, his laugh loud. Your nails dig into his skin, tears rolling down your cheeks as the metallic taste fills your mouth. Your eyes flick to the door, willing for one of them, any of them, to come in and check on you. But all you see is a closed door, Sejun’s body slamming into the window as he jumps out.

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merakiui · 2 years

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Mera! From 0 to Oh god oh fuck, how chaotic would it be if sk!Floyd founds out that reader already has a husband (and if you're comfortable about it, kids too? Maybe a small baby?)

Ooh, I feel like he’d want to see what they look like. His excitement is almost childish when he rocks back and forth in his seat, eagerly going on about how he’s certain your kids look just as cute as the one who raised them. And your husband... What husband? He doesn’t exist in Floyd's world because if this was Floyd’s world your husband would be scattered in the sea. He demands you show him pictures of your children; he’s really curious to know what they look like! Floyd acts almost doting when he talks about your children as if he’s the father.

Also consider you’re pregnant when you go to interview him. At first he didn't really care much about your baby bump and he hardly acknowledged it. But then he’s fallen for you and now he’s absolutely fraught with envy and anger knowing that it wasn’t he who knocked you up (not that he could when he’s in cuffs and so heavily monitored) but some bastard who he can’t even beat to death because he’s stuck in this lame prison! Floyd stares at your belly a lot, smiling innocently, sometimes even cooing at you, even going so far as to try speaking to the baby. You’re very protective of your belly, moving away from him when he leans forward to get as close to you as possible. It’s annoying that you’re averse to him, but he understands it. He’d be protective if he had a child.

Sometimes Floyd’s jealousy gets the better of him and he grumbles about how it’s not fair that you aren’t his and how that’s not his baby inside you. He’s told you once, completely unprompted, that if he wasn’t in handcuffs he might do something to hurt you and the baby. You had to sit there in silent horror while he went on about how he’d kick it out of you so that he could replace it with his own baby. Because you don’t need any other babies; you only need his baby.

And as quick as the malice had blanketed the room, it ebbs away and Floyd’s smiling cheerfully as if he didn’t just tell you he’d kill your baby out of wrathful jealousy. He notices the way your arms wrap firmly around your belly and the way your entire being tenses. He tells you you’ve got nothing to be scared of because he’s stuck in cuffs, so he couldn’t do anything even if he wanted to. He even lifts his arms for you to see, shaking them about so you can hear the cuffs jangling.

After that incident, Floyd never shuts up about your pregnancy, always wanting to know how far along you are, if you’ve thought of names, if you’re scared of giving birth, if you need someone to play the role of father. You try to keep him on track, carefully reminding him that this interview is about him, not you, and Floyd always chuckles and nods along to everything you say.

You know that, as disturbed of an individual as he is, he’s still human. But most days it really feels like you stare in the face of a cruel, unpredictable monster. You wonder how Floyd sees himself when he peers at himself in the mirror. Perhaps that will be the first question you ask the next time you see him.

#twisted chit chat #serial killer floyd #tw: pregnancy

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shin-haneul · 1 year

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Hello everyone! Admin Honey here! We're back after like.... 6 months? Something like that!

Why am I back? You may ask... Well you see...

Some old friends got in touch recently when I was on a nostalgia run and reignited the joy I felt when I was part of this community. When I left this community I felt that it was no longer the one I used to be fond of but in my time away I thought about what a community is.

I realised that I just need to do this for fun and ith the people I am fond of and that that's all there is to it. I think back then I definitely took things a bit too seriously but I'm excited now to be back for fun!

I hope that you guys will have me back, there is a small part of me that is scared of rejection but that's not important because again, I'm doing this for the fun of it. Going back to the origins of Haneul as a bot.

No lore, no plot lines, just a friendly girl who wants to make friends.

I have gotten rid of everything and am looking forward to this fresh start. But I'm hoping to keep the friendships that Haneul (and I) have made.

So while everything about Haneul has been reset, I'm hoping her relationships won't be. That being said, I do understand if you would prefer to rebuild RP with Haneul from scratch as I do understand that it might get confusing to just remove past lore from interactions.

All that aside! I look forward to being around again and am so excited to be back!

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teenietinytangerine · 1 month

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- THE HELLMOUTH'S TEETH;

part i. first draft!!

main pairing: oc x yoongi characters appearances: jimin, taehyung, namjoon, yoongi & hoseok. (for now...) + this is exactly what yoongi looks like in that fic keywords: rock'n'roll, dirty bars, buffy the vampire slayer universe, 90's, library, magic shop & haunted houses + first meetings. summary: wow i don't even know, picture following Bang Saein, the Slayer in that small coast city in SK that finally gets somewhat of a control over her life as part surnatural serial threat and guitarist in a shitty band in a shitty bar, thanfully surrounded by the mysterious Jimin and his even more mysterious best friend Taehyung (whom craves blood on the daily but we don't judge alimentary habits). She can also count on Namjoon, her tired Watcher, and employer at the Magic Shop. But a client (yoongi) with specific demands and a cute bu- ... a cute jacket ahem, and a man (hoseok) with a problem of haunted house is about to change quite a few things around.

She nonchalantly adjusted the black beanie that adorned her short, bleached moon-like locks. With purple stars drawn at the crisp of her eyelids and the sparkles sprayed in her hair, the girl didn’t feel like she belonged under the dirty yellow light of the streetlamp. Her distraught silhouette flashed by in the puddles rendered by the prior rain. She needed a break. From the crowd, from the music, from her shitty boyfriend dancing with every miniskirt that’d let him but her. Under a dark sky still crackling with late thunders in the distance, her heels clattered on the asphalt as she harshly pulled a cig from her pocket and lit it. God, it felt like breathing again. She knew it was bad but hell, she’d rather die young and gorgeous than old and cranky.

Bam.

While she was busy inhaling her cancer stick, a shock made her drop it in the gutter.

“For fuck’s sake,” she looked at her ruined cigarette, “oh that’s just great! A sorry would kill ya?”

She lifted her irritated pout, ready to light another one. Only what she saw in front of her didn't feel right at all. The guy that had just bumped into her was standing there, frozen like an animal ready to pounce on its prey. His giant build was towering over her by a good head and a half.

“What? Creepy got your tongue?”

The jest elicited a strange mimicry from him. I wouldn't say it looked like a smile. No, it was more like a freaky nervous smirk. He moved forward, she moved back. Slowly. “You know, you shouldn’t smoke those.” Her saliva got stuck in her throat, as her grip on her purse grew tighter. What a freak. But still, there was something about him more unsettling than your random drunk in the alley that made her hold back her tongue. “Seriously!” he suddenly shouted, and before she had time to react, he took the cigarette from her and threw it on the ground. “It ruins the taste, you moron!” As he walked under the lamplight, she finally saw it. His face. Contorted and inhumane. And his eyes … two orange orbs. But it was the two fangs that grew out of his mouth that truly did it.

Her scream pierced the night.

Stumbling backward, scratching and kicking as he held her with two arms, only to throw her on the ground, laughing. He was toying with her, the bastard. Her heart beat faster than her chest could contain, and all of her desperate yelling, bursting her own eardrums, got swallowed in the bass of the music inside. She barely managed to get back up when she felt something grab her by the hair and yank her backward. The asphalt hit her skull. The pain shot through her.

She was scared to death with tears streaming down her cheeks. She wanted to run with every fiber of her being but the terror locked her muscles in place. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She’s screwed, she is so screwed, and she’s gonna die alone in a dirty alley with her friends shaking their asses right next to her, completely oblivious, as usual. Maybe it’s fitting.

Then suddenly, she heard a voice. A woman. Her friend? Did she badmouth them for no reason? Lying down on the floor, the sky turning above her, and the tears blurring her vision, the girl could not properly see what was going on but she did see the freak that attacked her get his attention away from her in favor of this new voice.

“… I mean, red alligator boots? Really? Did they take your fashion sense along with your soul, coz that’s just cruel… For any of us that have to lay eyes on that.”

She heard the sounds of an altercation, something hitting the wall, groans and shouts, and a final, strange sound followed by silence.

And that's when she saw her, head upside down, the woman perched above her sprawled body. Despite the tears, she had a ridiculous thought.

She’s kinda really cute.

A few moments before.

Entangled bodies. Alcohol flowing. The room sweated of music, excitement, and sin. Her fingers flew over the strings, the spotlights blinded her. Life took hold of her. That adrenaline that never left her when she was on stage flowed through her veins with a mind-boggling energy. Sweat glued to the back of her neck and her hips rocking alongside her electric guitar that was fixed firmly on there even when she bent her back to the point of scaring everyone she might break in two. The deep, gritty, raspy sounds bewitched her ears, the people jumping and headbanging at their rhythm, god, she breathed in with delight this sweet ecstasy that inebriated her.

The singer let out that last long note and the entire crowd roared as Bang Saein wrapped it up with a sick riff, possibly showing off but they were eating it up and she felt like a rockstar, bitches.

“Thank you everyone, you’ve been bloody amazing! You can find us every Thursday night, and if you got a penny to spare, we got CDs in the back.”

Saein sank into the alleyway, trash in both her hands. It was her punishment for her chronic condition of lateness and straight-up missing repetition, and the result of her begging not to get kicked out of the band for it. She would take the trash, and the cleaning up, and the having to pack up everything alone as long as they let her get up that stage every Thursday. Saein had a lot of bands in her closet that, honestly rightfully so, had grown exasperated with her cute ass being as unpredictable as that city’s death rate. This one, thanks to the lead singer, Mimi, that had taken a liking to her skills, and maybe because Saein had always suspected she knew more than let on, gave her a longer leash, but still shoved her nose in her own shit every once in a while.

Today, Saein could not care less about her garbage duties. Throw those two out and she was done to join back her friends inside and bathe some more in that post-concert glow.

The guitarist/janitor was whipping up the top of the container when she heard it. A scream. Near. Her muscles thought before her head could. All she cared about was getting there in time. To save them. She followed the voice into the adjacent street she was just coming from, the one that connected to the back of the club. There she found a girl on the floor, with a beanie and white hair, and a man closer to a mountain than he was to a human walking towards her. She barely had time to catch a glimpse of her slim figure before she was caught up.

The vampire was creeping up on his victim, already delecting in the fear in her eyes, licking it off his fingers, when something wet and smelly crashed into his back. What the- He turned around to see a trash bag half opened, and fast-food leftovers hanging on his shoulder.

“Hey, ugly face!”

Further away in the alley, the silhouette of a dark-haired woman in a fancy high ponytail, fluffy miniskirt, leather jacket, and a lollipop hanging from her lips. A smile crept on the bloodsucker's face. Looks like the snack gods are on his side tonight. It’s a two-for-one bimbo buffet.

“Y’all are the cliché-est of all clichés. The dark alley and pretty lost lady routine is sooo boring. Can’t a girl get one vampire-free night out?”

Saein-a wiped her hands clean on her jacket before getting Lil Stick, a wooden stake, out of her inner pocket. She waved it in front of her as she slowly walked towards him.

“Even the outfits! It’s like, I can spot you from a mile away. I mean, red alligator boots? Really? Did they take your fashion sense along with your soul, coz that’s just cruel… For any of us that have to lay eyes on that.”

The vampire groaned in stupidity.

“Who are you, woman?”

Her kick threw him against the brick wall three meters from there with a force that left his form embedded in it. Ugly could barely catch his non-existent breath when a right hook with a perfect manicure unhinged his jaw.

“Why, I’m the Slayer, silly.”

“You … BITCH!”

Well, that was disappointing banter.

He launched at her, landing a few blows that, even when they reached their target, didn’t do a tenth of the damage they usually did, while she responded in kind until he realized, she was the one playing with him. It barely lasted a few seconds, however, before she pinned him on the ground with a proper round kick and sunk the stake into his heart. The monster looked at it in disbelief.

“But, you’re just a girl.”

Before he imploded in a brutal poof of dust.

Saein picked up the stake, got up, and sighed.

“That’s what I keep saying.”

Saein walked back in, making her way through the bodies blissfully dancing and drinking under the muffled lights, until she spotted the two silhouettes she was looking for. They were fairly hard to miss. A blonde man with italian boots leaning his entire weight over their companion’s shoulders, a taller dark-haired man who had his arms crossed over his chest, holding his drink carelessly with two fingers.

Although both very well dressed, they were sporting two distinct styles. Jimin had a bomber jacket with flowery motifs, a fairly simple but elegant flowy shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans falling over his boots, his heels giving him a distinctive posture, while Taehyung, on par with the intensity of his gaze, was adorned with a black ensemble, a tailored suit with a tight undershirt, the only touch of color shining in the piece of emerald dangling around his neck.

Jimin saw her first. He darted to her to bring her back to their high table, one arm around her and radiating warmth as always.

“Here’s the rockstar! You were amazing and you … smell of garbage?” He grimaced.

Taehyung, that was sipping on his red strawberry juice through a loop-di-loo straw, added with a frown, “and blood.”

“You should smell the other guy, hehe. Had some trash to- blood?” She turned on herself, round eyed, searching for the source of it. The lower side of her shirt had a black trail.

“Oh hell. Why are vampire blood stains impossible to wipe out?”

“I don’t know, Sae, we are demonic creatures who feed on the life blood of the innocent. We have no respect for clean laundry.”

“Is there truly no end to your wickedness?”

“Nop, some of them even get souls and sneak their way into our hearts.” Chipped in Jimin, throwing his arm around his pouting friend.

Taehyung’s voice suddenly got quieter. “I’m not the one that sneaked my way into anything…”

“Alright you two, she took the soju from Jimin’s hands who immediately protested, and downed it without flinching, time to go back to the Inn before Namjoon-ssi freezes to death sitting in the dark, in his favorite armchair, waiting for us to walk in to dramatically light up the reading lamp and tell us how disappointed he is in us but me specifically, because he was expecting more from the Slayer and this band is taking my attention away from my duties and-”

“You go ahead. Tae and I are gonna hang around some more. There’s supposed to be fireworks downtown later, and street vendors! Sure you don’t want to come with?”

“Naah, I’m beat. Gotta open the shop tomorrow, too. I found being able to open my eyes truly improves my work ethics. Have fun though. Don’t come home too late!”

“Couldn’t even if I tried. See ya, Saenie.”

With a squeeze on the arm of Jimin, the brunette adjusted her jacket to hide the stain and walked out into the night to her fate… Kim Namjoon’s wrath.

The next day. Early morning. In the Magic Shop.

Saein was slouching on the counter, pushing her cap further and further down while Namjoon was stress-arranging a boxload amount of books, in precarious balance over the shakiest chair he could find, too absorbed in his diatribe to care.

“[…] and I understand that you are a young woman,” The man was three years older than her “and of course, of course you should have the freedom to pursue your own interest, believe me I do understand, did I tell you I used to be in a band myself? […]”

In the early morning lights, the store was empty. Their clientele tended to have busy nights. Hell, their pretty and deadly reception clerk tended to have busy nights, and would be taking a nap right now if the owner hadn’t took the opportunity to continue a sermon he had had started since she had come back from the gig last night. As tired and wanting-to-pull-her-brain-out-with-that-red-bic-pen Saein was, she couldn’t blame him. Namjoon-ssi was giving her a place to live, and a place to work at, among others life-saving favors. She knew it couldn’t be easy being her Watcher and sometimes she wished she could be more of the kind of Slayer he thought the world deserved.

“But I only worry that in your case. Your responsibilities, unfortunately, they demand a lot. I’m wondering if it may be distracting you from the duties that incomb on a Slayer. For generations-”

The sharp shimmer of the bell interrupted him. Oh, thank god.

A man walked in. A jean jacket above an oversized white tee, fluffy black hair falling back on his eyes, and a pair of clear glasses he pushed back while taking in his surroundings.

The Magic Shop was a lot to take in for the first time comers. Behind a modest and somewhat hidden entrance among all the other flashy shops in the busy street, the half library, half store opened on an unexpected sea of racks filled with curiosities, candles and crystals, hooks and nooks made by shelves of books and sprinkled by the occasional brown armchair. Everything was lit by scattered windows but none as impressive as the enormous round stained-glass in the midst of the staricase leading to the mezzanine floor. The interior and the furniture itself seemed to have stayed exactly how it had been put there fifty years ago, all wooden and stonemade, but touches of outdated modernity had been sprayed above it, mostly for the electricity and computers.

Saein perked up and flashed a corporate smile.

“Welcome! Can I help you with anything?”

It wasn’t only an innocent question. Most people wandered in by accident, wanting to browse around out of curiosity, not understanding what they were seeing and amused by it. The others, well the others usually came with a specific task at heart.

The man rapidly binked as he seemed taken aback by the burst of energy of the salesgirl in search of an escape.

“.. H-hi, I… I’ve been there before actually…”

“Oh.”

She didn’t even try hiding her disappointment. He passed his hand nervously on the back of his neck.

“Buuut, it’s been so long, you know. I’m sure everything changed, and my memory pff so bad. You could… maybe, help me if that’s- hmm, yeah.”

Her smile brightened up once more.

“Of course! That’s my job, and I’m great at it!” Saein was so busy with her otherwise career that she wasn’t at the store nearly long enough to remember half of the way things were documented and stored here. She also never got a taste for the more witchy parts of it and could not tell apart a love potion to a bad breath one if it wasn’t written on the label. But who needed to know that when Namjoon was on the cusp of sending her in another remontrance prison and the customer was stuttering, accomadating to her and cute. Really cute. When he walked past her, she couldn’t help but make a note of how easy on the eye his silhouette was.

“What are you looking for?”

In the background, the phone rang, she didn’t pay attention to it. Quickly, Namjoon picked it up.

The client roughed through his pocket before exiting a piece of paper.

“I got a list, but mostly I was hoping to find anything you got on differential planes and interportal travels. I heard Dr. Willingham wrote a lot about this”

She squinted her eyes. He mistook it.

“I’m writting a book.”

“Hmm. Well I’m not an expert of postal airplanes, but I can look up the good doctor in the inventory list if you want.”

“That’d be great! I’ll just take a look around while you do that, Miss…”

Did she mention he was really cute?

“Bang, Bang Saein.”

Something flashed in his eyes that the Slayer didn’t quite catch, and his demeanor changed all the more slightly.

His tongue passed on his lips, a habit that the girl did not found not attractive, as he took two steps away.

“Bang Saein… Hi.”

She cocked her head, amused by the sudden sweetness in his voice, or was it tension?

“Hi.”

“Nice to meet you.”

His smile grew charmingly, with a hint of nerves, while he was still walking backwards towards the shelves but always positioning himself in way to be facing her.

Was he …checking her out?

“Nice to meet you too, Mr…?”

His stare that had been avoiding her all this time, darting from one place to another, was now intently on her.

“Min Yoongi, the man answered, my name is Min Yoongi.”

The armchair’s foot hit his boot and made him stumble. He coughed the embarassment away while Saein clear laugh echoed in.

“Alright then, I’ll get you the books, Min Yoongi-nim. I’ll be right back.”

He nodded, suddenly stretching his mouth in a straight line that were making his cheeks stand out, and turning away as soon as it was acceptable. Nevermind cute, he was adorable, she thought while walking away, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing to come this morning after all.

When she reached the reception counter again, Namjoon was still on the phone, a worrisome wrinkle in-between his eyebrows.

“Pleace, sir, calm down. I understand you’re being serious, I’m not- Sir, please, I believe you. How about you come by the shop when you have time later and … oh right, we’re open right now… Very well, very well. See you then.”

And hangs up with a sigh.

Saein tried to sneak by to snatch the inventory book they never took time to digitalize, holding her breath on her tiptoe. She had it tight againt her chest, almost homefree, when:

“Oh Saein, it’s good you’re here.”

Every single time.

“I’ve got a customer…

“I’m not sure yet, but you might have to go on patrol tonight.”

“Another relative with a bad bite on the neck disappeared from their coffin?”

“Not this time, I’m afraid.”

“Too bad, that’s a tune I know. What is it then?”

“We’ll know more later, they said they’ll stop by for the details. They don’t seem very, hm, accustomed by the surnatural, but they did mention a haunted house quite a few times.”

“...”

The uncharacteristic silence finally made Namjoon turn away torwards his protegee.

“What?”

“Don’t do that to me.

I hate haunted houses.”

She repeated, muttering as the night had settled in, the moonlight shining on that muddy path they were walking on, towards the haunted house. The Slayer had never claimed to be fearless, if only a bit bold and intrepid, but certainly not fearless. Especially when it came with ghosts and walls. Namjoon had assured her ghosts weren’t real, not as such, at least not to the extent that he knew of, although there had been cases of haunted places all throughout history before and who knows, they were discovering new cases every day so … And had only made it worse. The only thing keeping Saein down on earth was the poor client at their side making her jitters seem like a mild case. His name was Jung Hoseok. He was a lawyer in Seoul that had just moved here with his ill mother that had requested to see her old childhood home once again. His fancy clothes, at the high of fashion and falling so perfectly on him it made it seem like it was sawn for him, and might have been as wealth was dripping from him and his espensive watch, and yet the first thing that came to Saein’s mind when she met him earlier was pure warmth. Under the obvious fear and turmoil of a man that never had to deal with anything close to this, he was exuding a soothing presence.

Hoseok was explaining pressingly to Jimin, whom she had begged to come on the excuse that he was better with reassuring people, what she had heard earlier.

“At first I thought it might the stress from moving, or maybe the illness had developped but then I started feeling it too. Even while I was wide awake, it was like living in a nightmare. I just, I had to get out of there, you know. If it wasn’t for my mom, I would have sold that place to the first poor guy passing by, but she loves it. She won’t even talk about it.”

“Letting go of the place you grew up in is always hard. We’ll do everything we can to give her that back. Saein is great at fighting monsters, that’s kind of her thing.”

“Is it? I’ve been meaning to ask but, what are you guys?”

“That’s, you know what, that’s actually a great question! How did you find us?” She asked. Saein was more used to stumble upon someone’s business than being commissioned into one. It’s not like she was advertising her situation.

“Someone at the bar gave me the shop’s phone number. I was venting and they said you were the ones that could help.”

“Weird. But on theme.”

“I was desperate and I had nothing to lose, and now I’m walking with two strangers in the dark holding knives and, is that a stick?”

“A mighty stick. Pointy, even.”

“You don’t want to know. Think of it as her blanket stick, she needs it for emotional support even though it will do nothing against ghosts…” Jimin snarked.

“Everything will do nothing against ghosts, they’re ghosts! … And! They’re not real … I hope.”

“Oh, there we are.”

Hoseok had stopped in his track as soon as the lights of the house came into view through the veil of the fog that had rose in the distance.

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danko420 · 2 months

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im having a hard time not getting fired by my job...

I've already run my mouth in support of Palestine to a few different people but ive been keeping a mental checklist of like... morally reprehensible thoughts and activities... basically everytime someone says something and i have to bite my tongue or else go into a rant about why Thing Bad.

Yesterday was sort of the last straw but i'll cover the previous 2 first:

- nice irish lady wearing h*rry p*tter merch (i cant believe in 2024 i still have to explain to ANYONE jkr is a terf who thinks all transwomen are perverts trying to harass women in public washrooms but HERE WE ARE. ALSO p sure we have a transwoman in the office but i havent had a chance to talk to them yet so not 100% sure. By wearing it, even if its old and not a recent purchase, you are signaling to trans and queer people who see it that you value fantasy kids stories more than the real world suffering of marginalized people, and are not a safe person to talk to... and shes HR)

- several people using and encouraging use of generative ai to produce images instead of paying an artist (the first time it came up was someone trying to generate a design for a floral centerpiece for a banquet- which we were already hiring a florist to handle... so, trying to steal work from small local business owners. second time was when i was designing some posters for around the office, someone made a joke i dont even remember about what we could put on one and i think i replied like "yeah if i can find a picture of it" and they were like "we have ai we can make pictures of anything!" and i swiftly removed myself from the conversation. At least that time we werent going to be taking money from anyone because they were just fun posters and were in no way generating profit but STILL.)

- my boss drives a tesla (didnt realize it was a tesla when i got in but saw the big tablet screen in the dash and started rambling about how stupid cyber trucks are- to which she mentioned her husband wanted one. when i mentioned it was like they threw out all the established knowledge and practices for vehicle safety we had developed over like a century of having cars she seemed to imply that was good in a gotta break to remake things sorta way (i think her exact statement was about like... we would still be all using diesel if things didnt change, which like... not really the same thing as getting rid of crumple zones and side mirrors but go off i guess). i said m*sk was evil and she said she didnt support what he does but does support the work his scientists are doing, and its like... cant do one without the other... owning a tesla means financially supporting el*n m*sk, therefore it is immoral- i do not have the patience or time to list all his crimes, if you dont know already pls look it up. ALSO she named it Toad (like from mario) because its red with white detailing and im like... cute but not cute enough to make up for it being a tesla)

and im just... im just so tired every day. I come home every day scared i put my foot in my mouth and i will be let go... part of me hopes i will be so i can be free of this purgatory and 2 hour daily commute, but im not actively or consciously trying to risk this job because it took me 5 months to fuckin find it...

Its just like.. if i know better its my moral obligation to correct someone, to mitigate harm, but in doing so im risking harm to myself (losing my job, someone snapping and physically attacking me, etc)

im just really disappointed in the world every damn day

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carrdboard · 8 months

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vent post cause its heavily needed before i go fucking mental

obvious tw and cw for just a massive vent ablur god knows what

i have a ficking issue with myself snd relationships. when im not in a fucking relationship i feel paranoid i feel constantly anxious i dont gk outside i just become a fucking snail in a shell. i dont feel secure. so as one fucking chronically online person does it just spontaneously get myself into them without realizing the weight of it. and evrrytime it fucks me over and i know this but i csnt stop. i csnt fucking stop and jt wont end why wont it end. why cant i just wake the FUCK up and notice what im FUCKING DOING. i got a fucking reality check earlier from both of my insanely good friends and fucking boom here i am breaking down and having flashback episodes and practically fucking SCREAM CRYING over the most pathetic shit i cant fucking control. my bf got mad at me over one small thing, nkt even that big of a deal, a normal thing any boyfriend would get mad about and my mind fucking explodes!! hey kameron remember this trauma? yeah remember when you were 7 and slashed your arm with your nails until you bled?? yeah you remember that?? now relive it and go sit in a corner snd rock back and forth until a loud noise your dog makes scares you and knocks you out of it!! yeah thatll make it better!! like fuck i cant escpae anymore!! everythings so fucking blurry and for some fucking reason the ONE FUCKING TIME I WANT TO BELIRVE I HAVE PEOPLE IN MY FUCKING HESD THEY DONT FUCKING SAVE ME FROM THSI PAIN. THIS FUCKING AGONY I AM FEELING, THE FUCKING BREAKDOWN I AM HAVING. they just sit and watch!! im sk tired kf constantly being triggered by small things when i, as a whole DO NOT GET OFFENDED OR FUCKING TRIGGERED BY ANYTHING. FUCK PEOPLE COULD TALK ABOUT THE MOST HORRIBLE SHIT AND ID BE FINE. but no, when it comes to one small reminder of my father? yeah. thats it apparently!!! one small arguuement that reminds me of him? thats it! thats all! thats all MY FUCKING HEAD CAN TAKE. fuck this fucking body and fuck everything. i wanna fucking just leave u wanna sleep i dont wanna wake up.

#kameron vent errm #tw #cw

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princess-hope-selfships · 7 months

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I have a few selfship children, like, kids I had with an f/o but they've been mostly in my head and I think I'm going to make a post about them to give them concrete identities, this is gonna be long and mostly for my reference pfft

My Kids with Elliott

Primrose and Salvador!!! Primrose is the eldest. In my head she's about 8, and Salvador is maybe 3 or 4.

Primrose is a rambunctious little child, loves to play pretend, very imaginative and curious!

She LOVES the animals on the farm, tries to spend time with them, sometimes even ends up bothering them lmao she will sometimes get in trouble for stressing them out by trying to play with them I think

Takes a leader role when she's playing with Salvador

Salvador is also super rambunctious, often gets into places he shouldn't 'cause he's just so damn small and fast lmao

Salvador eagerly follows Primrose everywhere, he thinks she's so cool and wants to be just like her.

Sometimes Primrose gets him in trouble or tries to frame him for things she did, the crafty lil kid

Salvador is scared of most of the animals 😂 He LOVES the cat though, and he's the only one the cat tolerates bothering her like that, to the point of cuddling up with Salvador on her own accord

They are loved by everyone in town!!!! Because I yearn for idyllic small town life. Primrose especially likes Haley and Emily, she likes Haley's fashion sense and loves when she does makeup on her. She really likes Emily's energy and the weird stuff she does. Salvador really likes Gus, always wants to get dinner at the Saloon. Gus loves Salvador's appetite and willingness to try new foods, and always gives him free snacks. Salvador also really likes Shane for some reason??? I think he thinks Shane's standoffishness means that he's shy so he wants to make him feel included lmao

My Kids with Sidon

Thresher and Frill our beloved little zora babies 🥺

They exist in the AU where I become a Zora via a Zora mask like in Maj/ora's Ma/sk, blah blah blah

Thresher and Frill hatched together on the same day only minutes apart. Thresher hatched first.

Thresher is a wild child, very loud and excitable like his father

Frill is a shy kid, a little soft-spoken and very clingy to her parents

Thresher is super protective of Frill but also wants her to come with him on his little adventures!

Though I do think Thresher sometimes gets in trouble for picking on his sister. He can be a little shit sometimes, I think lol he takes things away from her so he can look at it or play with it, and plays keepaway

But if anyone else does that stuff to her he gets really upset and might even get into fights with them

Thresher is also super protective of me, I think, even from Sidon sometimes when Sidon and I are roughhousing or he's picking on me for being short or something pffft Thresher run in like I'LL SAVE YOU MAMA

Thresher thinks his dad is SO COOL and he's right but yeah FDSFH SUPER IDOLIZES HIS DAD !!!

Thresher looks up to Dorephan too, and loves to hear his stories about his feats as the previous king. He loves to hear about Zora history. He probably asks Sidon to recount his own experiences as a bedtime story.

Frill is so creative and so smart, she loves to make her own little pieces of jewelry and she loves gemstones. She collects rocks that she finds, whether or not they're gems, she just has a rock collection and she loves to talk about her rocks and what she named them and makes up stories about them. Of course, we all listen super intently.

Possible Kid with Demyx???

I've had a thought about having a child with Demyx ahfkdjsh he means so much to me and I can kind of imagine us having a kid eventually...

I remember having a fankid designed when I was in high school and selfshipped with Demyx lmao and his name was August, inspired by the film Aug/ust R/ush... idk if I would do that again but I'm considering it..?

They would be such an imaginative little child... with two artists for parents, I think they are just downright wacky and creative and fun and we just absolutely love them and we encourage that creativity so much.

They eagerly learn music and how to play instruments with Demyx!!! Maybe even write him songs and get super excited to play them for him!!

They are genderfluid like their dad!!!

THEY LOVE SORA SOOOOO MUCHHHH I think Sora would be such a wonderful big brother figure to them!!!

#hope be like [blogs loudly]#self ship kids #tagging so I can find this post later

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wolfclaire · 6 months

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Hallo I'm back with chapter 2(Guess I'm making an AU at Tumblr-)

The players await the next game, nervous and scared.

Jimmy glanced up, staring at Pearl. She looked like she zoned out, which is quite weird for someone who just disappeared and got into a goose chase with someone she never knew.

He sighed, wings tightly folded on his back.

As time passed, everyone started to grow anxious(Pearl’s still zoned out for some reason). “Oh come on! When’s the next game gonna start?!” Martyn exclaimed, irritated. A scoff escaped Cleo, rolling her eyes. “You’re lucky it hasn’t started yet, aren’t you grateful?!” Then, an argument started between the two. Lizzie scooted further into the corner of her cage, Etho was just pacing, and Sk-

CLANG

Everyone’s gaze shot to the source, eyes wide and shaking.(Except Pearl(Don’t ask))

It was Grian, who looked badly beaten up and… Are those bones?!

His arm looked to be mauled, he looked weak and filled with dread. His eyes fixated on the space rift whatever that formed when he crashed, wide eyes and heavy breathing.

“Found him~” An unfamiliar voice said, grinning at him.

A figure that looked to be human came out of nowhere and bit his other arm, making Grian scream. The trapped players all had a mix of both confusion and shock, seeing their manipulator get beaten up by people they have no idea who. Jimmy had fear cling to him, but yet deep down there was just a small satisfaction that lay.

“WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!” Grian hissed, tears welling up his eyes. “Oh, us?” A deer hybrid laughed. Where in the world are these people coming from???

“We’re the Readers, the ones who had been watching you make everyone suffer, especially Pearl over there.” The blonde explained with a grin, pointing at the moth hybrid. Lizzie looked in confusion, still huddled in the corner. “The… Readers?” A mushroom gnome nodded. (At this point I’m just using the reader's profiles💀)

“Do you think Wolf will like it if I decide to do arson here again?” An elf asked, strolling to them while holding a flint and steel. “Definitely not, but Saint will!” The blonde answered, holding Grian down as he contemplated his life choices.

Jimmy furrowed his eyebrows, then looked back at Pearl. She was still zoned out, making Jimmy more worried.

… What is happening?

tbh it just keeps getting more scuffed every story so I'll let the other readers continue this chaos-

See ya' again next time!>:D

Come on Readers, let's have some fun :D

#alone together #alone together ask #grian #fans punishing grian #AU Readers story

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 2 years

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Alright hereʻs part 3: the last three suits Peter makes/wears, which all happen to be black lol — only the first one is black because his aunt died, the rest are just cause... they ended up that way. but until that black and red one he still uses the other unstable molecule suits like stealth, sometimes he'll do the red and blue for certain things (trying not to scare small children, for example)

(pt. 1: handmade suits (aka high school and college): link)

(pt. 2: FF suits: link)

UPDATE (jan 2024): ripping the widow suit from Peter and modifying it for Kaine. more than likely Peter will be in the black and white suit in the middle there when he dies.

closeups/details under the cut:

alright so just to get this out of the way the first black suit is cause Peter's aunt dies in 2023 due to failing health (technically kaine's fault but because of something that happened 11 years earlier, but, you know, it's fine,) and Peter's sad about it

this isn't based on any comics suits but it is actually... one of my existing designs that I've used before (though a slightly modified version) for an AU where... Peter... is a murderer lol BUT THAT'S NOT APPLICABLE HERE.

in this AU it's just black cause his aunt died. He doesn't wear it very long. It just felt, to him, like wearing head to toe bright red and blue was obnoxious and the FF suits just reminded him of Johnny dying (though johnny came back a while ago but still, bad memories dug up) so he made himself a black suit. A bit of texture, a bit of black gloss on black matte, dorky mirrored lenses since you gotta sneak the red and blue in somewhere—

the shoes aren't much to write home about.

as you can see by the note, neither of peter's 2020s black suits have stealth capabilities. If he needs that he just shifts into the FF suit or whatever. he really doesn't need it most of the time anyway, black is plenty stealthy.

this is obviously loosely based on The Black Costume™. but this one isn't a symbiote, it's just black and white. Some of the design cues were taken from his initial black suit

(this one)

as well as from mid-2000s comics, in terms of eye shape, but obviously, though there are actually similarities between the symbiote and the unstable molecules (basically one's alive and one isn't, on the flip side one is weak to fire and the other is fireproof), the unstable molecule black suit peter adds to his rotation is a little more physical looking (well, the lenses are at least) as well as a little bit glossier but not as latex-shiny as the inverted FF suit.

the end result ended up extremely Space Knight-y which wasn't on purpose but I'm fine with that esp since there is no Space Knight Venom in this timeline lol so Peter using an unstable molecule suit with a similar aesthetic is not that weird. (anyway, SK kinda looks like a buffer version of the inverted FF already)

But anyway this is basically what he switches to a year after his aunt died. he still doesn't really feel right in the blue and red, and he acknowledges the black suits are kinda... 👀😳 sexy (felicia and flash, and everyone else i'm sure, told him as much) so he sticks to black for a bit, though again he still has the other suits and sometimes wears them if he needs to be more... fun i guess. or more stealthy, though for him wearing black is typically enough to be sneaky.

it's got pretty slim and simple soles not unlike the FF suit's, though not exactly the same.

and then...

well.

—this has been changed and Peter won't be having this costume after all, though I do like it a lot. (I'm co-opting it to give to Kaine in a slightly modified way instead) but i'm including the close-ups etc.

kinda going for a translucent and yet opaque effect on the lenses, like a cabochon of red glass that blocks all the light... benefits of unstable molecules: can do literally w/e the hell i want to the lenses and it's feasible for him to still see out of them lmao

Obviously this is loosely based on/inspired by the black and red suit from SM/DP and/or the suit Felicia gives Peter in the Insomniac game, but... it's not exactly the same obviously, and the logo is completely different. Color scheme is the same, it does have stealth capabilities which are permanently enabled (and can't be turned off, unlike the FF suit), and he basically only wears this from now on partially as a form of aposematism (a warning of his danger) and partially because he's a brooding edgelord (i mean, kaine had to get it from somewhere 😂) (and yet also still extremely sappy w/ flash at home... the duality of man, is that the more dangerous and powerful he becomes as spider-man, the gentler he is as peter, because he's terrified of what he could do to his wife, to a friend, to a bystander, in a moment of carelessness. He used to want kids. (Flash said no.) He doesn't want kids anymore.)

snuck in the little hourglass on the shoes, since i don't like the glove look and i wanted to keep it minimal though obviously the theming is black widow-y... not natasha though lol

edit: changed the soles, didn't like the lugged outsoles, made it smooth instead for a sleek aesthetic, and like it better now.

anyway hourglass also has a double meaning beside the fact that it's a signifier of his deadliness, which is that his time is running out—he'll be killed around 5 years after making this suit 😅💀 just before his 50th birthday... another thing i'm still working out details on but i think he'll die wearing this. feels thematically right lol

has claws, naturally (kaine: dude that's my thing). peter's only clawed suit, actually. and a little shoutout to the red hourglass on the palms of the suit that inspired this one.

compare this black and red suit to the version in Spider-Man/Deadpool and the videogames Dark Suit (though obviously there's no DP or anything like that in my AU, and Felicia didn't make it for him either; if anything this will be related to grim hunt in some way):

might be worth still allowing Peter to have this costume but changing the spider logo to match the comics and video game and then, idk about the soles. i don't love the ones i did for the drawing and those are going to kaine anyway so probably something different for that.

also peter loses some teeth in the process of the whole "killing someone" ordeal lmao (if that happens, idk)

so he has partial dentures in the last 5 years of his 40s/life lol

#nadiart #fanadiart #peter parker #spiderman #arghdesign #spider-man #shiny art #yes they are still married during all of this #yes even after peter tells flash he killed someone #peterflash timeline au #came in through the window last night

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Hey sk i heard you are a new parent, and i am too, it would be nice to hear from another regressor the experience of raising a child alongside being small, i am really exited to share my interests with my kid, but i am also scared of the future

So I’ve been avoiding this ask for awhile now. I needed to word it in a way that doesn’t hurt me much and maybe “teach” others in a not oo straightforward manner….but

Pregnancy doesn’t always guarantee that you’ll become a parent…and that’s what’s been happening to me.

I’m seeing people in movies getting a positive test and they immediately get a bump the next time we see them, but…real life doesn’t work like that. I’ve been getting pretty upset talking about this, but after trying actively for a year now, I think I’m able to do it now.

I’m type 1 diabetic with hypothyroidism. It’s very and I mean VERY difficult for me to not …”fail”… at my attempts. Getting there isn’t the problem, it’s the journey that’s incredibly hard for me.

Never passed 2.5 months unfortunately.

#tw miscarriage #cw miscarriage #/negative

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spencerisacrackhead · 2 years

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should I continje using this as random diary. Maybe I should. I don't think anyone who knows me avtaully follows this so thank god. I started using this first when I got into college few years ago that I didn't like and fwlt super lonely. Like i didnt have anyone to turn to. So this void over here was my stress reliever. I think. Anywho. ...

Im kinda at a low point again. I am super lonely and have no one to turn to again. I know not all hope is lost but I genuenly feel like a lost all my friends by behaving like I usually do. I don't really know how to fix myself....yknkw like the way my brain works etc etc .(honestly it sabotages me all the time). But that was fine cuz I always had my friends to distract me to comfort me ., To juts be there. And now exactly bcoz kf it i feel like I'm loosing them. The thing is in so scared of confrontations and I'd rather hide and talk things out . And even this is so stupid.....hiding, thinking they're mad at me, i should apologize and behave bettwr. It's very imature. who ma I to think and project feeling onto them. Who know what they're thinking, it's stupid to speculate anf and and uhhh sowmthing about apologizing.

Fact is I apologized so many time for so manythibgs it feels kieka a joke to even think about doing that again. Isn't everyone tired of me of me saying that

But I don't think it's is. I think my friends don't really think about that kinda stuff that deeply. Even when I started opening up, I realized that thought hasn't even crossed their mind. So in reality I'm juts overthinking and getting upset and emouonal over small things. Maybe they dknt even care, maybe they just want to simply communicate with me. But I feel so guilty and I apsoletly cannot muster courage to talk to them any futher.

The kind of person I a. How i behave. What does it all mean. I don't want them to see that' side of me, sk they see something else, something completely twisted. I don't want to show them my weaknesses...or at least what I think of it as a weakness, so I close up. I am cold and distant. I am rude. Not a good friend. So what is the solution. Apologize for appearing bad, for hiding yourself.....for what..... AT THE END OF THE THEY WHERE AM IM WGERE DK I STAND.

This Hannt been quite helpful but maybe it helps in the future

#Just remembered I keep having nightmares about this #Nothing new

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batpham-discord-highlights · 2 years

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Twin Switch AU

Source: #ghosts-and-bats

amg I got this hilarious idea OK

Fenton family at like museum in Gotham or something, when one of batman's villains attack.

Well Jack accidentally grabs the wrong kid, in the panic. (Wrong kid could be any of the bats though Tim or Damian for full batfam dynamic kek.)

Dick or Bruce being in civilian form ends up with Danny because of the mix up.

Lol combine it with twin au and it make even more funny.

Dick probably don’t know what to do cause stuck with Danny inside building so just waiting on backup.

And noticing small things about Danny.

While Damien stuck with Fenton’s because they're not letting Damian slip away lol. Jazz is the one to point out they didn’t grab Danny.

Dick : So....wanna play Uno?

Danny : ....

Dick imprints on Danny in 5 seconds flat

Damien tolerates Jazz because she's obviously the one with all the brain cells

E_P

Jazz: You do realize you just kidnapped someone else's kid?

Maddie: Don't be ridiculous, that's your brother.

Jazz: Look again

Both Damien and Danny are frustrated because the switch means they can't sneak off and play hero

Can see Danny slightly showing hints of his own heroism. while they’re in a hostage situation lol.

Yes, Jazz n Damian having to deal with parents lol. Jazz trying to converse with Damian lol

Dick, freaking out: Why does this kid show no signs of self-preservation? Does he have a death wish? Is he suicidal?

E_P

Jazz is meanwhile concerned about this kid having anger issues

Jazz: ...he keeps getting more and more upset. Is the stress getting to him? Is he having trouble processing possible trauma?

Dick is Brotherly Concerned(TM)

Jazz is going into Psychoanalysis Mode(TM)

Danny: oh no! Guess I should hide in this closet while you do your hero thing :)

Dick: don't worry kid I'm not gonna abandon you, I'll get you out of the building no problem

Danny: oh! Thanks! :)))))

Danny just wants this super friendly dude to leave him alone

Damian: I need to get out of this tank

Jazz: it's an RV

Damian: ......... (climbs toward the back window)

Jazz: I wouldn't-

Damian: (attempts to jump out at a tree only for a mechanical arm from the "RV" to catch him and put him back in.)...

Jazz: -do that...

Dick, picking up on Danny's contempt for this: (was it something I said???)

man, I want to see how Dick would react when he found out Danny is half dead

Dick: Did I fail? (self-loathing for sure)

-(Later when Danny's not in earshot)-

Tim: what did you do?

Dick: what do you mean?

Tim: I mean he obviously doesn't like you, you must've done something.

Dick: I didn't do anything!

He’s already imprinted, and Dick is so distressed about Danny not liking him

And Danny's trauma induced electrophobia only makes it worse lol

It does because it’s not liking and downright having a fear of

Everyone is having a bad time except Tim who is happy to break them out and laugh at them grabbing the wrong children

Danny does like Dick, it's not his fault Danny keeps his distance for the most part, or startles at the sound of an electric weapon turning on.

It's just a little uncomfortable, and awkward, and Danny has heroing to do that he can't escape to.

Like Danny thinks he’s super nice and kinda fun to talk too but ahh electrified and will not let him leave

Then Batman shows up and Danny's stress about the situation goes up to new heights not thought possible.

Danny snaps and starts yelling at Batman

Dick is like he’s clearly not scared of you what the hell what did I do

Danny: ...!!!! Ok! You Can Let Me Go Now!

Batman: well, you were mistaken for Bruce Wayne's son, and you look alike, too alike.

Danny: (glares at Batman for the audacity)

Danny: Fuck it! I'm leaving! Just find me later! (Walks into a closet and slams the door closed)

Batman: (opens it to reveal empty closet)

If looks could kill Danny would have murdered him

Dramatic entrances and leaves run in the family lol

Probably snatched some DNA samples later lol run tests

Danny gets to his family just to find Damien who looks like him and is somehow even more upset

Damian meets Danny and is impressed that he escaped their watch.

Damian is impressed, Danny is absolutely flipping shit and just wants to leave

Jazz would be apologizing to Damian about all the inventions/weapons lying around, and Damian wouldn't hear anything past "weapons" and trying to figure out how stuff works. Jack and Maddie are happy "Danny" is interested. I think the weapons range would be involved.

They straight up just steal Damian

Danny: let me guess, You're the "Bruce Wayne's Son" that the Bat gang confused me for

Damian: they- .... I'll kill them.

(He thought he just straight up got kidnapped by idiots and thought the Bats would get him after the fight)

Damian refuses to leave out of spite

"They can come to me and face me themselves"

Danny just gives up

The Fenton’s just accept they have 2 Dannys lol

Great you’ll get along with Dani perfectly

They do

Give Dami weapons like sure boyo happy ur interested take what u want

also, the Fenton’s (at least Jack) have canonically put their house in another dimension. It would totally be plausible to them that Damian is an alternate universe Danny

And Danny dealt with the threat quickly because it was a ghost, he just did a quick punch'n'thermos and then flew home. Even Batman can't track a ghost without the proper equipment.

---- he second guesses this when Batman shows up at his house later, but they were just getting Damian so he's fine.

Damian coming home with an arsenal

Dick be like: wha- how'd you get here before us?

Danny, deadpan: hitchhiked in a racecar.

Damian still full of spite: Look at all these weapons my other parents gave me.

Batman: alright, what did you steal from those people

Damian: I'll have you know they gave me these willingly (unloads all the handheld weapons from his suit)

Lol no one believes him til Jack like oh and don’t forget this one boyo! It’ll vaporize any ghost into ash.

It’s a rocket launcher

Batman is confused

What if they gave Damian a hazmat suit?

They now have to convince Damian, they didn’t mistake him they were just watching the ‘civilian’. Do not go home with the crazy people

Bruce "adopts blue eye, black hair kids" Wayne getting Uno reverse carded by Jack "Dad Shaped" Fenton adopting his biological son (both of them!)

Tim is having the time of his life over the coms

Jason gets there late and so confused what did you do and why is Damian disowning us

Why is there two Damians

Until Jason hears about free weapons then like “Ah, my new family”

Tim heads out just to join the Jason and Damian in the new fam

It’s mostly just because it’s funny how huffy batman gets. he has to bribe them to come home

Danny doesn't help

Dick is asked if he wants to join too by Jazz, she thinks it’s funny

Batman tries bribing him and Danny's just like "idk B-Man I think he needs more incentive than that..."

Cassandra just goes and starts standing next to Jazz (where did she come from?)

Batman got out adopted by a family that calls all the black hair children Danny or girl Danny

It takes Batman a minute to realize these normal people shouldn’t have an Arsenal in the back of their vehicle

M/F

An arsenal or Arsenal the outlaw?

or: both

An arsenal

He Broke in when Jason mentioned laser guns

another causality of their poor eyesight😔😔

They call him boy Jazz

and eventually Damian talks about that’s they’re like and now the bats are just super concerned for these children

After they stop making fun of Batman

he is so concerned for these rude, rude, weapon children

Lol yes gotta get over making fun of Bruce

AU where Danny's parents simply need a wake-up call but otherwise they're fine parents, and very eccentric

The bat-kids love the Fenton Family so much.

M/F

Honorary aunt and uncle

I had to put my phone on the charger and walk away for a little while, but damn I love all of this so much. Just yes

Ok but what if they get really buddy-buddy to the point of the Fenton Family being in on the Batman family secret. (Fenton-Parents think Bruce Wayne is hilarious)

Vlad gets So Mad when he finds Bruce Wayne having tea with Maddie on a Sunday morning visit.

Danny, having spent more time with Damian and Jason, just shoots Vlad point blank<333 /j

Just no hesitation

"Daniel what the FUCK is Bruce Wayne doing in your kitchen?"

Danny: omg you actually cursed, this is the best or worst day of my life. Depends on if you attack me now.

Also, he’s technically my dad so ha

[Vlad.exe has stopped working]

[Vlad.exe has overheated from confusion and rage]

Bluescreened

He just, fades away in front of Danny (bcz he's dramatic) so he can just kinda,,,, sit at home.

Maddie: oh, what did Vlad want to talk to you about?

Danny: he was just checking in

Maddie: is he still in your room?

Danny: no? he left, you must've just missed him :)

#dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #damian al ghul #dick grayson #batman #bruce wayne #batfam #batfamily #jack fenton #maddie fenton #jazz fenton #discord shenanigans

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littlelioncub43 · 3 years

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Anything: Day III

Summary: Day 3 of your birthday celebration week and Lee finds himself in a bind. You like him like that, anyway.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x fem!reader

Warning: 18+ ONLY (MINORS DNI, I mean it.), smut, fluff, slight dom/sub dynamics, kinda dom!reader, kinda sub!Lee, bondage, teasing, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (y’all, use protection, please), creampie, photographing sex, so I guess homemade porn?? Idk, Lee being pussy whipped but in the best way possible.

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: I feel a little weird about this one, maybe I didn’t execute it the way I planned or wanted, but I still really like it. I hope you do too! Please let me know what you think about it, I’d love to hear your constructive compliments and how you feel about it. Let me know if you want to be on the taglist! Also, please reblog, comment, send me an ask, or a carrier pigeon, I love hearing back from you guys. Y’all make it worth the work :) I love you all so very much, just as you are, and as you will be.

Kisses 💋

—K

Series Masterlist

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“You know you can tell me to stop anytime, right?”

“Yes, Princess, I know.”

“You remember the word?”

“Pistol.”

Standing next to the bed, you smile and tighten the metal handcuffs around Lee’s wrists, the silver restraints holding his arms above his head comfortably. He swallowed softly, his eyes dark with lust. When your eyes meet, you suddenly feel bashful, the weight of the situation sinking in ever so slowly. Lee grins back up at you, his hand naturally reaching out to caress your cheek but the tug of cuff keeps him in place. You groan softly at the sight, the realization that Lee wants to touch you, but he can’t is doing wonders to your confidence. The small traces of bashfulness giving way to a deep desire that you never knew you had.

“Oh, Daddy, you look so handsome like this,” you moan softly, your smile darkening to a smirk, your hand petting his cheek how he wished to do to you. Your eyes drink in the beautiful sight before you: Lee laid on his back beneath you, his famously wandering hands bound to each of the bedposts, his shirt and pants tossed into the laundry hamper, leaving him only in his boxers. His face was tinted now with a soft blush at the praise and at the damn near predatory look in your eyes.

Lee never thought he would end up here: handcuffed to the bed, completely at your mercy. You had talked him into this over lunch, telling him exactly what you would and wouldn’t do, letting him know that if he really didn’t like anything you would stop immediately. He was apprehensive about it at first, he didn’t like the idea of blatantly submitting to you, but of course you were quick to quell his worries about that too. But he wasn’t scared, not even a little bit. There wasn’t another person in his life that he trusted more.

“I won’t do anything you don’t like, and I’ll stop if you tell me to,” you said as you smiled up at him reassuringly, “it won’t be anything too crazy, Daddy, I promise.”

He chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought about it. You made a very interesting and very compelling argument. He clicked his tongue once and sighed, “alright, I’ll do it.”

You squealed happily, chanting ‘thank you’ and pressed a fat kiss to his cheek.

You finally crawl on to the bed, your movements calculated and slow, Lee can swear he’s never seen anything move so gracefully. Your gaze unwavering as you settle into his lap with a content sigh, your pantie covered core nestled right against his straining cock. Lee gasped softly at the contact, biting his lip gently to steady himself. He loved having you above him. You looked so beautiful sitting in his lap, whether you were watching TV or coming all over his fat cock.

The silk of your teal robe brushes against Lee’s exposed thighs, sending a shiver up his spine. You drag your hands up his torso, sighing at the warmth his pale skin offers you, his flesh deliciously pliant under your palms. Lee can’t fight the goosebumps that raise on his heated skin, fingers twitching anxiously. You gaze down at your husband, taking in each of his features leisurely, you weren’t in much of a rush, you wanted to make this moment last as long as humanly possible. Your fingers begin to circle Lee’s nipple, your touch feather light as he bites down on his lip a little harder.

“Come on, Princess…” he says in a choppy voice, trying to hide how much he’s enjoying your fingers, but you can see right through him.

“Aww, Daddy, you want more already?” You mock lovingly, the same sweet tone you always have now being used against him. It made Lee’s head spin, he hated and loved it all at once. The movement of your hips against his brings his attention back to you, the shock beginning to wear off. “Don’t worry, I won’t tease you very much, I promise.”

The Cheshire grin that spread across your pretty lips worried Lee, but you were quick to bring your plush lips down to meet his, giving him the kiss that you had denied him until this point. The familiar feeling of your soft lips moving against his soothed both your nerves. Pressing your body against his, you hum into his mouth as your tongue swipes across his bottom lip, he’s quick to give you entrance to his mouth, his head tipping to the side to deepen the kiss. All too soon for Lee’s liking, you pull back, leaving you both breathless. You nip at his bottom lip playfully before sitting up in his lap, that same sly smile coming to your face as you begin to rock back and forth, you pace unhurried and teasing, it makes a warning growl rumble in Lee’s chest, his face darkening to wordlessly scold you. You bite your lip, to suppress pleased grin. “You look so fucking hot when you’re angry.”

Just as he opens his mouth to say something, you give him a hard roll of your hips, his warning words dying out into a throaty groan, your folds rubbing against the outline of his cock perfectly. You giggle at his reaction, giving him three more filthy grinds, mewling softly at the deep moans that leave him. You resume the soft teasing pace you began with, leaving Lee panting and scowling at you once more. The smile on your lips only adds to his frustration, you were having way too much fun being in charge. His anger, however, dissipates as you pull the ties of your robe, letting the silk fabric fall open, slowly revealing a new set of lingerie hiding underneath.

“Fuck, Princess…” that’s exactly what you looked like. The sight of the baby pink lace panties hugging your ass and the matching bra cupping your soft breasts has Lee at a loss for words. The little iridescent flowers detailed across the fabric catches the light, making it look like you were sparkling ever so softly. For a moment, he forgets about everything, his hands lifting from the pillows above his head to reach out to you, your supple form begging for him to touch you, but the handcuffs only let him get about three inches off the bed. He groans and tugs harshly at them, willing the metal to break so he can get his hands on you, but they hold their shape much to his dismay.

“Ohhhh, Babydoll, I’m going to ruin you for this…” he growls as you smirk down at him, his own dark smirk mirroring yours. You let the robe fall from your shoulders leisurely, exposing more of your lotioned skin to Lee. You dip your lips down to hover just above his, ghosting just out of reach.

“Not if I ruin you first, Daddy,” you purr before smashing your lips to his, your teeth clacking gently at the ferocity of your kiss. It’s all tongue and spit, and it drives Lee insane not being able to pull you deeper, having no choice but to take whatever you give him. Your hips stalling as your right hand traces a line down his broad chest, drawing small shapes as you moan into the sloppy kiss. You suddenly scratch Lee’s chest, not harshly but enough to get a rise out of him, he breaks the kiss with a breathless moan, his cock painfully hard now, you feel it throb against your core through the layers of your clothes. You chuckle darkly at his reaction, kissing down the column of his throat, biting at the tender flesh there.

“No marks, Princess.” He groans, his head rolling to the side to grant you more access despite his words, his eyes shut to focus on the pleasurable sensation your lips bring to his skin. You whine disapprovingly but listen none the less, pressing soft kisses to the bitten skin you left behind.

“Hmmmm… fine.” You pout softly, making Lee smile faintly, the fact that you wanted to mark him up like he does you makes his heart swell, you were cute when you got possessive, he liked it. Your hand that snuck between you suddenly groping Lee’s hard on, the heel of your palm grinding into his sensitive tip with each move of your wrist. He lets out a surprised groan, eyes snapping open, your lips slowly making their way lower and lower on his body, your eyes trained on his as you slide down his body, tossing your robe to the floor without a care. His breathing deepens when you reach his tummy, both hands forming tight fists as he tugs once more on the cuffs, cock throbbing wildly in excitement. The sound of the clacking metal against the wooden headboard makes you grin against his skin, your hands rubbing up and down his thighs, playing with the band of his boxers.

You push at his thick thighs, urging him to spread them a little wider for you to comfortably lay between, your mouth now working at the skin just above his boxers, each kiss lower than the last. Finally, you pull the band down, Lee’s hips rising to help you pull them down his strong legs. His cock springs free, slapping with a heavy thud against his lower belly, a shudder running through his body. You moan at the sight of his erect cock, all thick and throbbing for you, your mouth watering almost comically.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re so fucking big,” you sigh and nuzzle his inner thigh, “this all for me?”

“You know it is, Princess,” Lee moans softly, starting to squirm in place as you take your time. You smile and begin to press sloppy, wet kisses to his inner thigh, heading up towards the spot that he wants you most, humming after each kiss. You raise your gaze towards your restrained husband’s face and find a pair of icy irises staring back at you, the pupils wide, lips parted as he pants, the skin of his face relaxed, making him look much younger than he is. You hold his gaze as you lick a bold stripe along the thick vein of his dick, the action drawing a faltering groan from Lee’s parted lips, his eyes squeezing shut when your hot tongue flicks at the sensitive tip of his cock.

“A-Aaah, fuck,” he bites into his bottom lip harshly. Watching his reactions, you softly blow on the wet trail you left behind, sending another near violent shiver through Lee. You giggle and plant a tongue-filled kiss to his leaking head, collecting the precum in greedy swipes of your tongue before releasing him with a lewd, wet ‘pop.’ Harsh puffs of air leave Lee as his hips lift, chasing the heat of your mouth, his hands jerking against the binds that hold him down.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re lucky I’m tied down or I’d be fuckin’ that pretty little mouth so hard you’d be cryin’,” he practically spits out, his accent stronger in his frustration, his breathing uneven and getting heavier as the moments pass. You smile at him, both hands gently gathering his balls in your palms and massaging them passionately, a move that he adores. A loud groan rings through the bedroom, Lee’s head tossing from side to side as you play with him.

“You gettin’ angry, baby?” You quirk an eyebrow at him, smiling when he struggles to form a response, new beads of salty precum drip from his head, smearing itself all over his pale torso. “Don’t worry, I know what’ll cheer you right up…”

You press a trail of chaste kisses up his shaft ending with a filthy kiss to his tip, tongue licking his precum off his skin, you can’t help but moan at the heady taste, the natural musky scent filling your senses has your eyes fluttering happily. You suckle at his tip in your mouth, cheeks hollowing out as you bob your head up and down, only taking the first 2 inches of his shaft. You press one final goodbye kiss to his head and lick your lips clean. You crawl back up his body, Lee panting heavily underneath you, eyes hooded in lust.

“You good?” You whisper to him, caressing his clean shaved cheek lovingly, you wanted to make sure he was enjoying this as much as you were. He nodded and kissed your palm to reassure you, “you’re fuckin’ amazin’ at this, Sweetheart.” He whispers back, the genuine compliment making you blush ever so softly, you give him a kiss before pulling back and reaching over to the nightstand.

There perched on your nightstand, was your camera. Lee had given it to you as a Christmas gift a few years back when you were still dating. You made sure to change the roll of film inside earlier so you wouldn’t mix it up with other, more appropriate photos. You took the camera in your hand and settled back into Lee’s lap. Reaching between you, you pull your panties to the side, letting the wet folds glide up and down his shaft, your arousal coating him with ease. Chewing your lip softly, you lift on to your knees, hovering just above him, the base of his cock held gently in your hand, your other holding the camera pointed at his face. Lee’s eyes glance up at you through the lens, feeling suddenly camera shy, you can see the bashfulness creep through his features.

“Just keep your eyes here, Daddy, it’s ok…” you soothe and run his tip along your quivering hole, he nods and lifts his head to get a better look. Once his eyes were focused, you began to slowly sink down, letting his manhood carve its way inside of you, the soft sting of the stretch making you moan, that first thrust always knocks the air out of you. You manage to keep your wits enough to snap a picture of Lee. His jaw hung open wide, plump red lips parted to let out a series of groans and gasps, eyes shut tightly, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, his cheeks a sweet rosy color. The huge muscles of his biceps flexing as he grips and pulls the chains of the handcuffs, his broad chest heaving and his soft stomach pressing into your clit perfectly.

“Oh fuck, Angel, y’feel so good,” he pants, trying to even out his breathing, the throbbing heat of your walls tightly enveloping his sensitive member has his mind reeling.

“Not nearly as good as you feel, Daddy,” You grin and press one hand into his chest, pushing him further into the mattress, his head tipping backwards to look up at you. Just as he does, you snap another photo, his clear blue eyes standing out, a ghost of a smirk on his handsome face. You begin to grind into him, still adjusting to the heavy weight of him filling you up, wanting to relish the stretch and burn much longer. The subtle rocking has you both gasping, but soon it’s not enough.

With a slow, measured lift of your hips, he slides out of you, just his tip nestled away in your tight snatch, his eyes glued to the way your walls grip him, begging him to stay inside you. Then you drop back on him just as slowly, a throaty moan vibrating in your chest. You do it over and over, each lift just as calculated as the drop, it was driving Lee crazy. Groan after groan leaves him, noticing the way you’d squeeze your cunt tightly around him each time he’d bottom out, he was breathless, he needed more, and he could tell that you needed more too, your own teasing getting to you.

“C’mon, Princess, fuck me,” he pleaded softly, lifting his hips from the bed to meet yours, the small action had your eyes widen and a shiver shake through you. He grinned pridefully, feeling a small bit of power return to him, loving the fact that he can still wreck you if he wanted. You grin back at him, leaning forward ever so slightly, putting more power into your knees as you begin to bounce. The sudden change in pace catching you both off guard, a chorus of loud moans and the slick sound of sweaty skin clapping together fills the room.

“Oh fuck, you’re so deep, so fucking deep,” you babble breathlessly, camera still pointed at Lee, your clit brushing his tummy with each downward push of your hips, sending jolts of pleasure through your limbs. You speed up, the force of your thrusts getting harder and harder, your pleasure beginning to build in your gut, the tension pulling tighter and tighter as you ride him for all you’re worth. “Fuck, Daddy, you’re gonna make me cum!”

He groans in return, legs bent to drive up into you harder, his eyes falling shut once more, concentrating on the overwhelming stimuli flooding his senses: your sweet wet pussy milking the soul out of him, your angelic moans filling the air, your soft skin pressing against his body, the slick wetness dripping down his shaft and down his balls, and the fact that he can’t do anything except for take it. A sudden roar rips through him, his lower belly tensing as the pleasure seems to double, he’s growling under his breath, pulling at the cuffs near violently, it has you worrying about his wrists.

“Don’t wanna cum, don’t wanna cum, not yet!” He growls as his toes curl in an attempt to fight off his orgasm, he refused to cum before you; he was already tied up, he didn’t need the humiliation of coming prematurely. At this point, he would rather die than finish before you. You whimper, hurriedly snapping as many photos as you can, you bounce a little faster in his lap, adding to his torture. The deep growls turning into high pitched whines and whimpers, he thrashes under you, his back arching off the bed dramatically.

“Please! Please! Please! Not yet! No! No! NO!” He begs, his hips betraying his words, they snap up into your snatch eagerly, animalistically.

“Hold it for me, Daddy,” You whine, your orgasm so close you can taste it, the tingling in your toes beginning to intensify, “M’so close!”

Your free hand coming to rub rough circles on your abused clit, determined to push yourself over the edge before Lee came. One, two, three more swipes to your poor clit tossed you head first into your high, a shrill, ear splitting scream flying from your mouth, your finger pressing the shutter button over and over, capturing all of Lee’s reactions. You tense up in his lap, the tired muscles of your inner thighs spasming as you finally release all over him, your ears ring with a pleasant buzzing, your back bowing ever so slightly as your hand leaves your clit to claw at Lee’s waist.

The gush of wetness and the unbearable tightness surrounding his cock made Lee’s voice waver, he let out a choked, confused sound as he finally emptied himself into your waiting heat, balls seizing almost painfully, the pulse of your heartbeat milking him to the brink of unconsciousness. His lungs burned as he held his breath, his eyes rolling back with yours, his entire body going rigid, hips faltering as he twitched wildly. Finally, he drew in a deep gasp of air, letting his body relax as he gulps down lungful after lungful of oxygen, a deep, loud roar tumbling from him.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” he curses as he catches his breath, his blurry vision coming back into focus, smiling dopily at your figure as you take a few more pictures before setting it down on the bed next to you. You gasp for breath with him, returning his blissed out smile, falling into his chest with a huff. He feels you nuzzling his neck, pressing kisses to the sweat damp skin you can reach, he stares up at the ceiling, slowly regaining the feeling in his limbs as the minutes roll by in a post orgasmic haze.

You lift from your spot in the crook of his neck and pet his cheek fondly, “how are you feeling, baby?”

“So fuckin’ gooood,” he responds in that sexy southern drawl of his, still slightly delirious from the intensity of everything. You giggle at his fucked out demeanor and press a kiss to his plump lip, pulling back to wipe away the trail of drool that leaked from the corner of his mouth.

“I got you droolin’ all over yourself, Sheriff,” you tease and kiss his lips once more, “that good, huh?”

“Ohhhh you have no fuckin’ clue, Princess,” he sighs into your mouth, both of you unable to keep from grinning, “now, get me outta these things. I can’t feel my hands, and not in a good way.”

Reluctantly lifting from Lee’s lap, you whine softly at the loss of his girth spreading you out, a wet mixture of your releases coating your inner thighs. Thankfully, you folded a towel on the floor for this reason, so you quickly clean yourself up. You get the keys and undo both sets of handcuffs, Lee hisses when the metal is finally released from around his wrists, dark bruises slowly starting to form on his pale skin, making you frown.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, we should have used something softer,” you say remorsefully and take both his hands in yours, carefully massaging the welts that want to form. He smiles softly, trying his best not to grimace when you touch an especially soft spot.

“It’s alright, Sweetheart, they don’ hurt too bad,” he says gently and sits up, his back against the headboard, pulling you into his lap once more, his arms wrapping around your waist protectively, you melt into him naturally, both of you sighing contently. Your entire body whispering ‘this is where I belong.’

Your own arms sling around his neck, pulling him as close as he can be, he tightens his grip around your middle, breathing in the sweaty yet sweet scent of your skin. He relaxes with a groan. “You’re sure they don’t hurt?” You whisper in his ear, your temple resting against his.

“Not even a bit, Princess.” He replies while rubbing a hand up and down your spine soothingly, planting a soft kiss to your shoulder. It calms you a little, but then you start giggling, the noise always makes Lee’s heart flutter. “What’s s’funny?”

“Nothing… just never thought you could beg like that…” you tease and giggle some more.

“That’s it, you’re in for it now, girl,” he says playfully, his fingers tickling your sides mercilessly, his hold on you tight, you were trapped. Not like you wanted to get away in the first place.

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Toy For Their Pet, One Shot

Summary: Hela and Agatha have a pet Jotun!Loki. But they needed to find him a toy to keep him satisfied. Poor mortal Cora is kidnapped and thrown in to the wild beast to appease him.

WARNINGS: Rape/Non-con, knotting, rimming.

‘I know I said to bring her here without causing a scene, but I didn’t mean to knock the poor thing out.’ Agatha said.

‘It’s fine, she’s fine. Look, she’s starting to come round already.’ Hela said in defence.

Cora heard the two female voices as she started to wake. When she opened her eyes, she struggled to focus and keep them open. Her body felt heavy, especially her head. Like she had been drugged or hit.

She tried to sit up, but then the room started spinning and she couldn’t focus on the two women there.

‘Oh no, easy, sweetheart. Don’t move too fast.’ Agatha said as she rushed over to Cora and sat next to her, helping her to sit up a bit as she put her arm around her.

Hela rolled her eyes and walked closer, hands on her hips. ‘We don’t have long before he will be awake. I don’t want to have to punish him again just for being horny.’

Cora was too confused to properly take in the conversation. One minute she was minding her own business in her home, the next she was swiftly knocked out. Now she woke up… wherever the hell she was.

‘Wh… what… what’s going on? Where am I?’ She asked groggily as she put her hand up to her head.

‘Relax, honey. We’re not going to hurt you, as long as you’re a good girl and do as you’re told. Ok?’ Agatha said softly, tucking Cora’s hair behind her ear.

Cora’s eyes widened as she was finally able to focus more. Agatha’s words chilled her to the core.

She looked at the woman next to her and the one standing on front of her… and realised she recognised them. It was hard not to realise who they were, from seeing them on the news.

The fact they weren’t exactly hiding themselves made it blaringly obvious they weren’t just two ordinary women. Hela was wearing Asgardian type light armour, her long black hair encased her face with her bold and intimidating make-up.

Agatha looked exactly like you’d expect a real witch to look. Slightly crazy long hair and she wore elegant dark bluey-purple robes.

They were both extremely intimidating in every sense of the manner. Both of them, Hela more so, were very tall. Making Cora feel even more frightened and small.

When she started shaking, Agatha slid her hand round to her back and started rubbing in circles to try and soothe her. But Cora was too scared, she tried to make a run for it but when she stood and took a few steps, she stumbled as she had stood up far too quickly, then she found herself captured in Hela’s arms.

‘You’re not going anywhere, pet.’ She said as Cora started struggling in her grasp.

‘Please… please don’t hurt me. What do you want with me?’ Cora sobbed.

Hela kept an arm clamped around her middle as she gripped her chin to force her to look at her.

‘As my dearest Agatha said, we aren’t going to hurt you… But he might.’ She grinned and motioned to the right with her head.

Cora looked over and she could barely contain a scream. There was a large glass wall that showed through into another room. But right at the front, at the glass… was Loki. A frost giant. She knew of him too from the news, he had been attacking people at random in London. Unable to change back into his Asgardian form, until he suddenly just vanished. Now, Cora knew where he had vanished to...

He was standing right at the glass, hands flat on it as he stared intently over at her. His red eyes blazing at her hungrily, he looked terrifying. And he was naked, his blue skin was really striking with his Jotun markings all over him. But what she also noticed was that he was extremely aroused.

‘Wh… what… no… please.’ Cora sobbed and panicked all over again, struggling against Hela but to the God she was just like a kitten squirming in her arms.

Agatha stood up quickly and walked over next to Cora, looking at Loki too. Hela still had a firm hold of Cora, but Agatha slid her hand up to the back of Cora’s neck and stroked on her skin softly. But it did nothing to ease Cora’s fear.

‘He won’t hurt you… If you just submit to him, let him do what he wants with you. He is just rather… insatiable.’ Agatha said calmly.

Hela looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. Agatha shrugged and mouthed ‘Don’t scare her off before we even get her in there!’

‘Wh… why me? Please, I can’t… I’m scared.’ Cora begged, hoping the women would take pity on her.

Hela lifted her up with ease and started carrying her over towards the door that led through to where Loki was. He was pacing back and fore now behind the glass, eyes blazing hungrily as he kept locked on to Cora.

‘NO! PLEASE!’ Cora tried kicking out but she was getting nowhere.

‘Don’t tire yourself out, dear. You are going to need all the strength you can get.’ Hela purred and unlocked the door with a flick of her finger and a glimmer of magic.

She looked over at Agatha, who followed and nodded at Hela. When Hela opened the door, Agatha went in first, using her magic to put up a powerful shield to keep Loki back.

He tried to get over, but was kept back by Agatha’s magic as she entered, with Hela and Cora close behind her. Loki was snarling and growling at them, salivating at the mouth and desperate to get to the mortal girl.

He was massive in every sense of the word. A frost giant to the core. Cora thought she was going to pass out again.

Hela suddenly threw Cora onto Loki’s bed, she went sprawling across it. Agatha and Hela backed out of the room.

Cora tried to make a mad rush for the door as it closed and she heard it locking. But she had barely taken a few steps away from the bed when Loki slammed into her.

She screamed, but wasn’t sure what scared her the most. Being trapped with such a wild being, or the fact he was ice cold to touch. His body was over her instantly on the bed, trapping her beneath him.

Loki shoved his face into her neck and in-haled her scent, growling as he did so. She froze while he studied her, terrified to move in-case she angered him. He began sniffing down her body and with his long nails started tearing at her clothes.

Agatha and Hela stood by the glass, watching intently. Hela leaned on Agatha, her elbow resting on her shoulder. ‘You know, love… I think we might have finally found the right pet for our pet.’ Hela said as she watched Loki tearing at Cora’s clothes and then he began sniffing her all over.

Agatha tapped her lower lip and nodded slowly. ‘I think we have. At least he hasn’t torn into her like the last one.’

Hela sighed softly. ‘She was a stunning woman. Such a mess to clean up, though.’

‘She was... But Cora is a pretty little thing. I think she is more suited for our Loki.’ Agatha slipped her arm around Hela.

They continued watching, pleased that Loki had taken to Cora. Finally, finding the right mate for him. He had already started bonding with her and marking her, licking her skin. He started with her stomach, running his tongue all over her.

Cora was crying quietly, too scared to move or argue with him. She knew there would be no chance of escape, anyway. The best thing she could do, was just let him do what he wanted and get out of there alive.

The way his tongue was lapping over her skin had her almost squirming, she was a little ticklish and his cold licks were light. But she kept still, bunching her hands into fists at her sides.

Loki licked up her body, around her breasts and over her nipples, making her squeak slightly. She was a bit weirded out, wondering what on earth he was doing exactly and why. As she was practically covered all over in his saliva by the time he was finished with her. Arms, legs, thighs, stomach, sides. When he was at her neck, he also bit her a few times that made her cry out in pain. But he didn’t react to her noises.

The final place he hadn’t yet claimed was between her thighs. When he moved down there and pushed her thighs further open, she tried to snap them shut but he growled deeply and bit her thigh really hard, making her bleed.

She screamed in agony and then started thrashing around, Loki bit her again on the opposite thigh.

‘You better keep still, honey. Or else you will end up with more bite marks all over you.’ Came Agatha’s voice. It sounded like she was in the room, but Cora knew she wasn’t, she was safe behind the glass.

Cora wept quietly and did her best to just lie there and let Loki do what he was going to do.

Loki hummed in approval when she stopped moving around. He clamped his large hands around her thighs, keeping her spread open for him with terrifying ease with his strength. She couldn’t look down at the monster between her legs, so she opted to look up at the ceiling instead.

When Loki’s cold tongue started lapping at her cunt, she grabbed the bed sheets underneath her. At first, she was repulsed that he was doing this to her. But as his tongue pushed through her folds, gently lapping at her, she found her body falling under his control more and more.

When Loki licked her clit, her body started reacting to it. Little whines came from her and her body jerked each time. Loki smirked against her as he concentrated on that spot for a while, happy with her reactions, the tip of his tongue circling her clit in firm but slow movements.

She was about there, her body being forced into the pleasure. She could feel her impending orgasm… But it was ruined when Loki sucked on her clit and nibbled, sending pain and discomfort through her instead.

‘Ohh poor pet. So close, yet so far.’ Hela said smugly.

‘Mmm, we haven’t had such good entertainment in so long.’ Agatha said, biting her lower lip.

‘Why don’t we make our own entertainment while we watch?’ Hela suggested and with a flick of her wrist, their bed appeared right next to the glass for them to watch and have fun of their own.

Loki flipped Cora over onto her stomach, he treated the back of her to the same treatment. Licking all over, not missing an inch of skin. Her body was cold not only because of his cold nature, but because her skin was cooling fast in the light air around her with his saliva drying on her.

But she panicked when he spread her ass cheeks apart and started licking around her asshole.

‘NO!’ She screamed and tried pulling herself away from him.

Loki snarled angrily, bit her left butt cheek hard and smacked her right cheek with his large palm. Making her scream even louder. She kept still after that, just letting the tears roll down her cheeks. Pleasing Loki for being still, he went back to rimming her. Leaving nothing untouched.

Cora was so relieved when he finally stopped giving her attention there. She really hoped he wouldn’t go back there at any point. She just wanted this nightmare to be over.

But it was far from over.

Loki grabbed her hips and positioned her up on her hands and knees. She so wanted to try crawling forward, away from him, but she knew better now. And the firm grip he had on her was warning enough not to try anything.

She shivered as his cold breath danced against the back of her neck. Suddenly in one smooth motion he mounted her, an arm snaked around her middle while his other hand wrapped around the front of her neck, at the same time his large cock pushed against her wet cunt, seeking entrance. Even that was cold.

Cora was losing her breath, partly from the sheer coldness of it all, having a frost giant pressed against her back and pushing his cock into her was very numbing, mentally and physically. She made a slight movement that Loki thought was her trying to escape him again, so he bit the back of her neck hard, forcing her to submit to him.

Loki ignored her cries and was able to thrust into her fully, forcing her body to yield to him. His ridged and highly alien-like cock was hitting all the right spots inside her. Her mind was at battle with her body.

‘MINE!’ Loki snarled as he held himself deep within her.

It was the first word that Cora had heard from him and it shocked her. His voice was growly and deep.

He became very possessive as he started rutting into her, his balls were slapping against her skin in a loudly lewd manner.

‘Wow, he’s really hammering into her, isn’t he?’ Agatha said. She and Hela had been fondling one another on the bed, but the action between Loki and Cora was too exciting to look away from.

‘Hopefully he doesn’t end up breaking her.’ Hela drawled.

‘Not after taking his time to mark her, I think he’s finally got a toy he’s happy with. He won’t hurt what belongs to him, and she most certainly belongs to him now.’ Agatha said with a big grin as she licked her lips.

The two continued to watch while Loki completed his mating ritual. He started to swell at the base of his cock, he was able to push it into Cora’s cunt when she had an orgasm forcefully, causing her to howl in pain and surprise pleasure as his knot then swelled, locking them together as it throbbed on her g spot.

As Loki started cumming inside his new mate, he locked onto her shoulder with his teeth, drawing more blood from her. No matter how hard she squirmed and tried to move, he wouldn’t let go. He pulsated within her, spilling his cool cum deep into her. She could feel every single drop filling her, it felt like her stomach was going to explode.

Loki collapsed down fully on top of her, almost crushing her. But the mewling from Cora had him quickly rolling them both over so they were on their sides, he kept her close to him though.

She couldn’t stop shivering… a mix of cold, fear and confusion.

Loki nuzzled into her hair, grumbling and making light noises as he stroked over her stomach. He was still knotted inside her, and when he moved a bit, she whimpered as he tugged on her.

He softly kissed her shoulder and the hand on her stomach slid downwards, he lightly touched her clit and when she started moaning, he traced patterns over her until she came on his cock again, her walls fluttered around him as he groaned in pleasure.

‘I’ve never seen him be gentle like that before.’ Hela said as she cocked her head to the side.

‘He’s like you, love. Has his sweet and tender moments, it just takes time to show and the right lover.’ Agatha laughed wickedly at the glare Hela gave her. But she was right.

After Loki ravished poor Cora for hours upon end, she finally passed out in pure exhaustion. Loki’s knot took a while to go down enough for him to slip out of her, a big mess of cum came pooling out.

He wasn’t happy when Agatha and Hela went in to retrieve the mortal. But Hela and Agatha’s powers together was too strong for him. They promised it was just for a short time to let her recover. But Loki’s anger was enough of a sign for them that he was most certainly not happy about her being taken away.

When Cora came round, she wasn’t sure whether she was relieved or not to find herself in Agatha’s arms, on her lap.

‘Hey, honey. Are you alright?’ Agatha smiled sweetly at her.

Cora froze, not sure whether to try escaping or not. Though when she looked around, she saw Hela was sitting right next to them. She knew she wouldn’t have a chance against one of them, never mind two.

Hela reached out towards Cora’s lips with a strawberry in hand. ‘Come on, eat. You must be famished, and you need your strength.’

Cora looked at the offered strawberry like it had insulted her. But her stomach was grumbling, she really was so hungry. She parted her lips and Hela slipped the fruit into her mouth.

‘That’s a good girl.’ Hela praised and hand fed her some more. They were really juicy, so flavoursome. Like from another world.

‘Loki really likes you, which is simply wonderful.’ Agatha beamed happily.

Cora tensed on her lap. ‘I’m so sore.’ She whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.

‘Shhh, shhh. It’s alright, you’ll get used to it.’ Agatha said softly and began stroking her hair.

‘Please… Please, don’t send me back in there with him.’ Cora sobbed and panicked, she clung to Agatha and buried her face in against her.

Agatha pulled a sad face as she gently rubbed Cora’s back. ‘Oh, sweetie.’ She looked up at Hela, smirking and she winked. ‘Unfortunately for you, Loki has mated with you. You’re bonded now, and for a Jotun that means for life. It would hurt him physically and mentally if we kept you apart... And we just can’t do that to him.’

Hela pursed her lips together at Agatha.

‘Agatha is right, my dear. But don’t worry, we will look after you and make sure you’re well fed and watered. Loki isn’t a complete beast all the time, he will want you to be cared for too. And he will be gentler with you now his initial frenzy has calmed.’ Hela said.

Cora wasn’t so sure about that, she was so sore and was sure her insides were bruised. The thought of having to go back in with him was utterly petrifying.

But she knew she had no choice. Up against a powerful Witch and the Goddess of death? The poor mortal girl had no chance, and she knew it.

She belonged to Hela and Agatha’s pet Jotun now. Nothing more than a toy for their pet.

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