#seems to have really dinged their view count

[cyberseong]

after hours.

pairing: seonghwa x f!reader

genre: smut/pwp, established relationship, idol au.

warnings/topics: there’s quite a bit of plot before it gets to the actual smut, seonghwa is pissed in the beginning, somnophilia, but everything is consensual, slight dacryphilia, dry humping, unprotected sex, plot twist(?) at the end ig.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: hi! this fic is slightly proofread but there’s still a possibility that there might be minor errors, but regardless, enjoy!!

seonghwa quickly exited the dressing room and back into the waiting room backstage; y/n was not present, so he began to check other locations such as the makeup and hair rooms and the small kitchenette.

he eventually concluded that she was simply not in the building.

seonghwa dialed her number over 10 times, each going directly to voicemail. anger was bubbling up in his throat; what reason would y/n have to leave the venue, especially after that was the only thing she promised not to do?

“hey, i know you guys don’t plan on leaving right away— but i’m tired, and… y/n is waiting for me at the hotel. so i’ll be leaving early. everyone did great and i’m so proud of all of you, but we’ll speak more tomorrow!” seonghwa tried to sound the kindest he possibly could, knowing the circuits in his mind were about to overheat and spark with fury and betrayal. he definitely didn’t want the rest of ateez to see him like that.

he ran out of the side door, immediately rushing to their van where their manager was waiting. “hey, could you take me back to our hotel early? i– i’m really not feeling well,” seonghwa’s words came out fast and nearly incomprehensible. the manager looked at him with worry, but he quickly nodded and started driving. their hotel was only 3 minutes away by car, so it didn’t take long for them to appear in front of the building. to seonghwa, however, it felt like ages until they reached their destination— he had no idea what y/n was doing right now, or even exactly where she was, and that thought alone was killing him.

as soon as the vehicle went into park, seonghwa jumped out of the van, quickly thanking their manager before rushing into the lobby. he entered the elevator, which, thankfully, was completely empty. he was way too distracted for fan interactions at that moment. his sole objective right now was to see his girlfriend.

slowly, the elevator approached the hotel's highest floor, and as soon as that ‘ding’ was sounded, seonghwa bolted out through the elevator doors and into the hallway. he found his way to room 1117, where he tapped his keycard against the door and opened it once he heard the lock click.

the room was dark, but he noted that the shoes y/n wore to the show earlier were the first thing he saw when he walked in. that was a dead giveaway that y/n was in this room.

“y/n. care to explain to me why you left the venue mid-concert? i’ve been looking everywhere for you, i mean you could’ve left a text, or a note, or someth– oh.” seonghwa’s confronting words quickly came to a stop when he realized y/n wasn’t listening; she was sleeping peacefully on the king mattress that swallowed the entire room. she wore one of seonghwa’s oversized animal crossing shirts and, from the dark out line of her hips and thighs, what seemed to be nothing but underwear on the bottom half of her body.

seonghwa’s entire being shivered at the sight— even imagining y/n coming back to their hotel room to wait for him like this sparked arousal within him. he took a deep breath before quickly kicking off his shoes, trying to get into the bed with the least movement and noise possible.

as his eyes had gotten a chance to adjust to the room's darkness, seonghwa could fully take in the view before him. the shirt had bunched up around y/n’s waist, presumably from moving around in her sleep. she wore a white lace thong that didn’t even try to cover her ass— seonghwa whimpered at the glimpse alone, his pants getting tighter with each thought that formed in his mind about y/n and he just knew he had to do something other than whine quietly like a bitch in heat.

seonghwa held his hips close to y/n's, thrusting up slightly in hopes of feeling any form of friction he could get against his dick. one hand of his rested on your hip as to hold it in place; the other remained over his mouth to block any of the sounds he was making from the oversensitivity. it’s not like an effort to keep quiet would work anyway— seonghwa’s lips were only a few inches from y/n’s ear, and they both knew seonghwa was rather vocal whenever he was worked up. the soft yet violent bucking of his hips against y/n’s soft skin caused her to move in her sleep a little, but seonghwa was too far gone that he couldn’t get his body to stop. tears began to drip from his eyes as his eyebrows furrowed, not being able to handle the feeling of his clothes against his overstimulated cock anymore.

his whimpers were no longer even given an effort to be held back anymore as he pushed his pants and boxers down his legs, using precum as lube before sliding carefully into y/n’s pussy in hopes that it wouldn’t wake her from her slumber. seonghwa couldn’t hold his moans in any longer as he bottomed out— his mind was overwhelmed in such an amorous haze, feeling as if nothing he was doing could help him reach his release. he couldn’t even thrust properly, which led to his hips randomly bucking harshly against y/n’s cervix. he was subconsciously holding a strong grip on y/n’s hips to the point where he was almost sure there would be bruises in the form of handprints in the morning. he placed is face against the crook of y/n’s neck in attempt to muffle the noises that proceeded to slip from his lips, causing vibrations to spread through y/n’s body. seonghwa felt y/n push back against him slightly— the unexpected movement caused him to snap as he immediately felt his body reach it’s climax. he thrusted deeply a few more times before pulling out, immediately painting his cum across y/n’s ass. his frame twitched violenty from overstimulation as he laid on his back, attempting to catch his breath and come down from his climax.

after a few seconds of silence, y/n turned onto her other side to face seonghwa. propping her head up with her arm, she confronted seonghwa. “you could’ve woken me up, you know i wouldn’t have minded.”

seonghwa jumped at the words— he had been way too fucked out to realize that y/n was awake. “what? wait, how long have you-”

“how long have i been awake?” y/n giggled slightly, placing a soft kiss onto seonghwa’s lips before she continued speaking, “since you came through the door, hwa.”

[dstryvampres]

Come On Baby(Light My Fire) - Neil Lewis x Reader

MINORS DNI !!!!!

inspired by this song.(Light my fire by the doors)

Pairing: Neil Lewis x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: weed use, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, sex while high, reader likes the doors sorry I forced that on you

Summary: Neil always comes after his shift to visit you on your late night shift, today he decides to bite the bullet and finally buy a CD from the store, and also ask you out I guess.

A/N: I've been on a huge doors kick recently and I really just wanted to force it onto you guys, and also neil because I love him. love my two male wives neil lewis and Jim Morrison xoxo

Exactly on time, 9:06pm, is when Neil Lewis prances into your store. The ding of the bell on top of the store’s door, every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, close to the exact same time of 9:00pm to 9:10pm, was always Neil Lewis. He got off earlier on those days, having one of his friends and co-workers able to cover the last three hours until midnight that Gumshoe was open. You, unfortunately, were stuck until past midnight at your family owned music store, which Neil seemed to take advantage of as much as possible.

“Hello,” Neil greeted you coyly, walking up to the cash register where you stationed yourself for the night.

“Can I help you with anything?” You ask Neil, knowing you absolutely cannot.

“Nope.” Same answer as always.

Neil seemed to have no interest in music at all. Possibly only ever coming in here for a brief chat with you, then a quick stop by the soundtrack area of the store, then the discount area, all while still trying to hold a conversation with you. He would leave around 10 to 10:30pm, only to be back again the next day he could. Sometimes, you enjoyed his company, the jokes he cracked were funny, and he understood your struggles of working at a very niche sector of business. Other times, you wanted to beg him to get out of the store as soon as he came in. Possibly the latter is the case tonight, his big ass head is blocking your view of The Doors: Live at the Bowl ‘68 currently playing on the TV.

“How’s work been going for you?” Neil asks.

“Slow.” Tonight you’ll entertain his presence.

“Really? It was quite busy for a Monday at Gumshoe,” Neil gloats, smiling to himself, far too pleased that his store was doing better than yours.

“Oh yeah? All five of the movie nerds in the city came over today?” You tease, rolling your eyes at Neil’s gloating.

“Actually, it was mostly new people today,” Neil says, turning around to look at the TV now.

“Oh great, just what this world needs, more Gumshoe regulars.”

“You say that like anyone who frequents this store is any better. All that TV plays is music for pretentious losers, like yourself.” Neil glares at you from the corner of his eye, annoyed, but the smile on his face makes his expression more teasing.

“Atleast people know The Doors. Everytime I walk into your store the TV’s always playing something no one’s heard about,” you retort, going back to focusing on the performance instead of Neil.

“I’ll have you know every movie I play at Gumshoe holds importance, and is something everyone should know, even if they don’t,” Neil sighs, “I’m looking to educate the public.”

“How noble.”

Neil scoffs at your comment before walking off to the discount section of the store, leaving you to watch the TV alone. Even on your busier days the store seemed to slow down at this time. Usually it is just you and Neil when he comes in, maybe an additional straggler present who came into the store knowing what they wanted already. Now that Neil’s at the discount section, you know he’ll be busy for a little bit and decide to step out from the cash register to do some cleaning for the night. Mindless work to help you go home quicker when the store finally closes its doors to the public at 12am. Your boots thump on the concrete floor as you walk around the store to put everything back to normal. Letting Neil do his rounds around the store.

Ding.

Turning around to the noise, you find Neil smiling in front of the cash register. Tonight, he’s finally buying something. You never thought the day would come. Neil, a paying customer, and not just a window shopper. You rush over to the cash register to ring him up, excited to see what he finally thought was good enough to buy here.

“Woah! Slow down, you’re acting like I’m robbing you instead of buying from you,” Neil laughs, putting the CD down onto the counter.

It’s The Doors self titled album. You look at him with a quirked eyebrow.

“The performance on the TV persuaded me,” he smiles, looking away from your gaze.

“You always striked me as a vinyl guy,” you take the CD in your hands and open it, making sure the CD isn’t scratched before scanning it.

“I am, I just wanted to listen to it in my car. I was actually hoping that – uh – you’d come listen to it with me after your shift ends,” Neil gulps, wringing his hands out.

“Sure. Why not?” You hand him the CD, “That’ll be 20 dollars and 65 cents by the way.”

“Really? I mean– great. What time do you get off?” Neil slides you the money, you can feel how sweaty his palms are just from the money.

“12:30am, sorry for the wait,” you respond, now leaving the change on the counter to avoid another sweaty palmed encounter with Neil.

“No problem at all! I’ll see you at 12:30 then!” Neil exclaimed, waving a quick goodbye to you, CD and change in hand, before exiting with a huge smile on his face.

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The last three hours of your shift went quite smoothly, a lack of customers allowing you to do most of your closing tasks before the store actually closed and at your own pace. You couldn’t tell if you it was because closing was so easy today or because you were seeing Neil after your shift, but your body felt weirdly tingly with excitement. Neil’s car was parked right outside of the front door of the shop, it was hard to miss because of this, and also because Neil rolled down his window and as soon as you stepped out of the shop he yelled your name and then motioned over. Quickly you lock the door to the shop and open the door to Neil’s car, sliding into the front passenger seat.

“Thanks again for coming out tonight,” Neil said, giving you a soft smile. He then reaches over to the glove box to pull out the CD he just bought and hands it to you. “Will you do the honours?”

“Of course,” you open up the CD’s jewel case and carefully slide the CD into the cars slot.

Neil started driving as the CD whirled around without any noise, before finally the sound of the soft percussion started the album off. You let the song settle into the car staring out the window as Neil drives around, seeming to drive around aimlessly.

“You want to go anywhere in specific?” Neil asks. He had let it get to the second song of the album before saying anything.

“Not really no…” you muse, biting your lip in thought for a couple seconds, “you know for my first time experiencing this album fully, I was high. If you’re not into that it’s no big deal, but, if you are, I have some pot back at home.”

“Yeah, that’d be good,” Neil sighs out, “Lead me there.”

You lead Neil through a stream of winding roads and suburb strips until you guys reach your apartment complex. Allowing Neil to park in a guest spot, he pops out the CD and puts it back into the jewel case. You lead him into the building, and up the elevator. Fiddling around with your keys at your door, before pushing it into the lock and letting the both of you in.

“It’s a little messy, didn’t know I’d have a visiter tonight,” you apologized, closing the front door behind you with your foot and putting the keys on the wall.

“Oh, it’s no worries. You should see my place,” Neil jokes, kickings off his shoes waiting for you to lead the way.

After working off your shoes you lead Neil to your kitchen. Squating down and rummaging through the back of a bottom cupboard until you find your stash in an air tight container. You pull it out of the cupboard, a couple prerolls and some edibles sit in the clear container. Good enough for tonight.

“Shall we?” you ask, standing up and grabbing your lighter.

“Take me away,” Neil says, you take his hand and lead him out to your small balcony.

Your CD player is still out here from last night, you were in a rush to get to the store after sleeping in and forgot to put it back inside. Luckily it didn’t rain and the player is in the same condition it was as before. Neil hands you the CD and you pop it into the player, in return you hand him a joint.

“Let me tell you, this album is amazing sober, but I dare say it’s even better high.” You light his blunt before lighting your own.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Neil says, settling into the lawn chair.

The album starts up once again, ringing out between the two nof you. This time, you feel ths silence is less awkward.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while,” Neil admits, out of the blue.

“Really? How long?” You look over at him, a blunt in his hand as he stares out into the city.

“Yeah, about half a year now. I don’t come into that store because I like music, y’know?” Neil looks at you now, only you.

The lighting from inside your apartment behind him lights up his beautiful bone structure, the light of the fire of the blunt lights up his eyes, and the brief light from the city allows you to catch all the high points of his face. You didn’t realise just how beautiful Neil was until now.

“I mean I could tell you didn’t care for the music, but I just thought you were bored,” you take another hit.

“I mean the first couple of times sure, but I don’t know, there was just something about you that intrigued me. You’re funny, and hot, and so unique,” Neil admits, his eyes not leaving yours.

“Thank you.”

“I mean it,” he blinks slowly and then looks bacl out at the city, continuing, “What don you like about this album?”

“I don’t know,” you admit, laughing, “I had a weird Doors phase at some point in highschool and, I guess, the album stuck through even afterwards. What, do you not like it?”

“No, it’s great. I just want to get to know you better,” Neil says, shaking his head.

“Well, what music do you like?” you ask.

“Soundtracks, but you know that one. I really liked grunge in high school, I guess that stuck with me too a little bit,” Neil purses his lips together, coughing a little.

“Never pegged you as a grunge fan,” you say, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m full of surprises,” Neil jokes, sending you both into a fit of laughter. Something like that usually wouldn’t set you off like that, but for some reason, it was the funniest thing tonight.

The winding chords to Light My Fire started to hit when you both calmed down from the laughter, and when you’ve both started to reach the end of the rolls.

Neil reaches out his hand to you, “Want to dance?”

You nod and take his hand, putting out your blunt as you stand. You both push the chairs off to the side, before setting off into a weird unnatural dance together. It was barely together, the only thing connecting you is the brief stints in which you guys hold hands, maybe Neil spins you around when your hands come together. At some point you guys get so close that when you look up to Neil your face to face with him. He looks at you for a couple seconds before slowly kissing you on the lips, it’s soft and welcoming, allowing for you to reciprocate. Both of you break away quite quickly, another beat, your lips are pressed together again with his. This time the kiss is hungrier, you bite at his lips softly, and he slips his tongue into your mouth. 

“Do you, uh– Want to take this further?” Neil asks, breaking away from the kiss. His pupils are huge, and his hair is messy.

“Yeah,” you respond, before going back into the kiss.

Both of you stumble through the apartment and into your bedroom while kissing. You feel the back of your knees hit your mattress before Neil gently pushes you backwards onto the bed. You look up at him, he’s breathing heavily, blue eyes scanning over your body hungerily. His lips are on yours again, tongue searching your mouth, he fondles your breasts through your shirt. You could feel wetness pool in your panties as Neil started to drag his kisses down to your neck. His fingers grazed your clothed stomach before coming to toy with the hem of your shirt teasing pushing it up slowly, fingers ghosting over your stomach making you whine out. You lightly grab at his hair, tugging it to edge him on to take off your shirt already. Neil takes the hint and pushes you shirt upwards exposing your breasts to him.

Neil smiles looking up at you before taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking the bud and rolling his tongue over it. You moan out at the sensation, staring up at the ceiling, focusing on the pleasure Neil is providing you at the moment. Your body is hot, you want him to hurry up and fuck you. Alas, Neil takes his time with your breasts, toying with both of them using his mouth and fingers. It’s both agonizing and feels so good. He watches you the whole time, taking pleasure in watching your face contort in pleasure and frustration. 

Finally, Neil captures you in a heated kiss again, before breaking off and taking his own shirt off. He places your hands on his chest, allowing you to feel his body’s heat as well as his heartbeat. His heartbeat is fast, mimicking the rise and fall of his chest. You run your hands over his chest and down his arms to his hands, placing them at the top of your jeans, basically begging him to take them off. He unbuttons your jeans, slowly, like he’s done almost everything tonight. Pulling them down with your help to expose your panties, soiled with you wetness. He stares at the wet patch on your panties for a second. Grinning the whole time.

“You flatter me,” Neil says, sliding his own pants down his legs, erection glaringly present. He lets them fall into the pool of pants at the edge of them bed.

Sliding a finger up and down your clothed heat, Neil climbs back into bed with you. Diving back in to kiss you. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms are his neck. His erection presses up against your heat, and he grinds against you. He only lasts about a minute teasing you this way before he’s discarding your panties and positioning his fingers outside your cunt.

“Please,” you whimper out, and within the same breathe his fingers have entered you.

It’s slow at first, a rhythmic in and out pace, stretching you out as best and he can, but your moans fuel him to move his fingers faster. Soon enough your gripping the sheets just at his fingers as they push on your gummy walls deliciously and feverishly. His other hand rubs up and down your thigh, watching as you twitch and moan on his fingers, watching as your pussy takes his fingers in so easily. You clench around his fingers, back arching at his work, and all the sudde his fingers are gone. You look at him with a look of betrayal, which is quickly settled when you see him slide his underwear off, exposing his cock.

“Can I fuck you?” Neil asks, like his swollen tip isn’t already pressed against your entrance.

“Yes please.”

It’s all Neil needs before he’s sliding into you, stretching you out so nicely as he pushes in. When he bottoms out he’s pressed up against that sweet spot inside of you, almost like his cock is made just for you. Both of you sigh of as Neil stays still for a few seconds before pulling out of you slowly. 

“Oh baby, your pussy ‘s so good,” Neil slurs, pushing back into you.

His hands find your waist as he pushes in and out of your pussy. With each thrust Neil’s speed increases, his once calculated and rhythmic thrusts becoming wild and irregular as he continues to fuck you. You scratch his back as he fucks into, moaning as your eyes roll back.

Who knew movie nerds were such good fucks?

“Can I flip you around baby?” Neil pants out, his grip on your waist tightened.

You nod and he slips out of you, allowing you to get on all fours before pushing back into you. He’s hitting further back in this position, stretching out and reaching parts of you that you forgot felt so good.

“Fuck, baby, you look so good, you feel so good,” Neil babbles as he resumes his pace.

You don’t think you can last much longer in this position, with Neil fucking a specific spot in you consistently. He reaches over a hand and starts toying with your nipple again, and thats when you feel the slip happening.

“I’m gon’ cum, Neil, gonna cum,” you whine, arms giving out and face getting shoved into a pillow by Neil’s thrusts.

“Oh– fuck, me neither, cum all over my cock for me, fuck please baby, god please, cum all over my cock,” Neil speeds up his thrusts, reaching his hand down from your boob to your clit.

Neil rubs quick fast circles into your clit. Steadily, but roughly fucking you into your own mattress.

For a moment everything goes black as all you can feel is the knot in your stomach come undone and a shiver run up your body. 

When you return Neil is slumped over beside you, both of you laying down beside eachother. He strokes your hair softly before kissing your forehead.

“Thank you,” Neil whispers, bringing you into his chest.

You decide to stay like this for the night, too tired to move. Neil covers up the both of you letting you fall asleep in his arms.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Going Up

Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: The elevator is packed.

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A/N: So this is what happened in the elevator before the spice in What A View. Really, I should have written this first? Why didn't I? I have no answers.

Warnings: swearing, Steven kinda having an exhibition kink, and thinking about and being like oh no, also some negative thoughts about being into it because self-doubt, PUBLIC BONER, overuse of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 559

The queue to check your tickets and wait for the elevator wasn’t too bad, but the lift itself was surprisingly busy when you and Steven stepped inside. You were two of the first people in, so as more and more walked on the space seemed to grow smaller and smaller.

You shuffled back a little and Steven instinctively put his hands on your side as he took a step and rested against the elevator wall. 

You moved closer to him as more people got on, pressing your back up against his chest. Sheepishly you glance over your shoulder and smile, “this okay?”

He nods and beams back at you, “of course love.” He gives your hip a little squeeze. “It won’t be for long.” He kisses the top of your head as the doors close. 

The first few floors are uneventful, but then there’s a little jolt. Nothing major, just the mechanisms working together, but you stumble back a little, brushing your backside against Steven’s crotch. 

He swallows, heat flushing downwards, cursing internally. 

You move back to your previous position practically a second later, barely having contact with him. But that’s all it took.

Being in public made it so much worse. Made the blood rush so much quicker. 

Other people being around shouldn’t make his dick jump to attention practically instantaneously, should it? That wasn’t ‘normal’, was it? 

Marc and Jake weren’t into this. They didn’t get hard the second there was a chance of an audience. Though… well, he’d never really asked to check. What if they did too? What if he asked and they didn’t?

Steven bit the inside of his cheek, trying to focus intently on unsexy things. But you were standing so close, barely an inch away. Your scent wafting around him and pulling him close, soaking the fire that was already ablaze. 

He could nudge you back against him, grind into your ass until he came in his boxers. 

He bites back a moan at the thought, his cock now painfully hard. 

He’d have to be quiet, move slowly so he wouldn’t be noticed, muffle his mouth against your neck and…

He swallowed. He should not be thinking about that. 

Steven shifted his weight, foolishly thinking that it would do something to help the ache. Of course it didn’t. 

Was it the thought of getting caught that turned him on? Or was it that he wanted others to watch? He scowled as he thought hard, trying to tackle the problem like a puzzle. There must be some straight forward answer as to why this happened. And it certainly wasn’t the first time he’d got a bonker in public. 

But he just couldn’t think straight, as, well, most of his blood was a little preoccupied somewhere else. 

He couldn’t deal with this. He needed to come. There was no way he could walk around and hope for this to calm down. 

Maybe he could sneak to the bathroom and jerk off.

Maybe he could drag you there with him. 

The thought of your body pressed up against his made him lightheaded. 

The elevator dinged as it reached the viewing floor. Steven grabbed your hand and practically ran out. 

“Steven?” You say, a little surprised as he pulls you, having to jog a little to keep pace. 

He must really want to see the view. 

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pretty please. PROLOGUE

— dad!gojo satoru x fem!reader

cw. implied one night stand (if you squint) but no explicit detail, reader is not present

note. giving another go with writing, and first time writing for the chosen man himself. not proofread

word count. 1.4k

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His pure white locks of snow, blue hues like a diamond under the sun, anatomy sculpted like marble statues of mythologies. With just a snap of his fingers, he can manifest whatever he wanted on the very palm of his hand. He just had to utter it: A woman's name, unreleased line clothings of his favorite brand, rare pairs and pairs of jewelries, and any private island can be his to take.

Being on a very high position in society as an actor, with millions of loving fans from in and out of Japan, has immensely inflated his ego that it has reached heights heigher than any penthouse he could purchase.

He loves the attention. He loves that he could pull one or more arm from the many women that clings to him on to his bed and they'd say thank you. He loves that on every party he attends or host, he'll always be the life of the night.

When he enters the room, he loves that everyone howls and cheers.

He is the all and mighty Gojo Satoru.

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Grogginess was what first filled all of Satoru's senses when he awoke on his expensive king sized bed.

Turning his head away from the glare of the sun sipping through his curtains, a groan rumbles from his throat, a low octave of tone that women go crazy for. He scratches his bare chest before finally blinking his eyelids open, welcoming the soft morning hues throughout his bedroom.

He contemplates to stay in bed before inevitably standing up. Satoru darts his eyes around his room whilst looking for his shirt that he discarded last night.

As he descended the stairs, he pulled the piece of clothing over his head when he saw his maid, a middle-aged woman, was ready to leave for the day. Heading towards the door with her bag in hand.

"Keiko. Going home?"

The said woman turns in small shock before smiling kindly at her boss. "Oh, Mr. Gojo. I didn't know you were already awake. But yes, I've done your laundry and some cleaning. Apologies if I disturbed you because of the vacuum."

Satoru hums, stepping off the last bit of stairs. "Nope, you didn't." he scratches his head, looking around.

"Anyways, have you seen..?"

Keiko seems to squint before coming to a realization. "You mean Ms. Hanna?"

"Yeah, her." He scratches his neck, not showing much interest as he heads to the kitchen. "I sent her home earlier when she woke up, as you normally instruct me to do." Keiko replies, watching as he tastes the breakfast she prepared, then seeing him nod in acknowledgment to her cooking and statement.

"Good. You can go now. Oh, and you don't need to come back here tonight." The woman simply bowed with a smile, uttering a quiet 'thank you' before heading out.

Finally he was really alone, stretching his limbs as he heard the cracks of his joints in pure satisfaction.

This was how his days normally went. Whenever his schedule was clear of agendas, he's able to party and mingle at night, then do what he liked the next day. Recently, he just finished filming an action movie that lasted almost two years of production and was set to release next year. And since promotion doesn't start until then, he had all the free time in the world as of this moment. He's particularly not active in social media, but he has his own team that does the advertising of his soon-to-be released film for him.

He looks around his lavish home. It was a penthouse at one of the top floors of the establishment. Stationed at Japan's richest district, overlooking the busy city and with the most perfect view of the famous red structure, Tokyo Tower.

This is Gojo Satoru's life. Content and satisfied. Tough choices and sacrifices were made to be where he's at, and yet he couldn't find it in himself to meditate the past and regret. He is where he is now, after all.

A ding resonates from his phone, indicating that someone has texted him. Opening his messages, he sees his trusted manager, that has been with him since the very beginning of his career, has sent him a text.

Mr. Yamada: How was the party last night? Anyways, any plans for your 8th anniversary? It's pretty soon.

8 years ago, was the moment fame was introduced to Satoru. Almost 8 years ago was when his life completely flipped and ascended into great glory. It was a golden day for Satoru, and he has made it that he would celebrate this every single year.

Satoru respects Mr. Yamada, and he rarely does to anyone. He has led Satoru towards his first stepping stone in his journey, and now he's here living the glamour dream with Mr. Yamada still following him with support. In a way, Satoru feels indebted to him. He has pushed Satoru into choosing the right decisions when he himself couldn't.

His career would be cripple and dust without this man.

Despite that, Satoru places down his device, deciding to send a response later as he felt that it was still to early and because he was hungry.

And just as he was about to take a bite of his meal, his doorbell went off. He raised a brow, his jaw slacked and chop sticks halfway toward his mouth. Satoru let it settle, waiting to see if the person out his door would activate the sound again.

When they didn't, he proceeded with his food, chewing away.

But he drops his utensil when his phone suddenly let out a sound, alerting him that someone was at his door. He clicks his tongue, irritated as he pressed the notification to check his intercom. 'People, I swear.'

He expected it to be a fan, or more like a stalker, that discovered his address. He was ready to turn on the mic of his phone that connected to the devices that was out his front door, call off the person to go away when he only saw a blob of hair below the screen.

"What the.." Satoru furrowed his brows at the scene, wondering if the person was kneeling or something. However his thought was dismissed when a tiny face of a little girl pops up, seemingly on her tippy toes as she clicks the button that turns on the mic.

And just as she did that, a young, high-pitched greeting resonates from the speaker of his device. "Helloooo!!"

Now this was odd. He scrunches his nose in confusion. A random child was just outside his property. Satoru was then further confused when the child says something about if her Father was here.

"Excuse me? Father? Me?" he utters in disbelief. Placing his phone down, he decided to ignore her, shaking his head in dismissal as he thought that the address was most likely mistaken. Satoru chuckles at the thought of him having a child, continuing with his meal. "Kids are crazy these days." he says with a playful grin, shaking his head.

But then the little girl added something. With her high pitched voice, she said:

"Uhm, Mr. Gojo!!! It's your daughter!!!"

Now that's just insane. Satoru chokes on his food, violently coughing as he ran to his fridge to grab himself a bottle of water. Downing the liquid to ease his throat, he exhales loudly before his eyes went full-blown wide.

"My daughter??" Not only did she say that, she also knew his name.

Something was up. It was too unbelievable for Satoru. No kid should just walts to some stranger's door and claim to be their child.

He speed walked towards his front door to confront the child to say that she was mistaken and that she needs to check his neighbors that was two floors downstairs. "You gotta be kidding me."

Turning the lock before he pushed the door open, he looks down to see the little girl, maybe 3 feet in height, in her arms was a little bunny plush, her eyes eerily too similar to his. But what caught his attention more are the tiny suitcase and bag that was accompanied with her.

Gojo Satoru, with just a snap of his fingers, can manifest whatever he wanted on the very palm of his hand. He just had to utter it. He can get anything, and has everything. Satoru is well aware of that, which is why his ego was higher than any penthouse he could buy. So imagine his surprise when he does in fact have everything,

Including a child.

"Hi, mister. I'm Saori."

[unformula1]

it’s going to be okay (LS2 x OP81)

oscar gets the message that logan isn’t going to be with williams next year and oscar comforts logan w/c: 1734 loscar post until we get a loscar podium!! (part 48) <3 (series masterlist) a/n: i don’t know how this will continue if logan doesn’t stay in f1 also I MUST continue this one. || masterlist

Carlos is signing with Williams for 2025, 2026… and beyond.

Williams’ post first pops up after Oscar reloads Instagram. He feels his entire body jerk upward as he does a double take, he quickly cross checks with the official F1 instagram.

It’s true.

Holy shit.

Oscar stares at the phone as his mind races through all his stray thoughts. His first instinct is to open Logan’s chat, but he freezes.

He doesn’t really talk with Logan anymore.

What is he even going to say?

His fingers hover over the keyboard. All the former thoughts disappeared in a second. Oscar turns off his phone and places it on his bed.

He takes a deep breath, trying to connect all his thoughts instead of them being a messy jumble of nonsense. Somewhere in his endless web of thoughts has to be something genius he’s going to tell Logan.

He opens the chat again and doesn’t take a second thought before sending the message. His fingers glide over the keyboard, quickly typing out the sentence and sending it.

Oscar shuts off his phone right after, hoping there won’t be a sinking feeling of regret.

—

Logan lies flat on his bed, his breathing steady as his chest rises and falls. He counts slowly in his head, which is the only thing keeping him from spiralling out of control.

He places both hands on his chest, ensuring there is a constant rise and fall.

He can’t cry. Not yet. Not now.

The counting doesn’t seem to cover up the replaying scene in his head: James sits him down, the room is tense and solemn, James looks Logan dead in the eye and drops the news.

“Logan, we have decided we will not be signing you for next year.”

Logan freezes. He feels the blood in his body freeze into ice, his entire body tenses up. As much as everything prepared him for this moment, none of it really did. It’s a different feeling from just thinking about it.

Right now, he was sat in a tense, silent room, face to face with a man he once called his hero.

Logan forces out a smile and nods.

“Thank you for everything.”

Logan feels a sting in his eyes as tears start to well up. He swiftly wipes them off using his sleeve.

He’s been lying here for the past 10 minutes. He checks the clock, it’s been about 3 minutes since the world found out.

Logan didn’t know what to do anymore, the ceiling fan spun above him, slowly fading into one messy blur.

He taps his fingers on his chest and hums a generic melody. He shuts his eyes tightly, restraining himself from doing something rash.

Logan was at a loss. He didn’t like the feeling.

Last time he was at a loss, Williams was there to help him. This time, they were the reason he was at a loss.

It was like a harsh, cruel, merciless cycle.

A team which once helped him through the toughest times in his career, ended up creating some of his toughest moments. He once viewed them as his family, a team which could do him no wrongs.

Then everything came crashing down, some false and fake facade. 

His phone dings and he sits up.

He checks it.

Oscar: This is so wrong.  Oscar: Do you wanna talk about it?

Oscar? Oscar, of all people?

Logan takes a deep breath and opens the message. He contemplates for a while on what he should say in response.

Logan: I take it this is about the contract signing.

Oscar immediately comes online, which is pretty comforting this time around.

Oscar: Yes

Oscar: They are so wrong for that

Logan feels a warmth bubble in him. It’s from Oscar.

It’s from Oscar. 

Oscar Piastri, race winner, McLaren F1 driver, prodigy, unimaginable rookie year, Lewis Hamilton reincarnate.

And what was Logan? What was Logan to Oscar now that his F1 seat wasn’t even in his own grasp?

Logan stares blankly at the screen. 

Logan: I don’t know what to do

He remembered how he used to turn to Oscar for everything, now he didn’t even know if Oscar was going to be there for him.

He remembered how both of them made a promise to win a race in F1 together, to make it together in F1.

Before Oscar replies, Logan sends another message.

Logan: I’m so proud of you. Logan: You achieved our dream.

A teardrop stains Logan’s screen, he instantly swipes it off.

Oscar just hearts the messages.

It takes him another few seconds to reply.

Oscar: I hate how this turned out.

Logan chuckles as his eyes start to tear up, his vision growing blurry.

Everything he did to get into F1, all the hard work, sleepless nights, endless practice, just for this.

The friends he made along the way, the people he trusted, the places he called home. Everything came flooding back to him, all the flashbacks, just like a roll of film, all of them were replaying in his head.

This was his dream. F1 was his dream.

Oscar: You deserve better.

A soft sniffle and sob escapes Logan’s mouth. He wipes away the tears and texts Oscar back.

Logan: Did I ever do anything wrongly?

Logan feels a rising, burning sensation of guilt, regret and despair.

Oscar: Are you still in your room? Logan: yea Oscar: Stay there.

—

A few minutes pass before there’s a knock on the door. Logan lifts his head from between his knees and stands up, he wipes away his tears and takes a deep breath before going to the door.

He mentally prepares a strong front, just in case.

He opens the door and smiles.

“Logan.” Oscar’s voice is soft.

Logan’s smile cracks slightly as he lets Oscar in.

“Hi.” Logan manages.

Oscar doesn’t say anything and just as Logan closes the door, he hugs him.

His arms are wrapped around Logan, a warm embrace fuzzling between both of them.

Logan’s strong front immediately dissolves into nothing as he starts sobbing violently. He leans his head onto Oscar’s shoulding, wetting his shirt with tears.

Oscar continues holding onto Logan, his tight grip around Logan’s chest. He holds back his own tears.

He knows Logan deserved so much better.

“I should’ve checked in earlier.” Oscar admits, his voice cracking, “I should’ve asked how you were doing…”

Oscar feels his throat starting to sting.

Logan doesn’t respond instantly, but in between sobs he manages to get out a few words.

“You didn’t have to.”

A wave of guilt engulfs Oscar as he grips tighter.

“You have to fight Logan, please Logan, fight.” 

“It’s over Oscar… It’s over.”

“We’re gonna figure this out Logan.” Oscar tears up, “Together, alright?”

“Give me another chance Logs.” Oscar looks at Logan in the eyes as they both take a step out of the hug.

Logan looks Oscar in the eyes and nods subtly.

“I don’t know what I did wrong.” Logan says.

“Nothing. You did nothing wrong.” Oscar insists, “Williams did everything wrong to you.”

Logan finds it hard to believe.

“Listen to me.” Oscar says before taking a deep breath, “You and me, we’re gonna figure this out.”

Logan can’t stop his tears anymore.

“Just like when we were kids, when we figured things out together, you know.” Oscar says.

“I messed up hard for the past year or so, but I promise that we’re going to make it through this together.”

Logan can feel despair and bitterness mixed together with warmth and happiness bubbling in his own heart.

“Please?” Oscar begs.

“Promise?” 

“Promise. I promise with all my heart.”

Logan takes another deep breath and then cleans the dried tears scattered on his cheeks.

Oscar can’t help but feel the sting in his own heart. His best friend, things panned out differently for both of them, immensely different.

“I’m sorry it had to be like this…” Oscar steps closer to Logan and holds onto his hands.

Logan flinches, moving his hand back, but then holds Oscar’s hand after a second.

“I trusted Williams…” Logan says, “They didn’t even give me a proper farewell…”

Oscar knows.

“One post. One line.” Logan says, his fists clenching, “That’s all they could do.”

Oscar sighs, “They don’t deserve any part of you.”

“You’re an amazing, wonderful, and perfect person.” Oscar says as Logan continues to grip tighter onto his hands, “Williams just couldn’t see that.”

“What will I do now?” Logan says, his grip loosening slightly.

Oscar wasn’t going to lie, “I don’t know.”

Logan’s face falls.

“I’m sorry.” Oscar says, and repeats it a few times.

“You don’t have to be.”

“I’ll make it right.” Oscar says.

He was going to. There was no way he was letting Logan go through this alone, not now, not ever. 

—

Both of them sat on Logan’s bed together. Logan’s head was resting on Oscar’s shoulder as they sat in silence.

It wasn’t tense silence.

It was a calm silence.

Oscar looks over at Logan and watches his breathing stabilise after that chaos of emotions talking about Logan’s own feelings.

He truly did not wish Logan had to go through this.

Oscar glides his fingers through Logan’s hair, the blonde streaks getting gently caressed by Oscar. 

This is what Logan deserves.

This is what Logan needed.

Logan adjusts himself slightly and looks up at Oscar, who smiles gently.

“We’ll figure it out.” Oscar says.

And for some reason, Logan knows it’s true. He knows the warm embrace he feels next and he recognises the calm breathing on his neck.

Logan gave everything to Williams, for them to tear him apart.

“Do you think things could’ve turned out differently?” Logan asks, fiddling with his shirt.

“I would choose another version in a heartbeat, if it meant doing things with you.” Oscar replies, without hesitation.

A smile creeps up Logan’s face.

Right…

“I would too.” Logan says, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

Oscar smiles, he’s glad that his presence was something good for Logan.

It was. Oscar was comforting, everything Logan needed right now.

Logan shifts closer to Oscar, pressing himself right up against Oscar. Oscar smiles, pulling Logan in.

This is warm.

“It’s going to be okay.” Oscar says.

And Logan believes it.

Oscar’s going to fix every wound, every stab, every scar that life has inflicted on him.

Oscar’s here.

And it’s going to be okay.

[gmr-gigi]

KILLER CHAT: SERIES

Warnings:

•Foul language

•KIller Chat! spoilers

•2nd person pov

Note:

First work i made i have 2 drafts and this one has been MARINATING in my google docs, this was supposed to be longer and this is still first part so

Word count: 596

Parasitic & Satanic:

Now that you think about it, Ronin is kind of a parasite.. Right?

You were just an aspiring writer needing inspiration, real and raw stories from real experiences were what you needed, right? You’ve tried watching true crime podcasts, you’ve tried documentaries, but nothing seems to help you get that writing inspiration, that adrenaline rush to write. You scroll through your feed boredly, elbow on your table with your head resting on your hand, you grumble and scroll through #truecrime scrolling through faster and faster as your frustration builds “Again and again, same things in different points of views. Same mo’s, same motivations. It’s like every murderer in the world decided to do that one you copy my homework meme!” you slouch in your chair, as if you didn’t already have bad posture. Before stretching and reaching across your table and take a sip of your soda and swallow, it tastes more bitter against your throat than you remember.. How long has it been since you’ve taken even a sip of water? Well, that doesn’t matter. The 2 hours of sleep you had is finally affecting you and you unfocus, zoning out and absent mindlessly posting asking about how to kill people using a crowbar. You snap out of it the second after you post it, then you realize. Shit, shit, shit! What if your family members see that post?! You really are stupid, posting it on your public profile. You delete the post quickly, your hand leaving your head to move your mouse and click “Delete post”, the post disappearing from your dashboard. Ding! you startle, almost falling off your chair “What the..” you click on the message and read it

ERROR! UNKNOWN: Don't be so obvious smh Your Gonna Get Caught

file.exe

You click on the link, not bothering to read the other messages. Password? fuck you just clicked the link and didn’t even check the key this ERROR! UNKNOWN person sent. “Shit, I didn’t- I’m fucked..” Your eyes widen and your mouth contorts into a frown, you type 12345689 in a desperate attempt and press enter, some text pops up. Holy fuck your IP will get leaked to the Butcher upon 3 mistakes?! Oh god. You’re in danger now, uhhhh maybe just “password”?? You type in password, incorrect again. You try please don’t leak my IP address? incorrect again. Oh fuuck your actually fucked this time, why do you always impulse click random links????

jk lol. No seriously just write the Right Key it's not that hard Darling

“Are you really taunting me right now?” You sigh before typing in Fuck you into the password bar

Yeah, yeah, alright loser, I’ll let ya in

You then let out a long breath you didn’t know you were holding, falling into your chair and sighing with relief. “Haha.. At least my IP didn’t get leaked..”

Ding! “Ding! Ding! Ding!” you say mockingly before sighing exasperatedly. Having decided to start figuring out what the dinging is about, you sit up and roll your chair back to your table. Your laptop glowing in the dim light of your room, you should really replace your barely working lights.

SLAUGHTERHOUSE:

@goreboy: welcome the Newly Christened @User1111

@hitmeuppp: AAA omg omg!! Welcome to hellllll

@LUCA_IS_SO_COOL: WELCOME WELCOME HIIIIII

@felicite: Nice to meet you!

@Angelic: Hi there! Glad to have another one with us <3

@goreboy: make Sure to take a Peek at #rules

there is Barely Anything but You Never Know

Oh god what is this?

A chatroom? Did you click on the wrong link or something?

End note: Not sure when i’ll make the next part or how to continue it but i will :)

[hsr-texts]

find your cinderella

꒰‧₊˚✩彡‧꒱ ┊ ━━━━ chapter one

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ♡ɞ ┊ streamer!reader x mystery hsr character ꒱

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ♡ɞ ┊ otome event ꒱

꒰ ☰ WORD COUNT ┊780 ꒱

꒰ ☰ DESCRIPTION ┊ ━━ When you do an unboxing livestream for your subsribers, you find an invite to an exclusive event called the "Find Your Cinderella" masquerade gala where you are guaranteed to find your supposed true love, as a rather enthusiastic manager told you. ꒱

꒰ ☰ NOTES ┊omg sorry for the long wait!! i was taking care of my college admissions, exercising, and taking care of my aunt all at the same time!! ꒱

previously ┊masterlist

You read the livechat so far. It seemed that the majority wanted you to go.

It was understandable why. This all seemed to be so exciting for regular people who don’t get to go to these events. In your career as a streamer, most of your appeal to viewers came from how relatable you were. Of course, there was also your gaming content but most your subscribers seem to just be happy to watch you do fun stuff. And in their eyes, this event would be the most fun thing you’ll ever get to do.

Despite how strange this all seemed, it probably shouldn’t hurt to go, right? Sugo said that something good will come out of it no matter what happens. Plus, if you didn’t go, would you regret it? Would you later lie in bed late at night, thinking of what could’ve been? Would your curiosity ever stop bugging you about it?

Also 500,000 credits sounded real good for just going to a party and tolerating it.

You clasped your hands together. “Alright then! I’ll be attending the Find Your Cinderella Gala and see what it’s about!”

Your chat cheered for the decision.

You then noticed the time. 12 midnight.

“Aw man, sorry guys but it’s getting pretty late so I’ll be logging off now. I’ll see you guys next time!”

With one last farewell wave, you switched off the stream and checked the statistics. Wow, it seemed to be at an all time high. At least Sugo was right about one thing. It’d only be a matter of time until the news of this gala spread like wildfire.

You found a QR code on the back of the ticket so you scanned it with your phone. It led to a website for the FYC Gala.

You clicked the “attending” button, leaning back on your seat. Seeing the dress code, you checked the package once again and saw that the outfit came with shoes, accessories, and a mask already. Huh, they really prepared everything for you. At least you wouldn’t have to spend extra money. Getting that limited edition LumiPro package already put a slight dent in your finances, after all.

It finished loading and you read the words: “Added to the guest list”

A yawn escaped your lips.

You got off the chair and went over your nightly routine before passing out in your bed.

                                                                                                    

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep—

Click.

You pulled your hand away from your alarm and sat up, yawning. Taking a glance at your clock, you saw that it was 9am.

After a round of stretching, you got off your bed and made a beeline for the kitchen.

You decided to eat tocilog for breakfast so you started cooking rice, eggs, and tocino. A pleasant scent wafted through the kitchen as the meal was being cooked. You let out a delighted sigh, enjoying the smell of a good meal in the morning.

After the meal was finished cooking, you sat down at your dining table to eat it. You made a pleased noise as you ate, satisfied with how the meal came out.

Ding!

You checked your phone and saw that you got a message from your editor, Cori.

Huh? Your eyebrows furrowed so you sent a quick reply and did as asked, looking at online news.

“Streamer’s Unboxing Stream Gets Hijacked By LumiPro Event Organiser in Publicity Stunt”

You checked LumiTube and clips of your stream have been uploaded on there, rapidly gaining over a million views within 12 hours. Damn.

Taking a sip of your water, you leaned back with a contemplative expression on your face. What should you stream today?

With your current status as a streamer that recently became viral, you could take advantage of that and do a stream where you prepare for the FYC Gala by going to a salon and letting viewers watch you get your nails and hair done, then maybe also booking a makeup artist for before the gala, if needed.

But since there was still about two weeks until the gala, you figured there was no rush.

Besides that, you could do a gaming stream since you still need to complete Freya’s Gate 5.

As if a light bulb flickered above your head, your eyes lit up and you took your phone out, logging onto Trotter.

Tap. Tap. Taptaptap.

A series of typing noises came from your phone and you pressed post.

This way, you can let your followers choose what you'll be doing today without having to do the heavy work of making a decision, truly a predicament for someone as indecisive as yourself.

And now you just wait for the results.

[takobaki]

˚୨୧ Snowy innocence // PT 4 ˚୨୧

﹒⪩Yuu and the big bad crowd ⪨﹒

﹌﹌﹌Octavinelle dorm﹌﹌﹌

A/N: I think this is the longest chapter yet, so uhm hopefully it was worth the wait, this is also part 1 of Yuu and the big bad crowd 💀

Word count: 2040

WARNINGS: Implied abuse/neglect, kinda confusing maybe?, horrible writing, and characters are ooc

Other parts here

A little girl giggled as her mother pushed her back and forth on the swing set of the newly renovated park, the warm and sunny day being something new in their usually gloom and rainy town. It was a nice change, something needed, and almost picture perfect

"Higher mommy!"

The little girl giggled excitedly with a warm smile while looking behind her, to the woman who only nodded as she let out a chuckle. The two seemed to be having the time of their lives, enjoying some mother and daughter time together

"Hun, if I go any higher you'll fly off!" The mother chuckled as she covered her mouth with her hand, her warm comforting smile growing wider as her child giggled out loudly

"Come of hun, you know that isn't gonna happen!" The little girls father said with a grin as he walked over to his family, his hands resting on his hips "If the little lady says she wants to go higher, then let her go higher!" The dad joked, making the family laugh more, if that was even possible

Staring in jealousy and sadness, Alkni watched the Tvs on display show a happy family spending time at the park together.

Something she never got the consideration of being able to do

As tears welled up in her red eyes, she let out a quiet sob 'Why can't she be able to do that.... Why did her family seem so different from everyone elses- Was her family the problem'

Quickly wiping her tears with her small scarred fist, the little pale girl looked up, slightly surprised as the TV changed screens from the family, showcasing a new swing set

"Swingjoy is now more sturdy and can swing higher then any other swing set on the market! Perfect for your children-"

Alkni stared at the TV with her almost lifeless like eyes. No matter how much she cried or was sad, her eyes never seemed to hold the emotion to show that. 'I wonder if their really like that' The very small girl thought to herself as she clutched onto her dirty nightgown, not knowing the existence of 'Acting', as she thought that everything on TV was real, like most other kids her age did

"Do you think we can go to the park today" Alkni asked her mother as she peeked over the arm of the couch, trying to get a better view of her mother, flinching once her mother snapped her head towards her, rage filling the young womans eyes

"No! If it wasn't for you, I would be able to be relaxing right now instead of having to slave away at work! If I dont get to relax, neither do you!" The woman yelled as she raised her hand, about to hit the little girl until a ding caught her attention, making the woman roll her eyes as she angrily picked up her phone

"Your lucky this time brat" Her mother mumbled as Alkni stood frozen for a second from fear before quickly rushing off to the pathetic excuse of a 'room'

People always that theres two response during moments of danger or fear. Flight or Fight.

Yet there was a third one that Alkni knew all to well

And that was freeze

Sometimes in moments of danger or fear, people tend to freeze, go quiet and still in a attempt for the threat to pass and for them to remain unharmed, yet in some cases, it wouldn't work

Especially for Alkni

Shooting upwards from her much needed nap, Alkni was startled awake as a loud crashing sound was sent through the lounge, surprising even Azul as he had her sat on his lap, since the lounge was closed this late at night

Picking up Alkni gently, Azul sighed as he walked out of his VIP room, going to investigate the cause of the sound only to see Jade and Floyd already there, talking to the ramshackle perfect, grim, and a bunch of Scarabia students

"Surrender quietly!" One of the students yelled, making Alkni let out a quiet yelp as she quickly covered her ears

"Mrrow?! You chased us all the way here!? You guys are seriously stubborn, you know that!" Grim exclaimed as he held up his paw close to his mouth, his eyes wide in shock

Alknis red eyes widened in amazement as she looked at Grim. She had seen cats before, since she had lived on the streets for a good amount of time every week, yet this was the forst talking one shes seen

"Whats all the commotion at this late hour? You've woken up this poor child!" Azul said as he glared at the students who had randomly barged into his lounge at a late hour

"Your Azul Ashengrotto, the housewarden of Octavinelie!" One of the two students yelled making the girl tilt her head slightly. 'Who was Ash- Ashin groundo?' Yeah- thats how you say it...?

"Would you care to explain whats going on here" Azul asked as he raised a eyebrow in suspicion, while holding Alkni, who was started trembling slightly from the loud sounds, closer slightly. "Its none of Octavinelles business! Just hand over the two of them quietly" One of the students shouted as they bawled their hand into a fist

"W..Whats go...going on" Alkni asked quietly as she looked up towards Azul, tears welling up in her red eyes as she tugged on his sleeve slightly

"Now that I'm looking closer, would that be Yuu and Grim sprawled out and quivering on our floor?" Azul stated, almost as if asking a question of the Scarabia students "They look so dingy, I thought they were a pair of dustcloths" Azul said with a chuckle as a attempt to calm down the five year old in his arms ever so slightly

"Hey, are you yankin' my tail here? Who do you think your talking to! And your scaring Alkni!" Floyd said as his glare at the students hardened

"No fighting of any kind is permitted in the Mostro Lounge. This is a place for gentlemen" Azul hissed as he sneered downwards towards the disruptive students while still attempting to be professional, the pale girl nodding even though she didnt fully understanding the meaning of Azuls words

"What was that? Your interfering?" One of the Scarabia boys hissed as he crossed his arms over his chest, returning the glare Azul was giving him "Fine, We'll just have to do this the hard way!" The other boy said with a grin while placing his hand on his hip

Alkni froze. Those words were all to familiar to her. All she knew was that nothing good was going to come out of this situation, and she quickly stared to fear of the Octo-persons safety.

Memories- Memories she had oh so desperately wanted to forget had started to flood her brain like a ocean wave. A ocean wave during a horrible storm

"Why cant brats like you just learn to behave!? If it wasn't for you we would be living happily!" Her father yelled as he dragged her throughout the once clean and joyous house, now being dirty, almost as if it had been abandoned.

Crying, Alkni desperately clawed at her fathers rough fingers, fear filling her small body as she let out choked screams and cries "Fine! You wanna be a spoiled brat! I'll just have to do this the hard way!" The man yelled sharply as he turned to face Alkni, making her stop her attempts of freeing herself as she knew what was to come

Staring out the broken window into her broken and usually dirty home, Alkni stood on the tips of her toes as she peaked in, secretly begging, pleading, that her parents weren't home

"Hopefully she is home"

Alkni thought quietly to herself, tears whelming up in her red eyes, as she reluctantly opened the overly creaky door. If it was up to her, Alkni would just stay on the streets, the burning feeling of jealousy as she watched other kids her age having fun with their parents keeping her warm, instead of having to go back, yet it was the only way she could ever be warm

Warm....

Being warm was all she had ever wanted to feel, and yet she was never able to, as the two people who were meant to keep her warm was the reason as to why she was so cold... So freezing cold.... And yet with these new people- They made her feel so warm... such a desperately wanted feeling which had been long unfulfilled. She had never felt this warm in such a long time, and it was a new experience that should've been welcomed happily-

Yet she couldn't bring herself to welcome it...

She couldn't bring herself to trust these new people, as for all she knew they could end up just like them, leaving her feeling oh so cold. She didn't want that. She never wanted to even feel that in the first place, and yet the world seemed to have different plans for such a poor unfortunate soul like her

"You really love making us do things the hard way" Her mother mumbled as she flicked a invisible spec of dirt to her poor child, who was staring at her in fear, her small body unmoving as her eyes stayed trained on her "We really don't want to do this-" Her mother continued, placing her hands on her hips as she let out a sad sigh "And yet, you're making us do it. If it wasn't for you misbehaving then everything would be all fine" Alkni flinched hard at those words

'It is my fault isn't it..."

"I-I don't deserve to be afraid..."

Tears filled her mothers eyes as she looked to the side... Crocodile tears... A expression of 'sadness' apart on her tired face. Tired of working... And tired of being a mother

Some parents where never meant to have kids, and yet they make their kids suffer for something they cant control

Waking up with a quiet yawn, Alkni felt the warm and salty tears fall down her pale features, something she hadn't noticed till now-

It was all just a dream... or more of a memory, something her mind had subconsciously locked away as a way to cope, hoping to never see the light of day again. And yet, even those few words could bring back such horrible, painful, memories.

With a stretch, the young girl looked around the now quiet room, tilting her head as her eyes adjusted to the dim lights of the Mostro Lounge, which seemed to have been turned on ever so slightly for her in case she was afraid of the dark, just as many other kids were. 'Where are they...?: Alkni thought to herself as she pushed herself off of the barstool she appeared to be napping on, a uneasy feeling filling her chest as since right before everything went dark, it was as loud as a behive

With a hum, the pale girl began to walk around the seemingly empty Lounge, her footsteps echoing throughout the large and nicely decorated area.

Since when was this place so pretty? It looked almost out of a fairy tale, or one of those fancy movies shes seen on those large display TVs. Running her hand along the fishtank that resided nearby, her usually dull eyes grew in amazement, her mouth hanging slightly agape, as a fish suddenly swam closer to her

"H...hello g...een fish" Alkni spoke to the fish, as the fish gently pressed itself closer to the glass, making the 5 year old girl let out a sound she hadn't heard herself make in forever

A laugh

Falling back in surprise of the sudden sound that came from her own lips, Alkni caught herself with her elbow before she could hit the ground too hard, somehow causing the sound to continue, this time much more pronounced.

She had forgotten what this foreign sound that came from her mouth had felt like, as she hadn't had a reason to truly laugh or smile in years, and yet, although strange-

it felt nice, and made her feel warm inside

[eating-plastic]

His Soul to Keep: Killer!Demon!Ace Visconti x Fem!Survivor!Reader (SMUT)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, (minors and ageless blogs do not touch please and thanks), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is ALWAYS +18), AFAB!Reader, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal fingering, loss of virginity, daddy kink, sex tap, aphrodisiac use technically, begging, swearing, lots of pet names, fluff, because of course I'm gonna make the demon that's gonna fuck your brains out absolutely in love with you, killer!Ace AU thingy, brief mentions of religion, typical dead by daylight warnings of blood, murder, and death, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 12,837 words

A/N: Ding ding ding! Hello, are there any Ace lovers still around? Sorry to everyone that I teased about writing this only to post it months later. I wanted to take a little break and college is...well, college. But hey, better late than never, right? Also yes, this is random, but I just out of nowhere remembered this demon!Ace fanart I reblogged a long time ago and was like "yeah, that's pretty hot. I should write a fic about that," lol. So here it is! I hope someone out there enjoys this!

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The last thing you remember before arriving at the campfire was running. Yes, you were running from...something. What was it though, you don't know. A homeless person? A wild animal? A ghost? Well, whatever it was, it sent you darting straight into the woods surrounding the abandoned school you were exploring. Why did you run into the woods of all things, though? Why not your car?

You really wish you knew, especially since you were now within an inescapable realm of pain and death. You don't know at what point you stopped relying on your camera to help you since all of the video files that were on it have been corrupted.

It was going to be a nice video. A three year anniversary celebration since starting your urban exploration adventure. That school was the first abandoned place you visited which spiraled into your interesting hobby with the occasional paranormal investigation. You knew your interests were peculiar, but you liked looking at areas that had been once bustling with life and imagining the stories that could've taken place there.

Of course, you knew your little hobby had its dangers, but you were always smart with it. There were very few places you explored alone, and if you were flying solo, you would always tell someone where you were going and when you'd be back. You also never explored at night, yet knew how to sneak around to avoid getting caught and facing trouble with the law.

So why on God's green earth did you run into the woods instead of your car? Why did you run into the woods, where you knew you could easily get lost, especially since it got darker faster than it should've? Whatever. You were starting to get used to shit not making sense, now.

You have to admit though, it's kind of funny. If you weren't being chased by some monster or killer while doing the "trials," as your fellow survivors put it, you would like to just walk around the different environments you were thrown into. Eventually, you put your former urbex skills to use and found it easy to avoid getting killed or put on a hook...eh, nine times out of ten. As such, you could explore your new environments well and appreciate them like before. A chilly ski resort, a dusty old western town, and hell, even places that looked extraterrestrial or supernatural; you suppose after facing some of the monsters you have however, that these areas don't seem too out of the ordinary.

After getting so used to running around and repairing generators in unfamiliar places, you can imagine your shock when you found yourself in a building that you knew very very well.

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Your lips part and your legs are frozen on the spot as black smoke clears from your vision and the large structure comes into view. To your fellow survivors, the environment didn't matter; either sneak around and get generators done or get caught and killed. But to you, this place caused a flash of memories to flood your mind.

An old, abandoned casino shouldn't hold much significance to many unless it was a place where you made millions. To you however, you had explored this place so many times and had a lot of good memories here. Hell, this place even made you a believer in the supernatural-

A loud scream rips you from your memories and it hits you just how long you had been standing there like a sitting duck in the dingy parking lot. You curse under your breath and quickly run into the decrepit building. You sneak around as carefully as you can, being wary about some areas of the floor littered with debris and broken glass. This place no longer held the same warmth it did when you were back in the real world...or in your world, you mean? God, was this whole thing just confusing!

You slowly peak your head out from behind some dusty slot machines you were hiding behind. There was a generator next to you, but you didn't want to start working on the thing if whatever caused your teammate to scream was nearby. You cautiously reach for your camera and zoom into your surroundings. Honestly, you credit the thing for being the reason you survive these trials so much; it's easy to avoid the killer when you have night vision on your side.

At the sight of nothing, you let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. You quietly make your way to the generator and start working on it. The lack of sound locks you into the task at hand and you can feel your confidence increase the longer you successfully repair the thing. You are so close to fixing it entirely until another loud, blood-curdling scream echoes off of the walls. Your hand jolts and rips at a wire causing a rush of electricity to shoot through your fingertips. If the shriek you let out wasn't loud, then the mechanical clanging noise from your blunder certainly was.

You quickly scramble upwards and scan your surroundings, frantically. Your eyes dart around to look for a place to do the one thing that popped into your mind at this moment.

Hide.

You continue to look everywhere, your head spinning with fear. Shit, there weren't lockers anywhere and you could hear the sound of footsteps getting closer. Then, it hits you. Some of the casino tables have white cloths over them. You dive under the closest one and slam your hands over your mouth. You hold your breath, worried that it would be too loud and give away your position, especially as you can hear footsteps get closer and closer until they are right by your table.

You almost involuntarily whimper until you hear them move to the generator to investigate it. Whatever this person or thing may be, it lets out a dark chuckle that sounds...weirdly human but something's not right about it.

'A shapeshifter, maybe?' you wonder. Whatever, doesn't matter. You need to get far away from...it. A loud slamming noise makes you jump, but you realize that it gives you your chance. 'They're destroying the generator! I can make a break for it.'

You psych yourself up to sneak out from under the table as you lift up the cloth to crawl out but a gruesome sight halts you in your tracks and makes you gasp in horror. Lying right in front of you is one of your fellow survivors but it looks like whatever got to them was a vicious wild animal. You had found the remains of your fellow teammates before, but never were you ever so close to them.

They were completely torn open, with various organs strewn about, and the blood. Oh God, there was so much blood that you had managed to soak one of your palms in it. What does make you let out a soft cry however, is their dead, terrified eyes boring into you and their mouth still hanging open in a scream.

A scream you mimic as a clawed hand wraps around your ankle and rips you out from underneath the table.

In that moment of complete, primal terror, you screw your eyes shut and fight like hell to get free; something that you always did when you'd get caught during trials. You don't feel the creature loosen its grip on you until your flailing arm causes your bloodied palm to collide with some part of its body. Its face, maybe?

Nope, doesn't matter as you scramble away from them and climb to your feet to sprint away. You can lose them. You have to lose them. You dart into the back security hallways, knowing that there is a fire exit somewhere. Maybe the killer would think that you hid in one of the storage rooms or you could loop them around outside.

To the average person, these hallways would feel like a maze, but you knew them like the back of your hand. The feeling of fear and running for your life however, was helping you feel that kind of overwhelming anxiety. What you aren't prepared for is the suffocating hopelessness that ensnares you when you see that the fire exit is blocked off by a broken slot machine.

"No...," you breathe, disheartened. Tears begin to flow down your cheeks as you try in vain to push it out of the way, the word "no" continuing to escape you. You hated getting put on the hooks and you absolutely hated when a killer would "mori" you as the others called it. No shit, you and every other survivor, but you were still not used to it like they were. It still hurts so badly every time. A searing, tearing, and burning pain that reached into your very soul and remained there long after the trial itself.

And now, as you hear footsteps get closer and closer, you have to imagine what getting torn apart was going to feel like.

You bow your head and wait for the inevitable to come...but it never does. Instead, you hear the sound of a man speaking.

"Now, I don't remember that being there," he remarks.

Confused, you slowly turn around and feel surprised at what you see. The killer you were imagining did not match the one that stood before you. No, what was standing before you looked like an older man with slicked-back dark brown hair, beard, and mustache that had bits of grey sprinkled here and there. The things that tell you he isn't human though, are the large red horns on his head and matching tail that is casually swaying back and forth behind him, his black orbs for eyes that seem to light up when they land on your face, and his fingers which don't have nails but instead pointed and red at the ends. What really catches your eye though, is the garish, tiger-printed suit he is wearing.

Oh, you also notice the bloodied handprint on his right cheek. So you were right, you did strike his face.

"Holy shit, it really is you," he says with an amazed tilt of his head.

The statement is lost on you as it feels like your mind is short-circuiting. You really don't know what to think as you stare at him with eyes as wide as saucers. He clearly is a demon, sure, yet he still seems human somehow. He isn't extremely tall or muscular, but he's still taller than you and possesses great strength. After all, he gutted your teammate with his bare hands that are still stained crimson and he pulled you out from underneath that casino table like you weighed nothing. Then again, you have faced killers smaller than him who have thrown you over their shoulders with ease.

He quirks up a confused eyebrow at your dazed state and he raises a bloodied, clawed hand to your face and snaps his fingers.

"Helllllooooo, earth to Y/N," he teases as if you've known each other since forever. You get snapped out of your trance and whimper.

"How…how do you kn-know my name?” you squeak out, still confused as ever. Especially as you watch his face drop from your question but only for the briefest of moments.

“Oh, ya know...overheard the others talking about you. You’re pretty popular, huh?” he forces out, but you are too prepared to die to care at the oddness of his answer.

“L-look, just…p-please don’t kill me. Please,” you sniffle and beg, pathetically.

"Now what makes ya think I'd do that?" he asks, genuinely puzzled by your response.

"You...you killed the others...right?" you say, awkwardly. You've never had an actual conversation with one of the killers before. Then again, it's not like they ever gave you the option. Maybe this was a trick. His way of playing with his victims.

"Oh yeah, that," his nonchalant demeanor towards the whole thing only convinced you that this was a game of some kind. "Eh, it's complicated. Would love to sit and chat about it, kiddo, but I'm afraid I'm booked for the day."

He then adjusts the lapels of his suit jacket and rolls his shoulders as if getting ready for something. He then looks at the blocked-off fire exit and speaks once more.

"You're looking for a way out, right? Ya know, I think I saw something that would help you," he grins, causing you to see sharp fangs that peaked over his bottom lip.

"If you're gonna kill me, just do it," you sigh, frustrated. You really just want this to end. "I don't like being played with."

"Not playing with ya, kid. If I wanted to kill you, I would've by now," he explains, though it seems like he's almost...saddened by something? "See, it's all about the chase for me. That big rush of adrenaline leading to the big win. And hey, you led a good chase! But no, I don't wanna kill ya."

"Why?" what made you so special to him? You were just like the rest of your fellow survivors who were suddenly dragged into the fog. Just an average person going about your day one moment, and suddenly wound up in what you could only describe as hell the next.

Unfortunately, the demon before you doesn't give you a very satisfying answer. Odd, seeing that he took a while to decide what he wanted to say.

"Eh, what can I say? I guess I just like ya." he shrugs. At the sight of your unchanged expression, he sighs. "Look, I get it. You got no reason to trust me, but I'm really not gonna kill you. There's a hatch over by the roulette tables. I'll take ya there...and then we can go our separate ways. Deal?"

Seeing that continuing to argue was just going to keep you here forever, you finally decide to trust him. Either he was telling the truth and you would escape or he'd tear you apart like he did with the others. It really didn't matter to you, as long as you could finally end this.

The walk back to the actual casino part of the building was filled with awkward silence. You would keep glancing up at his face, tense and waiting for him to strike. You also remember the mark on his cheek and decide that extending a small olive branch may save you from death. Or at least a really painful one.

“Um…I’m sorry that I hit you,” you sheepishly apologize.

“Don’t worry about it. You aren't the first pretty gal that's smacked me in the face,” he says, once again nonchalant. “I will say you pack a mean hit, though. Almost felt my ears ringing there.”

At the sound of his playful tone, you let out a soft, nervous laugh before going back to walking in silence.

To your surprise, you find that the demon wasn't lying to you at all. There was the hatch, wide open and beckoning you to jump inside and head back to the campfire.

"Whelp kiddo, this looks like your stop," he gestures to the hatch as if he were modeling a new car you just won. Suddenly, he perks up and quickly reaches into his jacket. "Shit, I almost forgot...does this look familiar to you?"

He pulls out something you didn't even realize you were missing: your camera. You must've dropped it when you were struggling with him before. Your face lights up at the sight of it and without thinking, you walk up to the demon to take it from him. While it may seem like a silly thing to feel attached to, it was one of the few reminders you had on you of your life before winding up in the fog. Because of that, you treat the device like a safety blanket.

The demon decides to surprise you once more and just hands it back to you. No teasing, no threats, no tricks. You swear you can feel a small smile tug at the corners of your lips at that.

"Well then," he says with a clap of his hands. "This was fun and all, but I think it's time to get a move on, right?"

"Uh yeah...right," you mumble, before clearing your throat. "Hey...thanks."

"No problemo, kid. I'll be seeing you around," he shoots a finger gun at you before taking a step back. He really wants you to know that this isn't a trick and that he was allowing you to leave.

With that, you give him a little nod and jump down into the hatch. As you make your way back to the campfire, all you can think is one thing.

'Who was that guy?'

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As the hatch slams shut, Ace’s face drops and his tail that had been swaying rhythmically stops.

You don’t recognize him, though he shouldn’t be all too surprised. This was the first time you’ve actually seen him.

Also touch him but why did it have to be a hard slap. Once again though, he couldn’t blame you. I mean, it wasn’t like he made the best first impression after not seeing you in what felt like both years and mere minutes.

In his defense, he didn’t know it was you under that poker table; he didn’t think you were here, period. He was ready for another thrilling chase that didn’t involve cards or chips…only to see your terrified face. He thought letting you go and calling your name would snap you out of it, but the stinging in his cheek gave him his answer.

It felt like a curse. Here in the fog, he had his strength back, you could see, hear, and touch him…but you didn’t recognize him. And how could he remind you after you’ve seen the carnage he could do? Hell, even he was still surprised at how easy ripping through flesh was for him. You’ve forgiven him of some shit before, but this?

Forget it. Maybe you’d recognize him, or at least see that he didn’t mean you any harm and accept him. Of course that was also asking you to look past the fact that he needed to sacrifice or kill your fellow survivors during trials. That was a tall order, and Ace wonders if he is in fact that lucky.

‘Maybe,’ he thinks as he watches black smoke starting to circle around him. It was time for another trial.

‘Just maybe.’

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You ended up seeing that peculiar demon a handful of times after your first trial with him. Sometimes he'd stroll up after your teammates had been dealt with. Sometimes you'd bump into him at the beginning and he'd greet you before going to look for the others. No matter what though, the trial always ended with you leaving, unscathed.

You knew it was all very strange. I mean, sure, he let you go that one time and you thought he was just in a good mood, took pity on you, or something else entirely. But being let go every time? No other killer was this nice.

Once again you found yourself wondering what made you so special. You've never seen him before, you would've definitely remembered, yet he treated you like you were an old friend. You think you'd remember if you had a literal demon colleague. You did have a ghost friend before winding up in the fog but...well, he just wasn't here. He haunted the old casino but you didn't feel his presence anymore, not that you were good at sensing the paranormal.

But even with you being not so spiritually inclined, you would've known if you met a demon...right?

Well, you supposed that it didn't matter. You should honestly just be happy that there was one killer that wouldn't hurt you. Your big fear at the moment though, was the other survivors finding out. You got along well enough with some of them around the campfire, but you worried that everyone would think you were friends with the demon due to his liking towards you. I mean, how would you feel if someone who was supposed to be your teammate was affable with someone who would impale you on a hook or brutally kill you? How would you feel if they actually didn't mind the special treatment?

Hey, you were only human, and who doesn't like to feel a little bit special every once in a while?

You wondered how long that would last though. There was no way it would last forever. Eventually, he'd get bored of the charade and you'd become another body he'd rip apart or hook. Hell, maybe a new survivor would come along and catch his eye for some reason and you'd become old news. That's why you kept your mouth shut about it around the campfire when "The Demon" as you all called him, would pop up in conversation. You even laughed this one time when he was referred to as "that bastard in the ugly outfits." Even then, you really couldn't lie to yourself and say that you didn't like him.

And things were only going to get more and more complicated.

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"-Y/N, come on, let's go," a sharp voice barks and yanks you back to reality.

"Huh, what?" you ask, as you glance up at Nea who looks both annoyed but also a bit concerned at your dazed state. Out of all of the survivors, you and her got along really well. She found your urbex hobby interesting and it was nice to have someone who was on par with your agility; hell, if anything, you'd say she's better than you at sneaking around. She also didn't mind sitting down in front of your camera to tell stories of her rebellious escapades or even just make a goofy video with no substance whatsoever.

You never knew if any of the stories she would tell you were true, but you supposed it didn't matter. In a place like the fog, everyone needed a bit of entertainment and fun, so what harm did a bit of embellishment do?

"I said this generator is done. Now, let's go," she repeats, giving you a look that says 'what's up with you?'

"Oh shit, yeah," you stutter out and climb to your feet.

Another day, another trial, this time in the casino again. You both had completed a generator in the familiar security hallways and were sneaking around to look for another.

Slowly, you peer out from the door frame that leads back into the actual casino, your other hand reaching for your camera. You lift it and scan the area to see if the coast is clear. Just then, you catch the briefest of glimpses of a familiar, red tail disappearing around a corner and feel a smile threatening to break out on your lips.

"See anything?" Nea asks, watching your back so no one could sneak up on you two.

"Hm? Oh, uh yeah. It-it's 'The Demon' this time," you respond, quickly putting your camera down and clearing your throat.

"Augh, that creep," Nea scoffs.

"There are worse killers to face," you say, trying not to sound too defensive. At the sight of her giving you an odd look, you quickly add on. "It looks like he's heading outside, someone may be trying to loop him. If we split up, we can fix the generator in the grotto and upstairs."

'...Yeah, okay," she finally agrees, deciding that trying to start an argument over something strange during a trial wasn't worth it. "Hope you don't mind leaping from a railing if you get caught, because I'm taking the grotto."

"Sounds good to me, but I'm taking your toolbox, then," you push, turning to look back at her. Nea scowls and mutters a small 'fine,' before handing it to you. She supposes it's fair since the little room you were going to was a dead end, so you'd need the extra aid. You give her a nod of appreciation and quickly make your way to the stairs, while Nea sneaks off to find her generator. It was good she chose the one that would allow her to escape since you didn't have to worry about your life.

The casino's second floor was smaller, with a railing allowing you to oversee the bottom. There was only a small bar, private game rooms, and bedrooms for activities that you didn't want to think about at the moment.

Eventually, you find the room you're looking for. It's empty except for a generator that needed repairing. While you make quick work of the thing thanks to your toolbox, you find your mind drifting again, just like before. As such, you don't hear the sound of familiar footsteps making their way to the room.

"Ah, here's where you ran off to," a male voice speaks, making you leap and almost electrocute yourself. You quickly turn your head to the doorframe and exhale a shaky breath. It was just your favorite demon. "You know you don't gotta fix these things when I'm around, right?"

"And you know the others wouldn't like me if I did that," you retort. "I still gotta do my part, even if you'll get me the hatch."

You then turn to continue fixing the generator, but can still feel his eyes on you while you work.

"You know if Nea comes up here to get me, she's not gonna be happy when she sees you," you say over your shoulder.

"That's the sneaky one, right? Your friend?" he asks, causing you to nod. "Gotcha. She's a tough one, I'll tell you that. And hey, when she comes, just follow my lead."

"What do you mean?" you ask with a confused tilt of your head.

"I'll take some swipes at ya, miss, and you both can sneak out to the gate," he elaborates, motioning in the direction of the titular exit.

"That works," you nod, finishing up the final repairs on the generator. Once done, you stand and brush your hands off against your pants with a satisfied huff.

"Well, what do ya know, looks like we don't need to do my plan after all," he muses, before stepping aside so you can exit the room.

"Thank you," you smile, but before you exit, a thought enters your head. "Hey...can I ask you something?"

"Of course, kiddo," he grins and adjusts the lapels of his suit jacket.

"Well, it's just that...we've bumped into each other during a lot of trials now, and I was wondering if you have an actual name. I mean, around the campfire, we just call you 'The Demon,' so I was just curious," you explain, looking up into his black eyes.

You had wondered if asking for his name was the right move. I mean, you can't just ignore the fact that he is still a killer despite how nice he treats you; you can't ignore the fact that he sacrifices or kills the other survivors. You already don't want to consider him a friend because of that even though you do like him, and getting his name seemed like it would muddy that thought process. Then again, he did know your name, so it was only fair right?

"Aww, you guys talk about lil ol' me?" he grins and presses his hands to his chest, jokingly flattered.

"Heh, it's not good things, you know," you say with a shake of your head. You've learned that you can't help but smile at his playfulness though. "No one has good experiences with you like I do."

"Well, maybe if they sat down and talked to me, they'd be able to look past the whole...."

"'You killing them' thing," you finish.

"...Yeah, I see your point," the demon pouts in faux frustration, making you giggle. He then drops the act and continues. "I guess they just don't know me like you do."

"I don't know much about you, though. I mean, I literally just asked you for your name," you correct.

"Believe me, Y/N. You know me more than you think, even my name," he takes a step closer to you and elaborates when he sees you give him an odd look. "Do you remember when you first arrived here? Not here, but back in reality. You saw a piece of glass move and were scared, but you didn't run. You took out your camera to film it, but you asked if it was okay to record me."

You can feel the gears in your head turning at that. The memory replays in your head over and over again, before realizing where he was going with this.

'It can't be...,' you think, eyes widening.

"You came back the next day with this odd device," he carries on, feeling a hopeful smile grow on his face at your reaction. "You told me to speak into the thing and ask what my name was....You still remember it...don't you?"

"...Ace?" you breathe out in disbelief. You really can't believe it. All this time you thought you'd never see your ghost friend again, only to find out you've been running into him this whole time. You don't understand. It doesn't make any sense.

"Hey, Y/N," he says with a soft smile as if he was seeing you again for the first time.

You open your mouth to speak again, but stop when you hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

"Oh God, Nea!" you gasp and realize she's done with her generator. The gate was open.

"Alrighty looks like party time's over," Ace quickly darts into the room and practically pushes you out right in the nick of time. Nea rounds a corner and as soon as she spots you, grabs your hand and drags you to the stairs.

"Come on, Y/N, we got to get the hell out of here!" she whisper-screams at you. She notices the surprised look on your face but decides it's best to ask you about it when you two are back at the campfire.

Once in the dingy parking lot where the gate is, she flips the switch to open it, muttering obscenities for the thing to move faster. You meanwhile, continue to stare at the casino incredulously, your mind filled with so many different thoughts and emotions.

As soon as the gate is opened wide enough for the two of you to squeeze through, Nea pulls you behind her again and dashes straight to the campfire. You continue to look behind you, watching as the building you knew so well gets farther and farther away. Right as the gate is about to close, you spot a familiar silhouette standing at the entrance.

"Jesus, and here I thought we weren't gonna make it," your friend huffs and slows down, before turning to you. "What's gotten into you, Y/N? You were acting so weird during that."

"I don't know," you mumble. "I guess I was just too busy reminiscing."

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There's a rumor that some of the walking trails around the campfire can lead to the different environments where trials took place, and you want to see if that's true. Your free time was now spent exploring these different trails in order to make it back to the casino. You need to talk to that demon again because you honestly can't believe that he is Ace. But how did he know the details of your first meeting? Also, as you've thought about this before, you feel like you would've known if a demon was present. But then why didn't you sense what he was every time you met with him?

Well, that's what these expeditions of yours were for. You were going to talk to him one way or another, no matter how many trails you needed to walk down. You weren't going to just wait for another trial with him.

Every time you walk down a new trial, you think the same thought over and over in your head: How would you feel if he was telling the truth or lying? You tried to deny liking him, though you knew deep in your heart it wasn't true. If he was lying to you and tricking you, you honestly wonder if you want anything to do with him after that. Sure, it would make things easier if you hated him and he finally stopped giving you special treatment, but you know that would hurt you; not just physically from being put on a hook or gutted, but emotionally too.

'But if he is telling the truth. If he really is Ace...,' you ponder. Well, that would complicate everything. You had a deep connection with your specter the moment you befriended him. Your relationship with him went beyond the physical, making it weirdly stronger than what you had with your human friends. 'He hurts the others during trials though....'

Well, surely he must have a reason right? Augh, why are you making excuses for him? He's a demon, it's not like they're known for compassion and kindness. But why was he so nice to you? Even now, when he could easily tear your flesh from your bones, he continues to treat you as a friend.

You don't know how many trails you've gone down before you finally arrive at the casino again. It feels so surreal seeing it outside of a trial; it feels like a normal place, now.

As you trek across cracked concrete to the front entrance, you realize that he might not even be here. He could be doing a trial or maybe exploring somewhere else. After all, if you could get here fine, why would he be any different? Well then, you'd just wait for him and if you were called to a trial, then you'd come back later.

As you open one of the doors, you open your mouth to call out to him but stop. If he didn't have the name that meant so much to you, then you weren't going to call him that. You continue walking around, looking between slot machines and glancing at tables until you find who you're looking for.

There he is, sitting at one of the casino tables, the white cloth that covered it lying carelessly on the floor. Due to the cloth's protection from the sun, dust, and debris, the green was still as vibrant and bright as it must've been before the place closed down. Due to him being so enthralled in a card game he's playing, he doesn't notice you until you're right at the table with him, making him jump.

"Woah!" he yells, before quickly clearing his throat and smiling up at you. "I mean um-hey."

"I just need more proof," you begin, not bothering to wait any longer for answers. "I just...I just need one more thing. Please."

His face drops at that, upset that you don't believe him. Still, he nods at you and composes himself.

"Okay," he says gazing right into your eyes. "You had asked me what my favorite game was and I told you it was blackjack. You then came by the next day and said exactly 'I don't know shit about blackjack, but I wanted to give you something.' You remember?"

You nod and can picture that moment in your head clearly. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you are now letting hope set in.

This really was him.

Ace knows he doesn't need to explain any further and reaches into his suit jacket's breast pocket. He then pulls out two cards and lays them flat on the table. The first was the 10 of clubs and the second was the ace of hearts with two words written in sharpie underneath it; they read "From: Y/N."

"You know, no one had ever gotten me a gift before, so I knew I had to get you something too," he says, feeling himself smile again as he watches your own form on your face. "Don't suppose you still have it, do you?"

You reach into one of the front pockets of your jeans and pull out a blue, sun-bleached casino chip with an 'A' messily carved into the smooth surface. You place a hand over your heart and look between the small disk and him.

"I don't believe it," you breathe, smiling wider than you ever have before. Ace gets up from his seat and moves to stand in front of you. Once he's close enough, you throw your arms around him and pull him into a tight hug.

He happily returns your embrace, resting one clawed hand on the small of your back and the other on the base of your neck. He truly can't remember ever feeling this elated before. He had only dreamed of being able to hold you before winding up in the fog and every time he ran into you during trials, he never touched you save for the brief moment last time when he pushed you out of the private game room. He savors the feeling of your body heat radiating off of you, the fabric of your shirt under one of his palms, and the texture of your hair under the other. In his joy, he doesn't realize that his tail is swaying rapidly and that there is a deep, rumbling sound coming from his throat.

So demons can purr. You learn something new every day.

"I don't understand, though," you finally pull away and look up at Ace. "I mean, you actually have a body now and I can see you and...how did you even get here, anyways?

"It's a bit of a long story," he laughs and tries to distract himself from the fact that he was already missing your hug. "There was only so much I could explain to you. Both through that spirit box of yours and here."

You purse your lips in thought before a light bulb goes off in your head. You hold your camera up and ask him another question.

"How about an interview, then?"

"Only if you promise to get my good side," he jests.

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You and Ace sat down at the table he was playing his card game on and you set up your camera to record. You had to admit you were really giddy at the opportunity to interview one of the killers and not have to worry about getting torn to shreds. Once you commenced the interview, you first wanted him to start from the top and explain his whole life up until that point.

"I've been around for a while now. There are many different types of demons that dabble in the different sins and such. Me? I'm a demon of greed. I basically went around signing deals with some poor shmoes who wanted to make it big. Once their time was up, I'd eat their soul and move on to the next person. I did this until I found one guy who got me my big break.

Now, this guy was in sorry shape. Middle-aged, balding, divorced, and had a casino that was on its last legs. This casino to be exact. So I basically made a deal with him, like always. I'd breathe some life into this joint if he promised to give me his soul when he died. Obviously, we shook hands on it and I renovated this place into a gambler's paradise. After that, I influenced a few minds to give this place a try, and by the end of the week, the dude was making millions.

Here's the thing, though. I was not prepared for the amount of greed that dwells in a place like that. Everybody there was chasing the all-mighty dollar, and the longer I stayed, the stronger I got. Eventually, I got tired of just standing on the sidelines while the sorry son of a bitch I helped started taking credit for my hard work so I...cut our deal short.

Now I had never killed anybody I made a contract with, I mean I was always content waiting it out until the Grim Reaper came knocking. But this guy was talking big game for someone who was gonna lose it all if it weren't for me. Never gave me a fucking 'thank you' either. So I had enough and decided to put this casino under new management: Me.

I didn't even have to eat the guy's soul either. All of the greed energy and the draining life force of the gambling addicts that showed up was enough. Not only could my handsome self walk among you humans, but I could get rid of the more demonic features to blend in.

It was fun and I had my laughs until some pastor started creeping around here. At first, I wasn't worried. In fact, I was proud of myself. I made this casino so good that I was gonna trap a man of God. I mean, I was close. It wasn't him that was hooked, it was his son. And just like that, the jig was up. Took a fuckton of priests and a handful of different rituals before I was weakened and bound to this place. Basically, it all went to shit and I was reduced to a ghost, only having enough energy to throw things.

Years passed and the only company I ever had was a wild animal or homeless person I'd chase off. I never wanted their company, I wanted to be alone and angry at everything and everyone. I guess I was hoping my rage would give me some sort of strength back, but no dice. But then you came along, and boy, was I curious.

I mean, this casino in its heyday was filled with gorgeous women, and I expected the rot and debris would scare them all off. Not you though. You still saw something good, here, something worthwhile. And because of that, I realized I wanted to keep you around, especially since you asked so politely if you could record me moving rocks or whatever.

The more you came by and talked with me, the more I realized just how much I missed having someone around...and that I really liked having a real friend."

You nod, taking in his story. As you expected, he was apathetic and cruel at some point, yet you can't help but feel sympathy for him after being alone and weak for who knows how long. You do feel some joy from the fact that you gave him the companionship he needed, though.

"And how you got here?" you ask after digesting his past.

"That I don't really know," he admits, his lips dipping down into a frown. "I know it wasn't long after you told me about your anniversary video. I was waiting for you to come back and tell me how it went but...you never did. I knew you'd never just leave without saying anything, so I was worried that something happened to you and...the next thing I knew, I was here. Like overnight, I wound up here.

The first thing I noticed was that I had my physical form back. I had my strength back. But how? Just then, I heard this voice in my head. I don't know who or what it is, but I can tell ya it's the one who runs the show around here."

"Like the reason we're all here? The reason for the trials?" you lean forward, intrigued.

"Bingo," Ace says. "Well, anyways, they told me that I could be my old, handsome self again as long as I brought them sacrifices. That's what the hooks are for, but I think you already know that, right?"

You nod, waiting for him to continue.

"I thought, 'hey, that's a pretty good deal!' I mean, I was now in some weird dimension and...and I thought I lost you so I felt all the years of rage come back to me. If I could release this pent-up anger and keep my strength, then I'd sacrifice every sorry bastard I came across.

But even then, it wasn't enough. Before here and before I was weakened, I would feast on souls and greed energy to keep my power and strength. I thought that as long as I gave sacrifices, I would keep those and never go hungry. As you can imagine though, that wasn't the case. My strength and my hunger are not dependent on each other anymore...so I had to find other ways to eat."

"That's...that's why you mori the others?" you breathe, though his silence gives you your answer. "Ah...."

"I don't know what happens to me," Ace shakes his head and tries to find the right words to describe it. "When I get hungry, it feels like it's all I can think about. Like some kind of animalistic shit. When I finally found you though, when I saw your face after worrying I'd never see you again, it felt like I could finally think clearly. There were no sacrifices for power, there was no rage, there was no hunger. It was just you...."

He stops, not knowing how to continue and to be honest, he didn't want to continue. You just lower your head, once again taking in his response. So that's what the hooks and killing is all about; for power and for hunger, not so much sadistic pleasure. You now wonder what ultimatum the other killers were given on the matter.

"...Why didn't you tell me who you were sooner?" you finally speak, looking back up at him.

"Because I thought you'd hate me," Ace gives you a strange look, like you asked a dumb question. "I mean, I have to kill people, now. That's not something you can easily forgive someone for."

"I wouldn't say that," you say, reaching across the table to hold his clawed hands. "I thought you must've had a reason. After all, you have always been so nice to me, even now. I guess I just didn't want to think that you'd hurt people for fun."

He looks between your face and your hands that are intertwined with his.

"Maybe before, when I was running this place..." he begins. "After meeting you though, I think I finally knew what human emotions were. I hated being weak and bound to this place, but I think I needed to be in order to know how good things like compassion and...and love could feel like."

"Wait...you love me?" you ask, your eyes widen in surprise. You remember always joking that Ace was your "ghost admirer" based on how nice he'd treat you and how he always seemed jealous of your male friends. He even scratched one of them up pretty bad though you never knew the reason why. Now you realize just how obvious you were.

"Yeah well...," Ace begins, wanting to be his usual, playful self until he just settles with a sorrowful smile and a nod. "Yeah, I love you. I mean, I know it can't work but... a guy can dream, ya know?"

"What do you mean it can't work?" once again, he gives you a look that says "isn't it obvious?" "Sure, it wouldn't have worked before we wound up here, but...."

You trail off, unsure if you want to continue that statement at first. Wasn't this moving a bit fast? You've only just now realized that you've been running into Ace this whole time and finally got a clear grasp on his history. At the same time, however, you two have technically known each other for a while and now it was just a matter of getting used to being able to see, hear, and touch him; you can certainly get there though, as he is rather attractive, gives great hugs, and it'll be easier to understand him now. Okay, what about him being a killer and you being a survivor? Well, everyone was used to getting hooked and moried at this point, even you now. No matter what, everyone returned to the campfire and would just continue on with what they were doing before being called to a trial. Besides...who says you need to tell anyone about your relationship?

Above all though, you feel like your feelings towards him were always deeper than just friendship. Of course, when he was "ghost-adjacent," you knew it would never work. It is possible now, however, and deep down inside, you desire a romantic connection with someone. Even before arriving in the fog, you were waiting to find the right person to love. And at this moment, you can't imagine having it with anyone else.

"It'll be...unconventional, but I would be willing to make it work, Ace," you lean closer to him and squeeze his hands reassuringly. "It'll take some time getting used to everything, but I love you too, and I wanna try."

After seeing how close your face is to his, a playful smile breaks out on his face.

"Really? You sure that's what you-mph!" his statement gets cut off by your lips pressing against his. Like with the hug, he eagerly reciprocates the kiss, but you can't help but notice how he seems to be holding back. Well, you suppose you did startle him a bit.

Letting go of his hands, you tilt your head and hold his face. The feeling causes Ace to emit the low rumbling sound like before, losing himself to the pleasant feeling. He raises one of his hands to thread his clawed fingers through your hair and hold you closer.

You don't notice how your body gets warmer and your mind gets cloudy. All you care about is the feeling and you want more. You lick at the demon's bottom lip, silently asking permission to take the kiss further. If he wasn't so drunk on your touch, he would've known the dangerous game you two were going to play. Now though, he has no problem parting his lips and allowing his tongue to greet yours.

The sensation makes you moan into his mouth, especially as you feel how long his tongue feels. God, he could probably shove it down your throat if he wanted to. Or even better, it would feel so good if he licked and shoved it in your-

Suddenly, Ace breaks the kiss, realizing just how far things would go if you two continued on. In all honesty though, it was probably too late, now.

"Well now, someone wants to move things along quickly," Ace chuckles. "I guess you really do want this, huh?"

"Y-Yeah, sorry. I really don't know what's gotten into me," you laugh, nervously. God, your body still feels so hot and your stomach feels...empty? No, that's not right. Ever since arriving in the fog, you never felt hungry. No, it's not your stomach, it feels lower. "Are you uh...are you feeling a bit strange, too?"

"Yeah, shit, there's something else I gotta tell y-," before Ace can explain anything, black smoke begins to envelop you. Your brain is still cloudy so you don't notice it right away, almost like you're drunk. When you do, your eyes widen in surprise and you look up at him. "Come back here, when you're done, okay! I'll explain everything! It'll be hard, but try to stay focused!"

You nod, but don't know what he means by "stay focused." As you get whisked away to the trial, you ponder it. You weren't feeling too bad, the strange sensation wasn't distracting or anything.

At least, it wasn't distracting yet.

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As you thought, at the start of the trial, you were locked in. You fixed a couple of generators, rummaged around for supplies, and avoided the killer well enough. While looking for another generator to do, the warmth of your body becomes more and more unbearable. Why did you feel so hot? You were at the ski resort on Mount Ormond, it was the coldest place to do trials. Why was your body burning up and why are you panting like you just ran a marathon?

And it all got worse.

You now understand what Ace meant by "stay focused." You were struggling to keep up with the others, and surprise surprise, you got downed and hooked. You didn't even want your fellow survivors to save you, because you would be no help. Besides, being sacrificed really didn't feel so bad. In fact, the pain leading up to the black void you found yourself in, a place you always went after getting moried or sacrificed, felt weirdly dull. In this void, an intermediate place between death and the campfire, you begin to think about the sensation of your body.

Ace knew something. He could fix this, right? Ace...Ace...Ace.

God, it feels like he's all you can think about right now. His handsome face, the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, his clawed hands that could so easily rip you to shreds if he wanted to, even though you know he never would. They could easily tear your clothes off, though. That sounds wonderful due to your burning skin, plus it would allow him to touch you properly.

You can only imagine how good having his hands all over you would feel. Them squeezing the soft flesh of your tits and ass. Maybe have one of them wrapped around your throat while he pumped his fingers inside of you, claws threatening to nick the velvet walls of your pussy. Or maybe they'd be holding your thighs apart while his long tongue licked all over you, reaching the deepest parts inside your core. Perhaps it wouldn't just be his tongue doing that, and instead, he'd be holding your legs up and pushing your knees against your chest. You can just imagine him filling you up nice and full with his cock, alleviating the emptiness that you now know is coming from your cunt.

You open your eyes and realize you're on the path leading back to the campfire. You aren't going to head back there, however. No, you need to head back to the casino and get your hands on that demon. Or, more accurately, have him get his hands on you.

You don't know how you managed to get there, your head dizzy and with every step, you could feel your soaked panties get more and more ruined. This was arousal unlike anything you had ever experienced before and it's pure luck when you find yourself on the right trail, your feet meeting the transition from dirt to cracked concrete. There you spot him. Ace was standing in the doorway of the entrance, eyes lighting up when they spotted you.

He walks up to you and opens up his mouth to speak, but you cut him off by throwing yourself onto him, lips slamming against his. You try to press your body as close and as you physically can to his. Even then, it still doesn't feel enough, not when you still had your clothes in the way.

Ace pulls away the best he can from the heated kiss. He knew instantly that the one you two shared previously was going to be too much for you, and he was right.

"Hey, now...don't you wanna sit...have a bit of a chat before going on, sweetheart?" he tries to get out in between your lips constantly pressing against his.

"No...n-need you now," you whine, letting out soft pleas for him to relieve you of your ailment. Begging him to just take you now, because the explanation can wait.

"Heh...if you say so, beautiful-," he replies but cuts himself off with a low growl; an audible response to you grinding your body against him. His clawed hands glide themselves down your sides, feeling up the curves of your body before snaking around to grope your ass. He then startles you by suddenly lifting you up, causing you to wrap your limbs around him.

Your surprise only lasts for a mere second as you enjoy the feeling of your body ensnared around him. You pepper Ace's neck with kisses, not noticing him carrying you into the casino and laying you on the same poker table that you two were talking at half an hour ago; you would've never predicted your little interview with him would end like this.

Interview...the interview...wait a minute.

You turn your head to the side, causing the demon above you to take this as an invitation to attack your neck in kisses as well. That wasn't your intention, not that you mind of course. No, you wanted to look over and spot just what you were thinking about. There was your camera, looking back at you with the little red light still on; it was still recording.

You debate bringing this up to Ace to shut the device off, but the thought of recording the two of you engaging in such a sinful act sounds too delicious. An airy giggle escapes you, both from the thought and from his facial hair tickling your soft skin.

"I've never h-had an interview...end like this," you breathe, making him chuckle. He then pulls away to remove your shirt but stops when he catches your camera from the corner of his eye.

He looks between you and your device, noticing how you don't seem uncomfortable as you shoot a glance back at it.

"That so?" he purrs, a sly smirk on his face, to which you nod. He laughs again, this time sounding a lot darker than before, a noise that goes straight to your aching cunt. "Good. Don't want anyone touching what's daddy's, right?"

Without giving you the chance to reply, Ace grabs onto your top and rips it from your body, causing shreds of fabric to scatter along the table and floor. You yelp in surprise, but your pupils blow up wide. If you weren't so damn horny, you would be so grateful for the fact that your clothes magically repair themselves. You've dirtied and torn your clothes in and out of trials before and they always were fine the next time you looked down; something that would help save you from the dilemma of how you were going to get back to the campfire with no clothes.

Oh, how he loves the sight of arousal swimming within those doe eyes you're giving him. He hovers over you again, looping a finger around the center gore of your bra and tugging it down. Your breasts spill out from the garment, nipples hardening from the cool air. He wastes no time squeezing and groping your chest and flicking his thumbs over the sensitive buds.

Ace still can't believe that this is real. Sure, the fantasies that he's had about you since the day he knew he loved you weren't always perverted. He would wish that he had been able to meet you when he still had his physical form and the casino was still as popular as ever. He'd take you out for a night on the town, buying you expensive dinners and taking you to fancy clubs. Taking you to your favorite stores and spoiling you, buying everything you wanted. Maybe he'd indulge in your unusual hobby by visiting old, abandoned places with you. Or perhaps you two would just stay in for the night, curled up on a nice, comfy couch and watch a movie.

He is a demon of course, and though his domain was greed, lust still came naturally for him. From the moment he saw you, he was enthralled by your beauty; you really didn't look like someone he'd imagine going to desolate buildings for fun. It only made him feel even more bitter about his predicament. There he was, forced to be around a gorgeous woman he thought he couldn't have. He knew he could please you well, too. Demons know a lot about humans and what makes them tick; what could have them writhing in overwhelming pleasure.

He wondered about your sexual appetite. You never mentioned having a partner whenever you would visit him, and you never mentioned being interested in anyone. You also weren't the type for one-night stands either. No, for the most part, that beautiful soul of yours was the purest thing he had ever seen, not that he surrounded himself with "pure" individuals when he was running this place. That beautiful little light within you that held your life, and you allowed yourself to give him the smallest piece of it in the form of a winning hand. That was the moment that made Ace feel an unfamiliar sensation swirling in his empty chest. That was the moment that he knew he was in love.

Still, purity of the soul did not mean free of sin. It was human nature to indulge in it every once in a while, after all. No, purity simply meant how moral and just a person was, and he could see that you had a good heart. A good heart, yet you remained untouched by any man. That baffled him, thinking that you would've been fighting men off by a stick due to your kindness and beauty, not that he was going to complain.

He wondered what would keep you up at night, slipping a hand underneath your panties to relieve the aches you felt. What did you think about during those twilight hours? What fantasies danced inside that pretty head of yours?

"A-Ace?" you whimper, curious as to what made him get so lost in thought.

"Sorry, Baby. Just thinking a bit," he purrs, before gripping your bra and tearing it from your body like your shirt, once again making you squeak. "I guess you're just so damn gorgeous that I got distracted."

He then gently drags his claws down your stomach until they meet the top of your jeans.

"Hm, not gonna be able to rip these off easy...," he lets out a disappointed growl, before patting your thigh. "Care to lift your hips up for me, sweetheart?"

You do as you're told, hovering your hips up as Ace undoes your pants and pulls them off of you.

"Atta girl," he praises, before kneeling down and spreading your legs. A groan escapes him when he sees the large, dark stain that had formed from your arousal. "Aww, we really need to take care of you, don't we?"

He pushes your panties to the side, another growl leaving his throat when he finally sees your soaking pussy. His clawed thumb slowly swipes upwards through your slit, collecting a large amount of your juice on it.

"Oh yeah," he smirks and licks off the slick on his digit with his long tongue, locking his black eyes on yours. "Daddy's gonna take good care of you, babydoll."

An embarrassingly loud moan is ripped from you as Ace licks a long stripe from your weeping hole to your clit. You slam your hands over your mouth, but he gives you a disappointed look and moves to grab them.

"Aww, come on beautiful, no need to hide your voice from me," he coos, placing one of your hands in his hair and the other wrapped around one of his horns. He kneels back down to continue lapping at your dripping pussy. " Not like there's anyone else here. Just you and me. Besides, I think a bit of noise will make for a better video"

"Yeah...I think so too," you sheepishly chuckle. "I guess I just wasn't prepared for how good that would feel."

The demon in between your legs rests his head on your thigh, smirking up at you while he plays with your ruined panties. You honestly are prepared for him to tear them to shreds like the majority of your clothes.

"You haven't done this before, have you?" he asks, though he already knows the answer. Maybe having you actually say it will have you thinking straight about what you're about to do.

"Uh hehe...well, yeah," you stutter. You wonder if there was anyone else in the world who had lost their virginity to a demon. There was no way that you were going to be the only one. Well...you probably were going to be the only one to have your first time with a demon who actually loves you.

"Mm, well I should warn you then, sweetheart...," Ace begins, teasing your soaked cunt with the pads of his fingers, threatening to push them inside of you. "I don't think you're gonna wanna be with anyone else, when I'm done with you."

With that, he sinks his digits inside of you, being ever so careful and minding his claws. A hum of delight escapes him at the little resistance he has with stretching you out; hopefully that means your tight cunt will be able to take his cock nicely later. He grins when he hears your breath hitch and feels your grip tighten on his hair and horn. He then leans forward and swirls his tongue around your clit, sending little jolts of pleasure coursing through you.

"D-Don't hah! Don't think I-I want anyone else," you cry out. Even though your mind was clouded heavily by lust, you were completely certain about your statement. You are completely sure that you want him and him alone.

Though he is busy indulging himself on your sex, he does feel moved by your words. After thinking that you could only ever be his in his dreams, now he has you.

Just as you have him.

Just then, the pads of his fingers brush up against that sweet little spot inside of you that he was looking for, making you sob in ecstasy. He savors every single one of your moans as he presses his digits against it, and he only adds to your satisfaction by latching his lips around your clit and sucking on it, hard.

With every stroke, lick, and suck, you feel waves of pleasure crashing down upon you. You've never felt so good in your entire life, especially since your arrival in the fog. Augh, how could you even think about anything right now while it feels like pure bliss is flowing through you, though? Even then, despite lying practically bare against the felt of the poker table, despite how good Ace's fingers and mouth are pleasing you, and despite how you can feel your release building within you, it's still not enough.

You want more. You need more.

"O-Oooh fuck! A-Ace...Ace, please! Need you...in-ah!" you struggle to get out. You need his cock pumping inside of you, now. You need him to fill you up and relieve you of the empty feeling that's still persisting inside of you, even with his fingers stretching you out.

"Mm, not yet, babydoll," he teases, replacing his mouth with his thumb to toy with your clit. "Daddy's not done tasting you."

Removing his fingers from within you with a pop, he then raises them to his mouth and licks them clean of your arousal. Once he's done, he grabs your legs and rests them on his shoulders, practically folding your body in half when he leans back down to lap up the mess he made of your pussy again.

All you can do is lay there and moan loudly as your orgasm gets closer and closer. Your hands tug at his hair and horns as you try to grind yourself against his face, tears of pleasure stinging your eyes.

"A-Ace! Oh fuuuuck, Ace! I-I'm cumming! I'm cumming-fuck!" you sob, back arching off of the table. The coil that had been forming inside of you finally snaps and your release washes over you.

Ace eagerly drinks up every drop of your juices that hits his tongue, letting out a pleasant moan at the taste. Even as you come down from your high and your body twitches from overstimulation, neither of you wants this to stop.

Once he finally pulls away, he wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his suit jacket. He then pulls himself up and rests his hands by the sides of your head, hovering over you. You gaze up at him with half-lidded eyes and flash him a tired smile. He shoots you his own soft grin and rests a hand on your cheek.

"I didn't break my baby now, did I?" he jokes due to how exhausted you look.

"N-No...still good," you pant and shake your head.

"Good. Would hate to break her so soon when I know she wants more, right?" he asks, making you nod enthusiastically. You just came, but now you want him to fuck you properly. God, you don't remember ever being this insatiable before.

With that, Ace takes a step back and begins to undo his belt. You prop yourself up onto your forearms to watch him, feeling weirdly mesmerized by the sight. When he's done, he pulls his pants down just enough for his cock to spring free and rest against his abdomen.

You whimper as you stare at it. If your mind was clearer, you would be worried about how his dick was even going to fit inside of you. Now though, all you can think about is how full you're going to feel when he slips it in.

Stepping forward to be close to you again, he grabs your panties and shoots you a knowing look. You smirk up at him and even lift your hips to make things easier. Another familiar ripping sound echoes off of the casino's walls as the flimsy material is finally torn from your body.

Ace then takes himself into his hand and strokes himself in between your fold, trying to lube himself up with his precum and your slick. Another moan escapes you as you feel his member, throbbing and hard, rubbing against your oversensitive clit. He enjoys teasing you, prodding your entrance with the dark, leaking tip of his cock, threatening to push himself in only to go back to what he was doing before.

"Ha-ah, Ace come oooon," you whine, just wanting him to take you already, your impatience making him chuckle.

"Just wanna make sure you can take me easy, baby," he explains, though he already knows that you won't have too much difficulty with it.

"I will. Please, just fuck me...please, daddy," you beg, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you can muster.

"Aww, well how can I say 'no' to that?" he growls, lowly. The demon carefully lines his dick up with your wet little hole, the head nudging it just long enough to tease you some more.

You open your mouth to plead again only to get cut off with a loud gasp. Ace finally pushes himself inside of you, groaning from how tightly your warm, velvety walls are squeezing him. He lays his hands against the poker table for support as he slowly sinks himself deeper and deeper into you.

Not a single thought can even form in your head as it feels like your vision goes white. It feels like the most powerful feeling of relief is consuming you. It wraps around you, blocking out anything else save for two things: You and Ace.

All you care about right now is him and the pleasure he is giving you. At this moment, there is no fog, there are no trials, hell there's not even a "real world." It's just the two of you indulging in one another.

For the first time in his existence, the moment that Ace's hips collide with yours, he needs to take a breather. Sure, it's been a long time since he's slept with anyone, but even then, this feels different. This is more than just him not having had sex in a while; it has everything to do with you.

Carefully, he grabs your face and leans down to leave a kiss to your lips. It's not deep or heated, it's a simple, sweet kiss that he can only ever give to you and you alone. A soft reminder that you aren't someone that he is using to satiate his lustful desires when the urge strikes him, but instead as his one and only.

A gentle hum leaves you, distracting you from enjoying how full he's making you feel. You bat your eyelashes up at him and throw your arms around him to hold him closer. With a short purr, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling you before starting to move.

With slow but steady rolls of his hips, Ace begins pistoning his cock in and out of you. Each time he pushes himself back inside of your pussy, you cry out as it feels like his tip is greeting the entrance of your womb. You honestly should be surprised that you don't even feel mild discomfort at the force of his thrusts or his size. You've always been told that losing your virginity hurts a bit, but right now all you can feel is pleasure. Pure, mind-numbing pleasure.

"Oh m-my-hah! Ace...f-faster. P-Please, faster," you moan, tightening your hold on him. The pace he's going feels good, really good, but just like before, it still isn't enough.

"Mm yeah? That what you want, babydoll?" he asks, punctuating his question with a particularly harsh thrust. You sob and babble out pleas for more at that, making him chuckle.

Not wanting to deny you, he readjusts himself onto his forearms and ruts into you hard and fast. You throw your head back and wail in ecstasy, feeling the same coiling sensation as before swirling in your stomach. At the sound of your moans increasing in volume and pitch and the feeling of your cunt tightening around him, he snakes his hand down in between your bodies to tease your clit once more.

"Hah, it feels like my baby wants to cum. A-ah, you wanna cum on daddy's cock, sweetheart?"

"Yes! Yes-hic! Please! Wann-ah cum s-sooo bad!" you whine and wrap your legs around his waist. You're so desperate, not even wanting to risk the chance of him pulling out of you and stopping.

"Go on then, beautiful. G-Go on and make a big fucking mess all over me," Ace groans, a clawed hand moving to grasp your hip as his thrusts become more harsh and primal.

With that, you let yourself go for a second time. The intensity of your second release has your vision going white and your body feels like you're floating. You would honestly think that you are about to pass out.

At the feeling of your pussy contracting around his cock, the demon above you throws his head back, and an animalistic growl tears from his throat. He bucks himself into you at a frenzied pace as he pumps you full of his cum.

Everything feels like a blur as you watch Ace pull out of you and reach over to your camera to stop recording. You then feel him pull you up from off of the poker table, holding you closely to his body and carrying you somewhere else in the casino; he also makes sure to grab your device with his tail. You just bury your face into his neck and close your eyes, exhausted and ready for rest to take you.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being lied down upon something soft. You open your eyes and realize you are in one of the bedrooms on the second floor, and lying on the bed. Ace sets your camera down on the bedside table and climbs in next to you, his arms wrapping around you.

"So...I guess now's probably the time to tell you that demon spit is basically an aphrodisiac, right?" he says, breaking the pleasant silence.

"Yeah...that sounds about," you laugh, tiredly, and nuzzle your face into his chest. "I think I can handle that...you know, as long as I don't have to do a trial afterward."

Now it was Ace's turn to laugh, a hand coming up to gently pet your hair.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you, Y/N, but I'm gonna make sure I keep you" he muses, fondly.

"Really?" you flash him a sleepy smile, to which he nods and grins back at you. "Well then I'm gonna keep you, too"

With a gentle kiss to your forehead, you finally close your eyes and allow yourself to fall into slumber. Yes, the fog was a cruel and unforgiving place, but you cannot deny that it's had its rare moments. And you absolutely cannot deny that actually being with Ace is the best moment it has ever given you.

[chvnnie]

Vows

lee minho x reader

word count: 4.1k

genre: smut, and heavy angst — MINORS DNI

warnings: non modern au (1800s author!minho), established relationship, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH - NO DETAILS GIVEN BUT PLEASE USE DISCRETION, fingering, unprotected sex, only minho orgasms, dirty talk. there’s not a happy ending. i think that’s it, but if i missed anything, PLEASE LET ME KNOW

summary: Minho doesn’t know why he can’t seem to beat this writer’s block

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD BECAUSE I AM TOO SAD TO TRY AND EDIT SO DO NOT DRAG ME IF YOU FIND ANY TYPOS. i’m never writing angst again, i cried the entire time i wrote this. and i’m at work. it’s a mess and it hurt but i loved it so. have fun!!!

this is a work of fiction. this fic in no way represents lee minho as a person or stray kids as a whole. you are responsible for the media you consume. please read responsibly.

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His hands feel cold as he rubs his face, fingers creeping up to run through his dark locks. In the process, he licks his chapped lips. The winters are already dry enough; really, he should stop before they crack.

But he just can’t help himself. Minho thinks all broken things are beautiful.

With a sigh, he drops his hands. His elbow dings the small ink pot in the process, spilling the black liquid off his writing table. It swirls under the candlelight, landing in heavy puddles on discarded parchment. Typically, the author would hurry to pick up the pot. His money was limited and his practice was expensive; wasting even a little was fatal.

Tonight he sits. Counting the drops as the plop, plop, plop, ruining all of his terrible work. No one will ever know the worlds he’s created and destroyed, the ink making sure to remove them from existence.

Minho is almost jealous of the parchment. What he wouldn’t give to be washed away and made anew, for the burden that being an artist in this life has brought to be returned to the higher powers.

Before he thought it was a blessing. Weaving words to create fantastical lands, to write of unfathomable love. Now, as the candle wax is hitting his wooden table and the ink is running dry, he knows this is a curse.

A walk. A walk might do him well. It could help Minho move the boulder that’s blocking his mind, tapping him dry. Though the hour is well past midnight, it couldn’t hurt to try.

The ankle length coat is heavy on his shoulders, yet he’s grateful. The wind is nippy and is doing nothing to help the dryness of his lips. His tongue rolls over it once again, thankful for the protection it provides. Even if it’s fleeting.

Why can he not get this right? No matter what he scribbles, nothing is making sense. The story he’s made is falling flat, losing its traction as it continues on. It’s a brilliant idea, one that his editor even called a masterpiece. But that’s all it is — an idea. No matter how many times he’s tried to bring it to life, it’s damn near impossible.

What could have happened to it?

Minho walks without really paying attention. He knows the way by now; a left here, down the curved road before you take a right, past the bakery. Every time the golden window comes into view, he stops. Time stops as he looks into the dark store, blinking slowly as snow flutters down and clings to his lashes.

He blinks—

“Minho!” You cry excitedly, your giggle immediately warming his body.

When his eyes open again, the first thing he sees is your bright smile. Smirking, he takes the loaf out of your hand, tearing a bite off the end.

“I’m just saying.” He talks as he chews, turning on his heels in the direction of your shared home. “It would be silly of you to do that.”

“What?” You hike up your lilac colored dress, jogging to catch up to him. He rolls his eyes as you jump in front of him, walking backwards. Many strangers pass, eyes wide and looking at you in disgust, wondering what fool would do this on a busy sidewalk. But the smile on your face doesn’t waver, unaffected by the hurtful whispers of insignificant people. “You don’t think I could bake my own bread?”

“Darling, you can hardly cut an apple.”

“Bread and apples are not the same.” You exclaim, throwing your head back to sigh dramatically. “When you married me, you vowed to always be supportive of me—“

“And I always have been.”

“So, encourage me!” You suddenly stop, putting your hands out to catch Minho before he runs into you. Hands on his jacket, you bunch it up. Pull him close. “Oh, my darling, if that’s what you wish to do. You’ll be wonderful at it!”

Your fingers are so close to his heart, he wouldn’t be surprised if you could feel how quickly it was pounding. There’s something about the way your eyes sparkle when you look at him; wide, full of a life he’s always been envious of. Minho finds it impossible to remember a time before this look of yours.

It started when you were five. Caught up in a tree, crying because you had climbed too high and were too frightened to jump. He remembers the braids you wore, how your hair was falling from them. The tears on your little brown dress from where the branches grabbed the fabric.

Even at a young age, he knew he needed to help. His mother always taught him to help someone in danger. In retrospect, the tree wasn’t that tall. If you fell, the possibility of breaking a bone wouldn’t have been high. Yet it seemed scary, even to the young boy, following your path up it.

“Don’t be scared.” He said to you, reaching his hand out. Shakily, you grab onto it. You squeezed him so tight, his hand began to throb.

Minho knows what it’s like to be scared, and he never would want to leave you alone.

As he returns you to land, you turn to the boy you recognize as your neighbor. Arms flying around his shoulders, tugging him into the tightest hug your little body can give.

And then you pull back, and look at him. The sparkle of life in the depths of your eyes.

He swore you would never be scared and alone again.

It’s hard not to smile, lips pressed together and curling up as he cups your face. “I also vowed to never lie to you.”

With a huff, you pull away from the hug, turning in the appropriate direction this time. “You are the bane of my existence, Lee Minho.”

Now it’s his turn to jog. Catching up to you and gripping your hand to pull you into his side. Despite your wiggles, your faux pout and empty complaints of being exhausted by him, you make no effort to really move. Tucked into his side is the best place, both in reality and fiction, you once told him. The scent of his cologne, the smell of fresh bread and the mint tea he drank earlier. A comfort you always will seek, and one he’s more than joyful to give.

It’s a short walk home; a left and then you’re up the curvy path, walking until you take a right at the bookshop near your home. It’s a quaint little shop, but cozy nonetheless. The door was propped open, smells of cinnamon and leather spilled onto the cobbled road in front of it. Come in, take a seat. Enjoy the writings of authors old and new.

Right in the middle, on a golden stand, sits Minho’s recent work. The yellow cover was your idea — “It piques interest! Come on, do you really want it to be red or blue like all the rest?” The book didn’t need to be published for him to know you were right, but it’s satisfying to see the stacks behind it dwindling. The community enjoying another one of his gorgeous worlds.

“It’s running low.” You hum. “It might be time to mail production, get more copies out.”

“Hm, with what funds? If I recall, you spent it all on poppy muffins not even an hour ago.”

Rightfully, a fist gently collides with his abs. Minho laughs from the impact, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. “I’m so proud of you, Min.” You don’t take your eyes off the book. Instead of your trademark beaming smile, you look almost stunned. In total awe. “It’s what you’ve always dreamed of.”

He loops his arm around yours, tugging you away from the window. “It’s not but a hobby. I have greater dreams than that.”

The familiar brick comes into view. A flowerbed in front is home to the brightest plants on the block; daisies, pink flowers that Minho can’t remember the name of, daffodils. There’s even mint for tea, freshly plucked by you (if you can remember). It’s a comfort, a reminder of your love. Of the home you’ve built together.

“Like what?” You fall back in step, letting your husband take the lead so he can get to the door before you. The door swings open, Minho bowing dramatically and you following suit as you pass.

Once the door shut, he began on the buttons of his coat. “Where’s the fun if I tell you?” He teases. When he looks up to see your exasperated expression, it’s only held for a beat before you start to laugh. “I dream of more of this life. Of easy morning walks—“

His eyes open, the cold winter air making his fingers start to numb. It’s time to move again. To continue down this path. This time, he’ll walk straight. Listen for the meows of street cats that always greet him at the block.

Rummaging his deep pocket, Minho finds the little treats he pocketed on his way out. Crouching down, he lets the cats eat from his hand.

“Careful.” He whispers to the biggest one. “Let your friends eat.”

Once he’s sure that they return to the warmth of the home he built for them, Minho starts again. Licks his lips. Takes a right.

And crashes into you, grabbing your hips to help ground himself.

“My love.” You gasp, a hand flying to your chest. Your fingers toy at your necklace, the collision spooking you more than you care to admit. “I didn’t even hear you coming.”

His chest hurts from where your head hit him, flinching slightly as he heartbeat starts to pick up. It’s the first time he’s seen you all day, nose too fair in his journals to pay attention to the outside world.

And wow, is he kicking himself for waiting so long. The yellow dress you’re wearing is perfect for the weather, clutching the roses you picked from the garden to your chest. Seems you kept yourself busy while he worked.

“I’m sorry, darling.” He draws, bending down to catch your lips with his own. “This hallway is just too small for us, isn’t it?”

You smile against him, standing on your toes to steal another kiss. “Maybe, but I’ll never complain about running into you.”

“It’s because you’re not the one with a sore chest.” Finally, he pulls back. “What have you done today?”

“I was busy in the garden.” You adjust the bouquet in your arms, making sure none of the flowers lost their petals. “I wanted to cut the roses before autumn comes.”

Like Minho loses himself in words, you lose yourself in the garden. It’s like you don’t even notice the sun setting some days; fingers too deep in the soil to care about anything surrounding you. The two of you take turns pulling each other out of your little worlds, bringing one another back into existence together.

This crash was a good grounding moment. You both were too far gone.

“They’re lovely.” He says with a smile, delicately stroking the bud of one.

“They were, until you so rudely ran into me and fussed with my bouquet.” You can’t even say it without a bright smile, always delighted to tease your husband. “Watch where you’re walking, Min!”

His eyes roll so far back, he thinks they’ll get lost in his mind. Hands move from your hips to tangle in your hair, pulling you in for a deep kiss. The flowers fall to the floor, and this time the petals come falling off. Scattering the hallway carpet you stand upon.

It’s been too long. Too long since your lips met his, since your body was merged with his own. And it’s only been since this morning.

Maybe too long is an exaggeration, but Minho’s always had a flair for the dramatic.

“Are you planning to go back out?” He mumbles, tongue sweeping against your lips until they part, letting him in.

You whimper as you shake your head, hands on his biceps as you cling for dear life. “Not anymore.”

Oh, how it overjoys the author to hear. Minho walks with you, guiding your bodies to the nearest door before he kicks it open. Though the hallway has seen, and heard, so many parts of you, you deserve more than a stuffy hallway quickie.

It’s a stumble into his office that doesn’t stop until your hips hit his work table. He lets go of you just briefly, sliding the papers, notebooks, quills — all clatter to the ground. The desk sits in front of a window, cracked open just enough to let the summer breeze dance in. It lands on your shoulders, on his face. Ruffles your hair and warms his skin. The fireflies have just started to come out, a few twinkling near the stained glass and lighting it up in beautiful pieces.

Minho cups the back of your head, lowering your body slowly onto the wooden surface. It feels like a dreamlike state as he breaks the kiss, moving himself away from your lips slowly. Your head lays at the edge of the desk, crossing over just a bit onto the windowsill. The breeze makes your hair flutter in strands, the pale light of the fireflies painting your face.

Blue and red. Yellow and green. Pink and orange. Stained glass eyes, bright and full of life, blink up at him. Always happy to see him.

“My darling.” Goosebumps decorate your skin, rising up your neck at the sound of his low tones. His fingers are delicate as he strokes your cheek. “Your beauty always leaves me in such awe.”

Rolling your head, your lips brush against the tips of his fingers, overflowing with gratitude. “You are too kind to me, my love.”

The corners of his lips twitch into a soft smile. “No. No, I believe I am not kind enough.” His other arm hooks around your right thigh, heaving it up in his arms. The dress slides down your body in rippling waves, pooling like golden ink at your hips. “But I will never stop trying to make it up to you.”

Before you can reply, the hand on your cheek slips the nape of your neck. He pulls you up as he comes down, making your body arch into his touch when his lips collide. This kiss is more than the one that let you here — be it the weather or the feral instincts clawing at his throat, Minho’s body is like the brightest flame. Hot enough to bring the entire planet to the brink of extinction.

And it’s all because of you. The smell of roses, the taste of strawberries you had for lunch. His life force, his drive. His muse, who is tugging on his worn out dress shirt and pulling until the buttons pop. Across the room they scatter, lost and never to be found again.

Your hands run across the smooth skin of his chest, carefully feeling every ridge of him. Sweet moans fill his mouth as you enjoy the touch, covering the same spots over and over as if you can’t get enough. It’s easy to get lost in the touch of a lover, feeling their bodies in ways that only you can enjoy. Maybe that’s why you don’t notice his hand moving up your thigh, stopping right at the lower hem of your panties.

But you do notice when two fingers slip inside and quickly brush against your folds, making your body jolt in shock and delight.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Minho says as he pulls back, smiling at the cute expression on your face. “Just relax, darling. Let me care for you.”

“You did.” Your words are breathy, teetering on broken moans. “All morning.”

The chuckle he gives makes you flutter around nothing, new slick starting to coat his digits. “Well, let me do it again. Didn’t I vow to always?”

In the space between his rapid heartbeats, his fingers find your entrance and push inside. With vigor, Minho starts to pump them in and out. The palm of his hand hits your cunt, heel pressing into your clit with each thrust.

It’s an intense feeling, especially with how much torture your husband put you through this morning. You’re more sensitive than usual, hips buck and legs kicking out at the intensity. Only a few thrusts and you’re near screaming, the ache overpowering.

He vowed to always help you, even when you aren’t aware that you need it. Free hand flying to your hip, he pins you down by your hip with enough strength to bruise you.

“Still.” His voice is dark and low, the warning tone causing your bright eyes to widen. Nothing more needs to be said, fear like cold rain washing over you. Following his commands without a fight.

“That’s my good girl.”

Minho has always been good at keeping control. It’s easy for him to calm his mind enough to make sure he doesn’t break. Yet it’s always impossible when he watches your eyes flutter shut, body like the perfect toy in the palm of his hand. His cock aches and twitches in his trousers, demanding for some sort of release.

Even when it seems unlikely, he contains it. Not letting himself get too caught up in the moment, focus narrowed on bringing you the most pleasure he can—

Your left hand cups your breast over the dress. In the light of the fireflies, the simple band of diamonds shine.

When he bought you that ring, his pockets were empty. It was the best that he could find with the little money he had, and even then he had to barter for it. He swore to himself that one day, when he didn’t have to struggle anymore, he would get you the wedding ring that you deserve.

That day came after he published his first book. When the first check came in the mail, he ran to the kitchen, dropping to his knees and proposing. Again.

“Get up, this floor hasn’t been swept yet—“

“Marry me, my darling.” Both of his hands cup yours, the check wrinkling in his fist. “Let me give you all you deserve, starting with this ring.”

His thumb rubs over the jewelry to emphasize his point. He was going to make it better, to make you happier.

“No.” You say simply. “You’re not taking my ring from me.”

“But, darling—“

“I don’t want just any ring, I want the first one you ever picked for me. This one. Now, please, love, get up before I use the broom to sweep you away too.”

It shines as brightly as your eyes under the fireflies. Maybe that’s why Minho can’t think straight. The love coursing through his body bringing him to the edge.

With a loud groan, he stops his movements. Fingers buried knuckles deep inside of you, your husband hangs his head. Your eyes shoot open, concern heavy in them. “Min, are you-“

You fall silent as you notice. The wet spot on his bottoms, growing in size right where the tip of his cock is. Neither of you move, neither of you speak. Watching as cums his pants.

Slowly, he looks up at you. Your hand hasn’t moved from your breast, lips parted in shock — or is that terror? After all, his eyes have never been so dark before.

“See what you do to me?” His voice is more of a growl, pulling his fingers from your cunt aggressively. “See how you make me feel?”

There isn’t time to think. To speak. He doesn’t even take the time to undress you properly; trousers fall to his mid thighs to let his still hard cock spring out. Your head hits the stained glass as he inserts himself into you. Slow, yet rough. Savoring the soft feeling of your walls.

Minho steadies himself by gripping onto your other hip, loudly groaning your name over, and over, and over like a prayer until he’s deep inside you. If you thought his fingers were intense, you’ve shattered from this stretch, clawing at your exposed skin in ecstasy.

All is right when your bodies create one. Limbs tangled, lips swollen. He leans down as he starts to thrust into you, not pulling out more than half an inch. Each one is deep, hitting places neither of you knew existed until this moment.

Nothing else exists. In this moment, you are both all that was. All that is. All that is to come. The universe pauses for you, time stopping as you love each other to an extent that no one thinks is possible. The earth cracks under you, breaking from the strength of this connection.

Better than any story written across time.

His head lays on your chest, the position thoroughly uncomfortable though Minho is convinced it’s perfect. He listens to the beating of your heart, kisses your warm skin, fucks you in unimaginable ways.

“I love you.” He mumbles against the swells of your breasts, nuzzling deeper into them. Craving a life only you can bring. “I love you so much, my darling. I-I don’t even know how to say it.”

This time, you shush him. Threading your fingers through his dark hair, you turn his head so he can look at you. Meeting your bright eyes, full of life.

The metal is cold against his palm. Hard to move regardless of how hard he pushes.

“I love you.” You smile at him. “In ways I’ll never be able to tell you.”

The snow and gravel crunch under his boot. Only a few more steps.

“You’re my everything, Lee Minho.”

Though he’s sniffling, he still smiles up at you. Fully consumed by your presence, wishing to freeze this moment so it never ends. “I thought I was the bane of your existence.”

The laugh you give is full. “Why can’t you be both?”

Though his pants are thick, the cold still seeps through. He sits with his legs crossed, letting the snow melt under him and numb his thighs. It’s a nice distraction — one he really, really needed.

“I don’t know what to write.” He says out in the dark of night, staring at the jewelry in his hands. A small, golden heart pendant and the simple ring cling to the chain, warm from his body heat. They were tucked away the entire walk, pressed close to his slow beating heart. “I’ve gone through sheets of parchment and at least five journals and…nothing.”

With a sigh, he starts to spin the ring. It’s too small for his fingers, though he had tried. Once it got stuck on his pinky. Minho left it there for days, not doing anything until his finger started to turn purple. It hurt too much to take it off.

“You would be appalled by the state of my office.” The laugh he gives is dry and shaky. “I let a pot of ink spill today, and I don’t know when I’ll clean it up. It was almost refreshing to watch it wash away my work.”

The tears have started. He’s not ready. Not now, he just got here—

“I don’t know why this is so hard for me.” He licks his lips, over and over and over until they finally crack. “You’re all I could ever think about, all I could ever talk about. So writing about you should be the easiest thing I’ve ever done. But I try, and I try, and I lose sleep wracking my brain to try and encapsulate what you were. How you held existence in your eyes and loved with such a fierce heart that it could have been the comet that killed the dinosaurs. How can I love you so fucking much, and not know how to talk about you?”

Minho was determined not to look up. If he doesn’t look, he won’t get hurt. Reality can be nothing but a hoax as he talks to you, lost in a world the two of you created.

The dream he wants to never escape from.

But there’s only so much he can take. Finally, his head lifts and fuck how he desperately hopes to see your bright eyes. Instead, the stone sparkles. Your name engraved above the dates, a small reminder that you were real.

Slowly, the author sits up on his knees and begins to crawl. At the headstone he stops, slowly lowering himself to the ground. Letting his body sink into the snow as he lays with you and clutches your jewelry to his shattered heart.

It isn’t long until his eyes start to shut despite his efforts to stay away. One blink, then a slower one, and another until there’s no more. On the last one, right as sleep pulls him in, he swears he hears your laugh.

[mitchellpete]

Kinktober Day 19 - Orgasm denial

pairing: vincent (collateral) x f!reader

cw: dubious consent, mentions of blood, description of injury, floor sex, penetration, biting, orgasm denial, dirty talk, unprotected sex

word count: 1697

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

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Your heart is pounding in your chest. Breath heaving, sweat rolling down your temples, the fun of it all. Or thrill, should you say, because there’s absolutely nothing fun about getting chased by Vincent. 

Not her. 

You’d begged him—implored—to leave her alone. Just the one exception, you’d pleaded. 

Now you’re sure he’s gonna kill you both. 

You’d had a little bit of hope that maybe you could have gotten away with this. That you’d manage to slip out through the hoards of people, blend in with the bustling energy downtown and make it back to your apartment in time to have nothing to do with her escape. 

Except that it went the absolute opposite. The messages that you’d left on her answering machine had been listened to, personal belongings were gone, her office nothing but a dark room. You’d peered in through the glass, made sure she was really gone, and she was. Vincent was rounding the corner when he spotted you. Bloodied and battered, instantly angered at your interference. He’d warned you to stay away.

Your lungs burn, your throat dry from sucking in the crisp night air as you run with all your might. You’re scared to look back, the entrance to your building getting closer and closer. Getting inside is all that matters. 

When you jolt up the steps into your brightly lit safe haven, you almost take a sigh of relief. There’s no way he can get you in here, not with the guards at the doors—who’d, frankly, given you a weird look as you sprinted inside, disheveled and out of breath. You almost consider hiding behind the concierge, asking them to hide you somewhere in the back, but you’ve got no time to think things through. You run towards the elevators instead, now glancing back to make sure you’re absolutely not being followed. The lobby is quiet. Nobody on your trail.

Okay. Okay. 

The emptiness in the elevator is almost eerie. Just a minute prior, you’d been pushing past groups of people out on the sidewalk, muttering “excuse me” under the loud noises of the streets—cars speeding by, horns honking, the sound of people chattering. 

You flinch at the simple sound of the elevator ding. 

A long, deep exhale, and then you set down the hallway. Alright. Quick strides, just for safe measure. You made it. You even get to your door, calmly, collecting your breath. Shaky hands pull your keys out from your back pocket—thank God they hadn’t fallen out in the chaos—and slip them into the keyholes. The door unlocks, and you slip inside without a problem. 

It’s when you turn to close it, fingers already on the lock, that the door suddenly swings open with a sharp kick from the other side. You tumble backwards, falling on your ass. He immediately comes into view. 

Vincent, towering above you, looking absolutely revengeful. 

You scream, turning to crawl away for your fucking life, but it’s no use. He grabs at your ankle, the door slamming shut behind him. You twist again in his grip, the floor punishing against your spine. You kick at him with your free leg—another useless action—but he reaches for your arms to pull you up against his chest instead.

“Okay, okay—Vincent, please,” you beg breathlessly, his grip crushing your forearms.

He’s breathing erratically, blood dripping down a gash on his cheekbone. He’s got nothing but uncontrollable anger behind his eyes, and it’s all aimed at you. You wonder how it is he managed through the sea of people, how nobody seemed to notice this untamed, bloodied, mess of a man chasing after you under the streetlights. How he managed to slip into your fucking building undetected. 

“What did I fucking tell you?” he growls, shaking you in his grip.

“Please—”

“Messing with my fucking work,” he grumbles, hauling you into your darkened apartment. “Who do you think you are?”

You let him handle you into the living room, falling back against the floor when he suddenly drops you and then straddles you underneath his thighs. You subconsciously try to sit up but he pushes you back down, your shoulders hitting the floor hard. 

In the midst of your scrambling, he positions his knee in between your legs, shoving it hard against you. You cry out, surprised at the pleasured feeling that jolts through your body. 

“Do you think this is a fucking joke? Huh?”

You shake your head. “No, no, I—”

Rough hands reach for your bottoms, yanking them down your legs in one swift motion. 

Oh.

Okay, he’s not gonna fucking kill you. 

This you can handle. His tempestuous, disorderly behavior isn’t all that bad when it leads to this, which is often. It’s surprising though, you’ve got to admit. Crossing his boundaries had been uncharted territory. You weren’t sure what it would lead to. You’re sort of still expecting worse.

Vincent shoves his knee against your core again, bare and throbbing this time. You squirm underneath him, rubbing against him, exciting yourself further. You groan when he shoves you down against the floor once more, this time to free his hands. His fingers swiftly work the button on his pants, eyes still burning a hole right through you. You lean up and reach to help him but he swats your hands away, yanking the front of his pants down just enough to reach in and pull his already very hard cock out. 

“No,” he says between gritted teeth. “You don’t get to touch. You don’t get to do anything.”

You inadvertently roll your hips against his knee again, searching for any sort of friction. He puts an end to it immediately, a calloused hand coming down against your lower abdomen. His other drags your leg forward, bringing you up against his thigh so that he can lean in and rub the tip of his cock against your folds. 

With the adrenaline from earlier still coursing through your veins, you cry out at the contact. Your body trembles in a mix of anxiety and need. 

Vincent bows his head to harshly spit in between your bodies, the trickle landing right on the head of his cock. He doesn’t even give you a warning, or a flick of his eyes before he’s pushing himself hard against your slit. The harsh stretch has you crying out, body tensing from head to toe. He sinks inside of you as your body allows it, huffing in between his teeth still in an attempt to contain his temper. 

“Vincent—” you gasp out, overwhelmed at the sudden, unprepared intrusion.

“You don’t get to speak,” he interrupts. “Not a fucking word.”

You bite your lip to hold back your whines, but they continue to escape from the back of your throat. 

Vincent wastes no time in fucking into you. Your legs propped up, it’s more your neck taking the harsh surface of the floor, and you groan out at the mix of pleasure and pain.

“Oh, by the way,” he breathes, tone rough and raspy. “You don’t get to cum either.”

Christ.

“W–What?”

“You better not. I fucking mean it,” he threatens, breathing getting heavier with every slam of his hips.

You can’t even respond, can’t even ask why, before he’s hitting that very tight spot inside of you over and over. It’s almost painful, like the good kind of painful—that itch that you keep scratching no matter how reddened your skin gets underneath your fingernails. The head of his cock prods at that very sensitive spot, slamming into it perfectly with the angle he’s got you in. You wail out, holding onto the coil inside your stomach.

Vincent is still glaring at you, still holding you under his fiery gaze. His breathing is even more frenzied than it was when he kicked your door open, uneven and wild as he thrusts into you with all his energy. It’s crazy, how he’d managed to chase you 20 minutes down the street, sneak into the building and still fuck you into the floor like it was part of his job. The one thing nobody could prevent. 

You gasp out again and again as the coil starts to slip.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls, feeling you clench around him. “Don’t you fucking dare. Or this all goes away.”

You inhale, trying to catch your breath. “Vince—”

Your eyesight is out of focus from the overwhelming sensations, staring up at the dark ceiling until his gray head of hair comes into view. He leans down all the way to cover your body with his, teeth clamping down on the skin between your neck and your shoulder.

The wet of his tongue there gets you even closer to the edge, but you bite your lip again to restrain yourself. You feel on the verge of explosion.

Vincent lets go of your skin, snarls against your neck as he nears his release. The blood dripping from his face falls, lands on your collarbone, and it’s surely that that does it for him. Hips sputtering, he moans under his breath, fingernails digging roughly into the skin underneath your shirt, right above your hips. 

“Don’t,” he huffs out against you, raising his head to look you in the eye. His hand comes up to cup your jaw, holding it firmly in his grasp in a threatening manner. “Don’t you dare.”

You hold it the best you can, mouth parted in a trapped, silent moan. 

Vincent pulls out as soon as he’s left you leaking, moving from underneath you to let your shaky legs level with the rest of your body. He’s swift in his motions, tucking himself back in and fixing his suit jacket as if none of this ever happened. Your body’s still buzzing, orgasm threatening to spill just at the sight of him. 

You continue fighting it off, leaning up on your elbows to watch as he shamelessly moves about your apartment. 

He picks up his gun—it must’ve fallen during his big entrance—and turns to look at you. The fury still in his voice, “Don’t you ever—get in my way again.”

Panting uncontrollably, you immediately nod your head in agreement. He’s out the door before your head stills.

[niki-phoria]

Jealous Chishiya x Male Reader?👉🏻👈🏻

pairing: chishiya x male!reader (no pronouns used but reader wears swim trunks) genre: fluff word count: 1.4k

warnings: slightly ooc chishiya, canon typical violence, blood, haven't written a game in so long, i wrote the first part of this and didn't want to delete it so just skip to past the time skip to see jealous chishiya lol

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i posted something similar to this not that long ago but i tried to keep them different. i really like this idea. i hope you enjoy it :))

requests open !! read my rules first

a light breeze chills your exposed skin. you tug your jacket further over body as you follow chishiya up the steps of the toei sendagaya apartment building. he reaches out to grab a phone, quickly signing in as if it’s second nature before moving to stand near the wall of the building. 

you follow suit, shoving your phone into the pocket of your swim trunks as you stand beside him. chishiya pulls out his altered music player, silently handing you an earphone. you silently take it before taking the opportunity to look at the other players. there aren’t many of them yet - a nervous woman, a drunk man, and a fidgeting college student. the game shouldn’t be too difficult. 

you shove your hands further into your pockets - a habit you picked up from chishiya after months of spending nearly all of your time around him. time seems to move faster than ever as even more people walk up the steps. 

two men are the final players to enter, making the total count 16 people. one of them has bleached blonde hair. he’s wearing a dirty pair of jeans and a thin hawaiian shirt over a gray t-shirt. the other has shaggy black hair and wears a light blue jacket. 

they both step aside from the stairwell. a nervous man in a blue cap approaches them just after their phones ding with a confirmation of them signing in. “excuse me,” he fidgets with his fingers. “could you help me? i’m not sure what’s going on.” 

“oh, you have to play the games to-”

“what are you doing?” the brunette’s friend elbows his ribs. “we don’t know him.” they both shrink away from the man right before the game begins. 

“registration closed. game: tag. difficulty: five of spades. rules: players run away from the ‘tagger’ and try to find a safe room located somewhere in the building. game clear: players press the button in the safe zone. game over: players are killed by the tagger or fail to find the safe zone in time. players have two minutes before the game begins.”

it feels like sparks ignite against your skin when chishiya reaches over to grab your hand. you silently let him lead you along behind him into the elevator and up to the ninth floor. you lean against the railing beside him overlooking the building and the courtyard. “we should be able to see all of the other players from up here.” 

“at least it’s a nice view,” you mumble. 

the game begins slowly enough. only a few stray gunshots ring out in the otherwise peaceful silence of what used to be a bustling apartment building. 

soon, they begin to pick up. you nearly flinch when a woman lets out a shrill scream that’s swiftly cut off by a single bullet. chishiya reaches over to grab your hand when you do, gently squeezing it in his. despite the circumstances it’s a welcome comfort. 

time has always passed quicker when chishiya is with you - even in games when it feels like everything drags. you desperately try to ignore the continuous string of gunshots and the desperate pleas of the other players as they echo in the empty building. chishiya’s thumb strokes against your knuckles as the minutes continue on. 

eventually, he squeezes your hand. “that should be enough time,” he whispers. “come on.” 

you nod, following after him as he leads you to the fourth floor. the safe room looks exactly like the rest except for the bustling you can hear, even from the outside. chishiya gently pushes you out of the way as he slams the door shut before bracing himself against the wall. a new string of gunshots blows through the door - just barely missing you on the other side. 

“there’s two buttons!” a man yells from inside the room. 

“of course,” chishiya scoffs. “are you okay?” 

“i’m alive,” you sigh. “let’s just push the damn buttons.” 

he nods, slowly cracking the door open. a woman has hoisted herself up onto the edge, looking into the room. “here!” he yells before sliding the taser across the floor to her. she’s quick to grab it, pressing it against the tagger’s side. 

their body convulses as it falls to the floor. you grimace at the sight before following chishiya into the room. “the buttons!” the man gasps. he’s quick to launch his body at the button as the woman does the same. you let out a small sigh of relief when you look over at the timer. 00:01.

the tagger sits up from the floor - herr horse mask laying forgotten on the floor beside her. she looks over at the timer in horror before gasping, bringing her hands up to her face. she frantically pulls at the chunky collar around her neck to no avail before you shut your eyes, looking away to avoid seeing her death. 

blood coats the walls and the floor when you open them again. the man rushes out of the room as the woman jumps back down through the building along the balconies. you step closer, kneeling down beside chishiya. he pats her body down before opening the breast pocket. inside is a little slip of paper with a drawing on it: a circle with a mess of lines going through it and overlapping with each other. 

“what do you think it is?” you whisper. 

“i’m not sure,” he replies. “but i’m sure we’ll figure it out.” chishiya reaches over to grab your hand, squeezing it in his. despite all of your worries - you believe him.

chishiya watches from a distance as you laugh with kuina on a beach chair. arisu and usagi sit across from you, also doubled over in laughter - presumably from a joke you told. you’ve always had an ability to make people laugh. 

an uncomfortable, but familiar, feeling crawls into chishiya’s chest. it settles against his ribs, pressing down on his heart. all rationality is forgotten as he continues staring. seconds pass. then minutes. then, his feet are moving on their own - carrying him over to where you are. 

“y/n,” he says. you look up. a small smile spreads across your face when you notice it’s him. “i need your help with something.” 

“okay,” you murmur, turning back to your friends for a moment. “i’ll be right back.” kuina simply waves you off as you stand to follow chishiya back into the beach’s hotel. it’s not uncommon for him to seek you out of a crowd specifically. 

you close the door behind yourself as soon as you enter the familiar room chishiya had turned into a makeshift workshop. he walks over to the side of the room, leaning back against the table. his hands remain deep in his pockets - though he’s not sure if it’s the remnants of a habit or a poor attempt to hide his anxiousness. he sighs, finally forcing the words out. “do you like her?” 

you cock your head at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “who?” 

“kuina.” 

“like… romantically?” you chuckle a little, stepping forwards. chishiya remains silent, gaze fully focused on you. “no, i don’t like kuina. why? are you jealous?” he can feel his face warming just slightly at your question. teasing as it is, it was still enough to fluster him. instead of answering, he watches as you step even closer to him. he can nearly feel your breath as you reach up to stroke a hand against his face. “i like you, chishiya.” 

his breath nearly hitches in his throat. you lean even closer, just barely brushes your nose against his. your eyes flutter closed as chishiya takes the final step to pull you into a sweet kiss. 

it starts soft. your lips barely brush against each other for a few seconds until you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him even closer. chishiya’s hands rest against your hips as he smiles into it. you reciprocate immediately before pulling away with big smiles. 

“i like you too, y/n.” he whispers. 

“good,” you whisper, leaning up to press a final peck against his lips. “i’m tired. come on, let’s go to bed.” 

chishiya stifles a chuckle, letting you tug him along back to your room. “whatever you want, love.”

[mafuluzx]

UNRELEASED WATTPAD STORY LET'S GOOO!!!

Uhmm, so, if you guys don't follow me on Wattpad, you might not know this, but I'm releasing my scrapped male reader book right here. This is basically what was supposed to be the prologue, but it's kinda crappy and stuff now that I think about it...

So this is also a bit more different than the rest of my stories, that's also why I scrapped it. I went out of my comfort zone and whoops. Umm, yeah, the main thing of this story is just Jay's and (y/n)'s relation to each other as siblings and such, so here you go.

I've seen people put lyrics in their prologues, so I thought that it might be cool to try in this one... that's what I thought when I started writing. BUT I DON'T LIKE IT ANYMORE AND I THINK IT'S KINDA CRINGE AND GOOFY AAAAHHHH!!!

Also, this book is an old scrapped idea from the time I was still working on the idea for Over the Clouds (One of my books in Wattpad). It was either this or that, and I ended up liking the idea of Over the Cloud's waaaaaaay more.

But this is it. I'll publish the rest in separate posts, will basically be the actual thing cut in two parts.

Beautiful Liar (Scrapped)

Prologue

𝓛𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 

"No, no! NO! Pa! Don't take him away!"

"Don't worry, you'll meet again."

"I can help take care of him! I-I really can!"

"(y/n), calm down, Jay will be alright."

"NO, I DON'T WANT HIM TO GO!"

𝓛𝓮𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪

"The ninja have saved us yet again! The people of Stiix were all saved by the newest addition to the ninja team, the water ninja Nya! People on the scene say..."

"How worthless... Look at how things have turned out. He's got a a big loving family and many things he enjoys doing. He has no need for me anymore. He's part of a ninja team as well, that must be fun. And how he can be so awfully honest on tv makes me smile. I could never."

꧁༒"𝓞𝓻 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻~" ༒꧂

"And, drum roll... YES! WE DID IT AGAIN!" A shout of celebration rang from the phone I was holding.

"Another million views overnight. The music video seems to be to the fans' liking." A second voice spoke.

"Yeah..." (y/n)  said as well. The others were celebrating, so he should as well. He put on a small smile as he looked at the letter he had finished writing. He was gonna send it soon.

"Oh, (y/n), You don't sound so excited." A third voice spoke

"How could he? Cliff Gordon just...We're sorry (y/n)." Yet another voice said as (y/n) shook his head.

"No, it's really alright." 

"...If you say so. The manager said you should take a break though, the paparazzi are sure to take advantage of this."

"Alright! Tell the manager to keep in touch." (y/n) said as

"Sure, take it easy, (y/n)."  "Bye, bye!" The sixth and fifth voices called before (y/n) put his phone down. He let out a sigh as he stopped leaning on the wall, and set his phone down. Taking a sip from his water bottle, he pressed play on one his band's own songs.

"five, six, seven, eight..." He counted quietly as he started moving in the middle of the room. He stared at himself from the mirrors covering the walls, his eyes sometimes skimming past the posters of a ninja dressed in blue. (y/n) scoffed at himself, his form was off. At some point he stopped counting his steps, and instead mouthed the words of the song.

Knock, knock, knock...

(y/n) stopped for a second,thinking he had heard something, but when no other sound came, he continued.

Ding dong...

This time (y/n) paused the music. The room went awfully quiet, but still no sound came. (y/n) extended his arms towards the play button again, but before he could touch it:

DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG...!

The sound of the doorbell continued as (y/n) rushed out of the room. Only once he stepped onto the carpet set in front of the front doors did the ringing stop. (y/n) twisted the lock before opening the door slightly, as his eyes opened wide.

(y/n) opened the door fully as a boy with fluffy brown hair stood in front of the door with a smile. (y/n) saw a couple of people the same age as the boy far behind him, seeming to have run after him. The boy smiled widely before jumping and hugging (y/n) tightly.

"I'm here, brother. I'm home!" (y/n) felt a sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't quite put a finger on why that was. As Jay hugged (y/n) tighter, (y/n)'s eyes started to water. He felt as if Jay had said those words before, but he couldn't possibly have. 

"...Welcome home." The other ninja finally caught up to Jay, and stopped to stare silently at the present situation. The ninja stared with confusion on their faces, except for the water ninja. Finally, (y/n) hugged back, and started sobbing.

[t3kandson]

Choose me ……….

Please.

Word count; 1,333

Fandom; DKB feat A.C.E, and a little of The Boyz.

Pairing; Reader X Yang Heechan & Reader X Lee Donghun.

Characters; Yang Heechan, Lee Donghun & Kim Sunwoo.

Warnings; Polyamory relationships, Mirror sex, Overstimulation.

Notes; Continued from you Selecting Yang Heechan from Choose me. Earlier Chapters here.

Series wrote for @lidongsa

You had got out the shower when your hands reached to the phone that had interrupted your peace. Eyes widening when you viewed the picture in your grip. Your boyfriend’s naked torso on display, but his impressive length also visible as you gulped. “Take it you like?😘,” captioned underneath.

You @3.59pm; Really?

Heechan @4.02pm; So you don’t 😞.

You @4.05pm; You know I do.

Heechan @4.10pm; Then come find me 😉.

You scratched your head, Heechan and his games and he wanted to play right now when you was soaking wet from your shower.

You @4.15pm; Well how can we play hide and seek?

Heechan @4;18pm; What goes in hard but comes out soft 🤔😉.

You roll your eyes, your boyfriends filthy mind confusing you further.

You @4.23pm; Your cock when you tell me where I’m suppose to find you.

You chuckle as you make your way to get changed, you ignore the dings of your phone as you dry your hair. However, it seemed Heechan punished you for being left.

Heechan @4.26pm; That dirty mind of yours 🙈.

Heechan @4.33pm; It’s innocent i swear.

Heechan @4.39pm; You deliberately keeping me waiting?

Heechan @4.45pm; Fine I can play that game.

The video that followed afterwards had him pumping his cock, his groans attacking the camera. “Fuck Heechan,” you whined feeling your core respond to your boyfriends antics.

Your phone bleeped in your hand.

Heechan @4.51pm; I’m not into wearing your clothes but I’m beginning to feel a little cold

You @4.55pm; Sorry drying hair, how am I suppose to guess your riddles? You remember my memory isn’t great with these type of games.

As you slipped into your slacks and comfy jumper, your phone bleeping once more.

Heechan @4.59pm; I’m in your house, so come find me.

Ofcourse he was, you gave him your keys not long ago so you didn’t have to keep answering the door to him. Especially as he practically lived there. You relooked at his photos, your mind chasing you. It wasn’t like your apartment had many rooms, but the sound of the washing machine in the background gave you the clues.

Sunwoo’s name appearing on your phone had your heart temporarily stop. It had been weeks since you last heard from him. He was Travelling the world with Chanhee after you broke his heart not choosing him. The delight you had when he finally responded to your messages, explaining that for now he didn’t want to meet with you but would keep in contact via the odd text.

Heechan @5.03pm; Really? you really struggling or you trying to be funny.

Your thoughts returned to your partner as you dashed to the laundry room.

You chuckled at the image of Heechan naked on-top of the washing machine stroking his hardening cock.

“You took your time, I feel like I’ve been here hours,” he scoffed pouting as you shook your head chuckling. “Well don’t try to make me a mastermind then, quiz’s isn’t my thing,” you scoff pressing your hands along his thighs open to you. “Well I’m sad because you left me here like some wet rag,”, “towel,” you cut him off as he furrowed his eyebrows before chuckling. “Finally you got it,” he chuckled pressing his lips against yours. “Not my fault I always expect your words to be filthy driven,” you scoff breaking the kiss. “Hello they was your thoughts, mine was on just the washing,” he teased as you pressed your hungry kisses back to his lips.

“I’m very impatient sweetie,” he coo’s, “I think you should jump on my cock, right here, right now and quickly fill my needs,” he smirks. “On the washing machine?” You questioned with raised eyebrows.

“Yes Suchan quick before the spin cycle starts, oh wait maybe that’s what your waiting for,” he winks.

You don’t hesitate to strip your clothes from your body as you perch yourself on to his thighs, gripping at his body to avoid falling. “I got you sweetie,” he reassures you as his hand hoists you up to hover over his hardened member. You sink on to his shaft taking him slowly moaning into the air as your core stretches to him. When your fully on him he helps to lift you up and down his member as you find a rhythm. The spin cycle started as it edged you on, while the extra sensation clearly has Heechan weakened. It isn’t just him, the vibration of his cock as you Bob up and down him is attacking your senses as you feel your impatient orgasm threaten. “Your so perfect,” Heechan coos as he cups your face. “Please look at me when you lose yourself to my cock,” he pleads. You bite your lips when you feel your core attack that your high is tethering. As the cycle ups a notch, Heechan brings his pelvis to meet yours. You find yourself crashing, your walls clench around him as you fall into your orgasm. Heechan as usual doesn’t falter as he continues his thrusts while you convulse around his cock, his name falling like a mantra.

When you whimper lolling your head on to his chest he has a new idea. Finding the mirror further in the room, he shifts from the washing machine with you still attached to him. He lets you slip once you reached the other side of the room as he twists you to face the mirror. “I want you to watch me as I fuck you so hard and fast,” he smirks as he bends you so your looking at your own view. He slams his cock Deep in you, your body arching at the angle his cock has on your sensitive core. You can see his mischevious grin as he grapples at your breasts. Fingers roll around your nipple has your body on fire as you shiver under his touch. His cock attacking your core as you feel another orgasm brewing. “You look so fucking good looking fucked out,” he growls into the mirror as he slams unmercifully in you. His mouth finding your collar as he looks in to the view before clamping down on your skin. He suckles as you hiss, letting purple blemishes mark you up. “Sweetie everyone will know I’m your main man,” he pants as he continues his attack. His fingers barely touch your nub that has you thrown into another orgasm. Your body shaking as he still refuses to ease his speed against you. However, one glance after you’ve finished coming down has you know his chasing his own. His deeply concentrated face in your view as he bites his lower lip, the grip now on your waist is just delicious to view. He takes no time throwing himself over his high, filling you with his hot seed as he takes his time to slow his pace to nothing.

He pulls his arms around your waist to avoid you collapsing to the floor. The door goes having your mind switch back in. You suddenly remember your plans as you look at yourself sweaty from sex, not looking very appealing. “Sort yourself out baby, I’ll attend to that,” he smirks.

You know it’s your best friend and he doesn’t care what state your in, even Heechan cum stained. Entering once you redress yourself in your sweats, you smile at Donghun who shakes his head. “No question at to what you two been up to,” he chuckles between you both. “Just breaking her in for you,” he said playfully clasping Donghun’s shoulder. “You have fun sweetie, love you,” He says leaving a warm kiss against your cheek.

The warmth you have for this man willing to fix your problems, though he couldn’t fix Sunwoo he could with Donghun. Your thropple relationship still intact and still healthy a couple years on. “No kiss for your other boyfriend no?” Donghun teases as you press your lips against his. But it’s short lived when Heechan pulls you off him for one more hungry kiss before you leave his side.

Full Masterlist

[liprairian]

Libby's search here is somewhat misleading; despite hitting "Blake Pierce (author)" in the search, it actually still counts partial matches in your results total. There isn't a way to search by one particular piece of metadata that I can find in the app. Luckily, the Overdrive catalogue itself (this is the one referred to in the article, which is where librarians shop for Overdrive items) has a slightly better system. I assume there'd be riots if they didn't.

Once selected, Author Blake Pierce has 770 books and, interestingly, substantially more than that in audiobooks. That's definitely the oddest part, to my eyes.

I think the article is misleading too, if I'm being honest - the article writer doesn't seem to be super familiar with how or why this would affect library purchasing, and reports on it as a sort of scandal. None of the possibilities the article speculates on are really that big a problem, from the point of view of library purchasers.

The worst effect of floods of AI fake authors on library purchasing would be honestly no more or less than a particularly large bout of spammers would be to one's website contact form. It's annoying, somewhat time-consuming, and indicative of scummy behaviour on the part of the scammers, but it isn't an industry upset, at least where libraries are concerned. The criteria in your standard collection development policies are honestly really good at handling this sort of thing already. The mandate of a public library is so huge and potentially self-contradictory that collection development policies in particular have a really fantastic balance between guidance and flexibility. Selection criteria are reasons to consider an item, not a list of possible failure points as reasons to kick it out the door.

The problem and the solution is this: Even if you were browsing for failure points, there isn't a single thing on that list of selection criteria you can ding an AI-written item for that isn't also perpetrated by a human author and duly represented somewhere in a library collection because somewhere, other criteria outweighed that issue.

So the real question becomes, does an AI-written item stand out on any of the reasons to select it? The "AI-written" part is redundant; it's the same question no matter what. Generally, the only reason an AI-written item is at all likely to be considered when following a normal collection development policy is a high amount of patron demand. And at that point, the answer is almost certainly just to buy the damn thing; if it's actually in demand, it's serving some need in the community even if we can't imagine what that could possibly be.

Please read this. It is deeply, DEEPLY freakish.

[Robin, a librarian] received a message from a patron of her library system that there was something wrong with an audiobook they had borrowed. The patron reported that during a quiet part of the audio, there seemed to be a tiny portion of another recording inserted into the silence. It happened more than a few times and the patron also provided a timestamp, because this patron is very awesome. Robin says that this isn’t unusual, and the process is pretty routine:  “It’s usually just a corrupted file transfer or something. And we contact the publisher and let them know, or let OverDrive know, and it gets re-uploaded.” So then what happened?  Robin: “So I went to look up the specific book to see who the publisher was. Mostly because I wanted to know. We would contact OverDrive about the error, and they would fix, or talk to the publisher directly.” Digital files get corrupted often enough, so this isn’t alarming. But then, Robin and her coworkers noticed the name of the narrator: “Scarlett Synthesized Voice.”

And that's just the beginning of it. Who is "author" Blake Pierce, and how do they have more than seven hundred books??

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Field Trips & Chaos- Crossover chpt.2

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Recovery date: December 19th, 2020

Description: The Winchesters are contacted by a very tired Japanese government official, trying to deal with a very troublesome case. Meanwhile, a coincidental schedule lands some high schoolers in the wrong place at the wrong time. Will everyone survive?

Notes: This entry has been translated for viewing facility, all bold writing is Japanese.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Word count: 603

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“Okay, so we’re looking for…”

The Winchesters were standing outside the station in Yokohama, trying to figure out where to go. Tsujimura hadn’t told them where to meet, and she hadn’t responded to Sam’s emails since she sent the tickets. So they were looking for the nearest government building, and hoping for the best.

“Mr. Winchesters?” Someone called from behind them.

A young woman with strange hair, it was cyan, was standing before them. She smiled and bowed slightly.

“Yes, that’s us. Are you Ms. Tsujimura?”

She nodded. “Yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Please follow me.”

She led them out of the station to a car, and the three took a seat in the back. As soon as they were settled, the driver pulled away and she took out a file.

“A few weeks ago, we were made aware of what we believed to be an ability user. However-”

“I’m sorry, a what user?” Sam asked, looking through his folder.

Tsujimura stopped talking in surprise,and her brows furrowed.

“An ability user, someone with an unnatural power unique to them. Unless of course it’s passed on but that’s quite uncommon.”

“So like a witch?” Dean asked.

“I suppose.”

“I hate witches,” Dean grumbled.

“Have you never heard of ability users? I know there are some groups in the united states.”

“Really? We’ve never run into anyone,” Sam frowned, “Maybe they were posing as witches.”

Tsujimura said nothing, from what she’d heard, it wasn’t entirely impossible the Winchesters had simply never realized who they’d encountered. They didn’t seem to be the most observant people, the “Supernatural” books made that obvious.

“Now, about why you were called here. We believed Mr. Akira to be an ability user, however after further investigation that didn’t seem to be the case. After unsuccessful attempts to contact local hunters, we looked for the next best thing.”

“And that was us?”

“Yes.”

“Not that we aren't grateful for this opportunity, but aren’t the British Men of Letters practically next door?”

“Ah, yes. They…” she looked thoughtful for a second, “don’t like us much.”

“Join the club,” Dean laughed, and Tsujimura smiled.

“Sakaguchi-senpai will answer your questions when-”

“Tsujimura-san, we’re here.”

“Ah! Please.” She waved the boys to the door. “We’re here.”

She took the files from the boys, and thanked the driver as they stepped out. They were standing in front of a tall government building. Tsujimura joined them on the curb, and led them inside. 

It was exactly what you’d assume a government building to look like. Marble floors, lots of security, and dark walls. Tsujimura led them through security and into an elevator where she swiped a card and pushed the button for the second lowest floor.

The only sound was the whirling of the elevator as the boys watched the numbers descend.

Ding

“Senpai! The Winchesters are here.”

The room they’d entered was covered in monitors on the wall across from them, with multiple panels and desks covered throughout. The room was split in two by a platform which they were on, and in the center of the platform was a chair where a man sat hunched over a laptop.

“Thank you Tsujimura. Please go finish you report.”

“Yes!”

He stopped typing, and pushed up his glasses as he turned to the brothers. Meanwhile, Tsujimura descended to another desk and began to work.

“Sam and Dean Winchester, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He approached them, with a hand outstretched. “My name is Ango Sakaguchi, and I am an assistant counselor for Japan’s special division for unusual powers. I look forward to working with you.”