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mariamakeslemons · 6 months ago

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Chapter 8 (Dragged to Hell)

TW: Slightly gory (it's a demon dragging someone to Hell, what do you expect?)

I've been wanting to get to this part for a long while. Hey ho, the Bitch is Dead!

Kyle is staring at you. You don’t know why he is, especially since he’s here with his team and Master Prometheus is in the field, preparing for the Bonding Ceremony that will hopefully release König’s Bond and allow you and Kyle to Bond instead. You see his Captain, Price, watching the proceedings with interest, occasionally asking questions which you can hear your Master answer easily. Soap and Ghost are doing rounds, looking out in case König decides to try showing up to stop the Bonding.

“…What?” you eventually ask, averting your eyes to his wrist, where the bracelet Master Prometheus asked you to make dangles from.

“Didn’t think you’d look so pretty in shapeless robes,” he admits, looking at your ceremonial clothes curiously. You sputter as your cheeks warm, too flustered to say anything as you try to disappear into said robes. They are traditional styled, black and heavy enough to almost seem stiff, if it weren’t for the potions that the cloth is soaked in before becoming robes. Kyle chuckles, stepping forward and pulling on the collar, revealing your pout to him.

“C’mon Love,” he teases, “Don’t hide your pretty face from me.”

“Kyyyleee,” you whine, trying to hide your face in exact opposition of his request.

“Kyle, Child,” Master Prometheus calls, “Come over here.” You immediately snap to attention, hurrying over to stand by your Master as Kyle jogs behind.

“You will face each other and hold this,” he explains, handing over a ritual knife with its wavy blade, “Do not hold it by the blade, share the handle. The only job of this blade is to sever the unwanted Bond.”

“Yes sir,” you agree as Kyle nods in understanding.

“Once inside the circle, I will tell you what to say, Kyle,” Master Prometheus continues, “Child, you know the words you must say.”

“Yes sir,” you repeat, carefully setting foot into the circle. It takes careful steps, but you and Kyle make it to the center, a hand on the blade’s handle, his above yours.

“Sanguinem tuum peto,” Master Prometheus calls.

“Sanguinem tuum peto,” Kyle repeats, the magic sparking in the circle at his words.

“Sanguis meus, gratis do,” you answer, feeling the magic start to swell around you.

“Animam meam colo.”

“Anima mea, tuum est tenere.” As you say each word, the magic circles around you and Kyle, but you never break eye contact with him. He does the same, licking his lips as he looks down at you.

“Et medullis vestris servabo.”

“Medulla mea est thesaurus tuus.” There is a taught rope of magic appearing, being wrapped around the knife’s blade and begins to fray as new strands move between you and Kyle. The strands search eagerly for each other, stretching to bind Kyle and you together.

“Adiuro te ad me.”

“Avide tenetur- ,” you barely finish when a loud crack fills the field. The rope that was wrapped around the knife is severed, and your strands shoot out toward Kyle. But Kyle’s strands fade as his shirt turns red. Your wide eyes finally drop from his eyes to look in horror at the bloom of blood blossoming across his chest.

“THEY’RE MINE!” König roars as you scream, unable to do anything but watch Kyle drop.

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Gaz floats in darkness, confused about what happened. He had been standing just before you, finishing the ritual to sever your Bond with König while making a new one with him, when a sudden pain slammed into his back before he went numb and everything went dark. Fuck, is he dead?

“I call to you with my soul,” a voice whispers, making him blink. It’s familiar, achingly so. He squints, trying to see who it is.

“I call to you with my soul. Return to me,” the voice says, sounding closer. He still can’t see anything, but the voice is clearer, allowing him to realize just who is calling for him. Who he needs to return to.

“I call to you with my soul. Return to me, Kyle. Please, come back,” you plead from a light that suddenly appears, briefly blinding Gaz, even as he finds himself running toward it.

“Hold on! I’m coming!” he yells back, before gasping as he suddenly finds himself staring up at the sky. Your face comes into view, a look of relief that crumbles to relieved tears.

“Kyle,” you sob, dropping your head down against his throat.

“Hey, Love,” he croaks, lifting his hand to pat at your head. Price appears over him, a look of relief on his Captain’s face.

“You gave us quite the scare, Gaz,” he rumbles, relief twitching at his mouth.

“How long was I out?” Gaz asks, turning his head idly to press a kiss to your head as his hand slides down to rub against your back soothingly.

“‘Bout five minutes,” Price answers, before flinching and glaring at a howl of rage. Gaz turns his head, scowling upon seeing König struggle against glowing rope that rise from the ground. Prometheus scowls as both Soap and Ghost finish pulling off all the weapons from the giant’s person.

“Fucker managed to slip past Ghost and Soap by timing when they passed each other,” Price explains, “He only got the one shot off before the old witch bound him to th’ spot.” Your sobs settle and you sniffle as you look up at him.

“I’m so sorry,” you choke out, “I never wanted you to be killed.”

“Oh, shhh,” he gently shushes, pulling you back down to him, “It’s not your fault th’ fuck is a piece of shit. But, uh, let’s not do this again.”

“Something we all can agree on,” Price huffs as you reluctantly pull away before helping Gaz up.

“I’m just glad you’re back,” you confess, your eyes red rimmed from crying. Gaz presses another kiss to your head, before everyone jumps as flames suddenly appear beside the Austrian.

“There you are, Pookie!” a woman’s voice coos as a demon appears from the flames. Once Gaz gets a good look, his eyebrows shoot up. The demon is a very pretty female with the stereotypical blood red skin, however her blonde hair and blue eyes seem almost angelic. The demon skips over and wraps her arms around König’s neck as the man panics, cooing, “You were naughty, König-y. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you just right!”

“Nonononononono,” the Austrian rapidly pleads, struggling against both the rope and the demon’s arms. The woman laughs happily and curls close to him, before they both ignite. Everyone watches in shock and horror as the flesh drips off bone as the fire burns brightly, turning pitch black before the skeletons sink into the ground, all while the giant of a man screams and yells, pleading for you to save him. As soon as the top of his skeleton’s head disappears into the ground, the fire douses, leaving a little soot as the only sign anything happened.

“…That was the psycho that killed him in the first place,” you choke out. Gaz lets out a hysterical laugh while Ghost turns to look at you and Gaz.

“Need t’ go t’ a church. No’ ‘cause ‘f religion, but t’ get that image out ‘f m’ head,” he declares, changing the hysterical laughter to real laughter.

#my work #kyle gaz garrick x reader #captain john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #king killer challenge #To the Victor the Crown

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amaranthhiding · 2 years ago

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Regarding Sam

by Hiding Amaranth

Words: 7,292 (finished) Rating: Teen Relationships: Rowena/Sam, Rowena & Amnesiac Dean

Tags: Canon Universe, Episode 12x11, Missing Scenes, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Life-or-Death Stakes, Magic, Witches, Rowena Realizes She Cares, Pre-Relationship, Sam Being a Prisoner, Amnesiac Dean Being Chaotic, Humor, Soft Rowena, Rowena Teaching Herself to Drive a Car to Save Sam

Point-of-View Characters: Rowena

Summary: When they hear Sam's blood-curdling scream over the phone, Rowena is far more affected than she thought possible. She has to make up her mind whether or not to turn her back on the Winchesters in their dire need—and how far exactly she'll go to save them. (Or my version of what happened in episode 12x11 between Sam's scream and the moment we see Dean wake up in the Impala, plus two additional new scenes at other blank spaces where the episode faded to black. And all of that from Rowena's point of view!)

Written for the Sam Winchester Rare Ships Week 2023 Day 6: "Missing Scene / Episode Tag" hosted by @spnrareships

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If you'd like to be added/removed from my taglist for Samwena and/or other SPN content, let me know in a reblog, reply, or personal message. :) @spnrarepairbunker @fanficlounge @panthera-dei @samsrowena Excerpt under the cut

"Age nunc intellectum," Catriona's lilting, obnoxious voice said over the speaker, casting a spell unknown to Rowena despite her vast knowledge of the arcane. Perhaps it stemmed directly from the Grimoire. "Age nunc intellectum atque voluntatem omnem meam."

The spell created a terrible, high-pitched noise, loud enough that Rowena had to lower the phone's volume lest they'd risk damage to their eardrums even from afar.

Sam screamed.

Screamed like she'd never heard him before.

His agony seemed to resonate somewhere deep within her muscles, shaking that barely contained landslide out of its constraints once more. She could swear she felt something shatter inside herself.

Then his scream broke off abruptly.

A blockage in her chest refused to let her breathe. Completely taken by surprise over her own reaction, she didn't know what to do or even think.

Nobody had ever—

She wasn't supposed to—

Clinging to the flickering movement of candlelight on the table, she swallowed against the lump in her throat and tried to make sense of what she was feeling. The weak attempt to ground herself failed miserably.

"Sam?" Dean's quiet, doubtful question condensed her thoughts far more effectively than she herself could have.

Sam, was he truly—

Too overwhelmed by the chaos in her head, the sound of Catriona's voice over the speaker actually made her wince.

"Tie him to that chair before he wakes up. I'll be right back."

Before he wakes up.

Heavens above.

She only just had enough sense to press a hand in front of her mouth to stifle the sound of relief that threatened to escape her.

It took another few seconds and several deep breaths until she regained control enough to think clearly. The first thing she did was mute their microphone, so that the ongoing connection would hopefully remain undiscovered, no matter how much noise they caused.

"What do we do?" Dean asked of her, looking at her with open trust as if she held all the answers in the world.

To the echo of hounds in her mind, she realized how much the lad's behavior reminded her of her time in Scotland, back when Fergus had been but a wee thing.

Casting a glance over to the motel room's door, she knew that she could turn her back on all this and be on her merry way. A past version of her would have done just that.

There was a sensation of wetness clinging to the corners of her eyes. Who knew if it had been caused by the memories of times long gone or by the mistaken conviction that Sam Winchester was no more.

At a distance of just a handful of steps, the door still beckoned her. But she wasn't the same woman anymore.

The things the supposed end of the world did to you.

Getting rid of the unshed tears with a hasty swipe of her hands, she squared her shoulders and straightened her posture before meeting Dean's gaze.

"Why, we save him, of course," she said, as if it was the most logical conclusion in the world. Perhaps it was. Or perhaps she'd finally lost her mind.

Dean smiled like a child who'd found the candy. "Oh, good, yeah, that's—" In a mood change as sudden as a lightning strike, he frowned instead. "How?"

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snakesong · 2 months ago

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Random mini SPN fanfic I thought of while walking to class today

Disclaimer: I've only watched 2 seasons of this show so... idk if this is in character for the later seasons lol.

Also please don't put spoilers in comments or reblogs 🙏

TLDR: What would happen if one of the one-off characters was a ✨choir nerd✨?

Enter: some guy dressed in all black walking down a sketchy alleyway at night, muttering to himself in Latin: Exaudi oratsi onem meam Domine...

Cut to Sam and Dean, who are investigating some supernatural occurrence nearby. They notice Some Guy and decide he is sufficiently suspicious, so they walk up to him. The guy nods to them in greeting, then resumes his muttering.

Winchester Bros force a conversation with him, but it quickly escalates into an interrogation. It's mostly Dean's fault.

A few tense minutes later, we learn that Some Guy was not up to Evil Demonic Things, and instead was walking home from a dress rehearsal of Stravinsky's Symphony of Psalms with the local philharmonic, which happens to be close to the iffy part of town. And he got hit with post-rehearsal-can't-stop-singing-syndrome (it's a real thing, trust me) so he started chanting the catchy part, which just happens to sound pretty creepy.

Once we learn that Some Guy is definitely not suspicious, we get an awkward apology moment. Some Guy is pretty chill, and says he'll call it even if the brothers promise to listen to the Stravinsky piece on their own time. The deal is made, and they part ways.

In the car going back to the motel, Sam wants to listen to the Stravinsky, but Dean is like "nu-uh I am not listening to nerd music." Then we cut to the motel, never if they actually listen to it.

Then we have some shenanigans that lead to actually solving the mystery. Turns out there's some demonic tomfoolery going on, so an exorcism happens, and Some Guy happens to witness it. (When the dust settles, Some Guy makes a throwaway comment about the Winchesters' inconsistent Latin diction). The case is finished with zero loose ends. Farewells are said, and the Winchester Bros head back to the motel to pack up.

At the very end, Sam opens the door to the Impala to find Dean in the driver's seat, headbanging to mvt. 3 of the Stravinsky.

And I see this snowballing into Dean buying cassettes of Rite of Spring and Petrushka because Stravinsky is actually pretty metal. Which is framed as just a funny character moment that'll have no real consequences.

Then, a few episodes later, Winchester Bros solve a case that involves the actual pagan ritual from Rite of Spring.

#Do you see my vision?#supernatural #fanfic #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester

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tobymybaby · 6 months ago

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Julius looks like the person to burn down the entire kitchen I meam take a good look at his canon design, woukd you trust him with the task of making an omelette???

In the book he sounds zesty af like tf do you mean your gonna make reed dance for you🤨🤨

I BET BRO CANT MAKE EVEN MAKE TOAST, WOULD WANT HIM IN MY KITCHEN EVER!

ALSO HIM SAYING MAKE REED DANCE DOES SOUND ZESTY AS FUCK

#fnaf fazbear frights #fnaf books #fazbear frights #fnaf #fnaf the breaking wheel #fnaf julius #fnaf reed

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genesis-of-the-between · 2 years ago

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In the kingdom of Viridiva, there once lived a witch named Bestiver. He was known for his work in animal magic, and people from all over the kingdom sought his aid when dealing with familiars, transformation curses and magical beasts.

One day, after a particularly busy day, he heard a gasp from the woman who had just left his cottage. “Duke Kallov?”

A sigh escaped his lips. He’d been hoping to close up for the day, as it was getting late and he was getting tired, but of course one of the few people he couldn’t refuse without losing his head had arrived.

He opened the door. “My, my. I wasn’t expecting royalty to drop by. Please come in, my lord.”

The Duke dismounted his horse, a large leather bag in his hands. Whatever could he be keeping in there?

Duke Kallov was a hulking man, tall and broad with greasy ginger hair and an equally greasy mustache. In comparison, Bestiver was quite average—mousy brown hair and hazel eyes, and a scrawny physique no one could be proud of. Still, the witch looked up at him with no fear in his eyes. “What do you need, my lord?”

The Duke slammed the bag onto the table. A loud honk escaped the leather, and Bestiver winced. “I’ve brought you a swan. Turn her into a woman so I may wed her.”

Hesitantly, Bestiver opened the bag. The poor bird looked up at him with beady black eyes. “Okay,” he said, wishing he could refuse. He didn’t like the idea of turning an innocent bird into a human just so a duke with a reputation for being a bastardous womanizer could marry her. “I’ll be right with you. Wait here.”

“I can’t come with you?”

“Animal magic is fickle. The aura of another being other than the animal and the caster may throw the entire spell off.” In reality, he just didn’t want to hang around the duke any longer than he had to.

Luckily, Duke Kallov seemed to believe him. Bestiver took the swan into the next room and prepared the ritual.

He set the swan in the center of the magic circle and gave it a look of pity. “Okay, birdie, everything is going to be fine. This won’t hurt a bit. Things might be a little confusing at first, but everything will be fine. Just stay calm. You’re going to turn into a human, is that okay?”

The swan honked. Of all Bestiver’s many powers, speaking to animals was not one of them. That was his weak spot. He hoped the honk meant yes.

He took a deep breath. “Formam quam cupio a te sume. Inclinate ad voluntatem meam.”

White light filled the room. Bestiver shielded his eyes. When he opened them again, before him was a sight to behold.

In a pile of feathers lay a beautiful woman. She had glossy black hair that fell to her waist, hiding her naked body just enough that he could cover her with the blanket he’d brought without feeling incredibly awkward.

She opened her eyes, which were a lovely shade of dark brown. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Sitting up, she looked around, until she noticed Bestiver watching her. There was a vaguely murderous look in her eyes. That was reasonable—swans, though graceful and elegant, were just as fierce as geese when provoked.

“It’s okay. Everything is okay. You’re going to be fine. I don’t want to hurt you.”

The murderous look faded. The swan girl studied her new form. Bestiver assumed it would take her a bit to get used to being a human, and he felt bad that it would be the Duke responsible for teaching her how to walk or talk. He was sure Duke Kallov would refuse to let him keep the girl with him until she was ready to join the court.

“Stay here. I’ll get you something to wear.”

He went upstairs. He lived alone, so he didn’t have anything the Duke would approve of, but he doubted the Duke had brought anything himself, so they’d have to make do.

He grabbed his longest tunic and a pair of pants, then ran downstairs. The swan girl hadn’t left the room, thank Cantamen. He gave her the clothes. “Put these on. I’ll help if you need it, this must be very confusing for you.”

The swan girl took a minute to realize what he wanted her to do, and then another minute to figure out how to get them on. But soon she’d gotten dressed, and she stood up. To Bestiver’s surprise, she was actually a lot taller than he was. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but the Duke might not take it so well.

“Okay, look. I had to turn you into a human because there was a nobleman who wanted a wife. So you’re going to have to live with him, and you’ll most likely never see me again. He’s waiting in the other room, so please don’t attack him, okay? Can you do that?”

He couldn’t tell if the swan girl could understand him or not. He hoped she could. He beckoned her to follow him into the room where Duke Kallov was waiting.

The Duke looked at the swan girl, obviously not comprehending what he was seeing. The girl studied him, her eyes glinting.

“This is her?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Isn’t she a bit…masculine?”

“I’m sorry sir, what do you mean?”

“Her clothes—”

“Oh, those are mine. Swans don’t transform into humans and magically have clothes on.”

“Oh.”

A moment of silence. “I’ll take her.”

“Okay, but I must warn you, I doubt she understand anything about human culture. Someone will have to teach her such things.”

The Duke ignored him. He took the swan girl by the hand and lead her outside. After a moment, Bestiver heard his horse gallop off.

His last glimpse of the swan girl was through the window, as she looked back towards the cottage. Then they disappeared into the woods.

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Several weeks passed. One stormy day, Bestiver heard a knock on his door. He opened it to find the swan girl standing there, soaking wet from the rain. It didn’t seem to bother her, though. She stared down at him eyes dark and foreboding.

“…hello? Why are you here? Did something happen?”

“Kallov is dead.”

A flood of emotions entered his mind. He’d never liked the bastard anyway, but he felt like the swan girl was about to tell him she was the killer. “How did he die?”

“He marry me, but love others…I kill him.”

Called it.

“Did you…love him?”

She was silent for a moment. “I…do not know. No one tell me what love feel like.”

“…so, uh…why are you here?”

“Had no place to go.”

“…okay, come in, I guess?” Bestiver couldn’t believe he was letting a murderous swan girl into his house, but he didn’t feel like he had a choice. She might decide he was her next target.

He lead her inside and sat her down on the couch. “Uh…do you have a name?”

“Court women call me Yelena.”

“Okay, Yelena, I’m Bestiver. Do you want me to make you some, er, cocoa or something?”

“Cocoa?”

“It’s a warm chocolate drink. It’s sweet.”

Yelena took a moment to consider. “Yes.”

“I’ll make you some, then.”

Bestiver got the kettle boiling. Then he grabbed some parchment and got to work writing a very important letter about the fact that he was housing a criminal.

Hopefully Oriens would have some idea of what to do.

When the sorcerer turned the swan into a woman, he was picturing someone beautiful, graceful, and fragile. What he got was someone beautiful, graceful, and very much willing and able to kill a man.

#writing prompt #jenna reblogs

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donghoonie-3 · 2 years ago

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'22 KINKTOBER - DAY 31

mommy kink - Jake

For: @sunjayx

Warnings: sub jake, meam dom reader, jake begs a lot, pet names, degrading, jake is tied up, unprotected sex (better safe than sorry!!), choking. Lmk if I missed anything!!

kinktober masterlist ♡

a/n: ahh this is the last day!! I still have a couple fics to finish because I was taking a couple days off! I'll finish them as soon as I can<33 I really enjoyed this month and writing all of these so I hope yous enjoyed reading them too and of course this very last one aswell<33

You were riding jake nice and fast, bouncing up and down on his needy dick. His hands are tied to the bed as desperate moans leave his mouth. "ahh yes yes yes!!" He moans out loudly as you speed up your actions. He wanted to touch you and forgot for a second that his hands are tied up. All he could do is lay there and moan about how good you're making him feel.

"You look so pretty like this jakey" you praise your boyfriend. "t-thank you mommy" he says subconsciously, not realising what he said. "What's that?" You say with a raised brow, slowing your movements when he doesn't reply.

"I asked you a question" you say sternly while you're holding his chin up. "Mmm i- I said thank you m-mommy" he finally replies, averting his eyes from yours. "I didn't hear you baby, say that again" you did hear him but you wanted to hear him say it louder...and more desperate so you pick up your pace once again and move faster on him.

"i- ahh fuck! I said thank you mommy!!" He says louder this time, throwing his head back as the pleasure takes over him. "Good boy. Am I making you feel good jakey?" You ask him as your hand moves up to his neck and you start to choke him lightly.

"Yes mommy! m-making me feel so good~ please mommy...more" he sounds so fucked out begging for you. You smirk at his words and choke him harder watching his lips part wider. He looks so good with his hair messy and his lips wet, red and swollen from licking them and biting at them so much.

"Such a pathetic whore" you degrade him and he moans louder in response, loving your mean words. "So pathetic... getting turned on more by my mean words" you spit loving the way he reacts at your words.

"You like being degraded hmm jakey?" You ask him and he responded almost right away desperately. "Yes mommy!! I love it so much when mommy degrades me- fuck please mommy feels...good" his back arches while speaking his last words.

"Is my dumb whore close? You wanna cum jakey?" You ask him teasingly. Your hips moving nonstop on his dick, getting him and you closer to your highs.

"Yes yes please mommy can I cum? Please I've been good mommy- aahh!! Mghh please!! Mommy please can I cum please" he's almost crying from badly he needs to cum so you let him. Satisfied with his cute begging.

"Cum baby" those are the final words he needed to hear before shooting his cum into you. His moans getting higher once his orgasm hits. Begging for you like a pathetic slut and his eyes rolling back.

You cum just after him and rest on top of him for a but before getting up and cleaning both of you up. You then go back to bed and hold him close to you while praising him and telling him how good he did for you.

Taglist: @makiixuxii @parkhonnie @hee-pster @foxdaisy @heeseongism @bbyhee @cha0thicpisces send an ask to be added or removed<3

#sub jake #sub jaeyun #sub enha #enhypen smut #enha smut #jake smut #jaeyun smut #jake hard hours #jake hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enha hard hours #enha hard thoughts

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 years ago

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Takeda YN: Karasuno's Assitant Coach

and Multilingual Expert

Takeda is so cute I can not 😭

Karasuno x Takeda YN

Warnings: Swearing (English and Spanish), my attempts at using my limited knowledge of Spanish 😅

AN: This is an Anon request! Anon later requested reader being related to Takeda so we have Takeda YN!

Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

YN you are literally related to the most patient human being alive

I meam, come on

Look who he deals with daily

And he's so motivational 🥺

Plus look at how much effort he went to for Karasuno to play against Nekoma and the other schools!

This man begged 👏🏻 on 👏🏻 his 👏🏻 knees 👏🏻

Case in point, Ukai

He full on stalked Ukai just to get him to coach our precious bby crows

And look how that worked out 🙌🏻

So when you were in town visiting, he thought it would only benefit the team to bring you in

Did you have any volleyball knowledge? Not particularly

BUT you did have knowledge of other things 🙃

Not only are you intelligent but you are multi-lingual

And Takada, knowing thus fact, brought you in as a consultant

When you first met the team, they were si confused

"Umm coach why is Yn here exactly?"- Daichi

"Well I thought YN could teach everyone a little something. Take it away YN"- Takada

So tell us YN 👀 what are we going to learn

"I'm going to teach you guys some simple Spanish"- You, so proud 🤗

The reactions are mixed as you might expect

"YN you do realize whose on our team right?"- Ennoshita

"Literally the dumbest of the dumb YN"- Suga

"They barely know Japanese YN and you expect them to learn Spanish"- Daichi

"Kageyama can barely function as is!"- Asahi

"Ok ok guys chill"- you, sweating a little 😅

"YN how you do you expect us to chill! Omg is there going to be a test?? If we fail can we still play volleyball?"- Hinata

Kageyama 👇🏻

Well if that didn't escalate quickly 😅

"Everyone chill out!! Im going to teach you a few simple words just to help fool your enemy"- you

"Ahh so a confusion tactic"- Daichi

Exactly 🤗

Kageyama js slowly regaining is coming

"I'm not the best with words"- Kags

"It's ok, they are two simple words that you can use occasionally to mix up your enemy when you are in a tight spot

Warning: my Spanish is not the best, I preapologize 🤚🏻

"They are 'derecha' which means right and 'lzquierda' which means left"- You stoked

Pls Kags and Hinata are back to panicking

"YN THOSE WORDS SOUND SO FANCY. ISNT IT ILLEGAL FOR US TO USE FANCY WORDS"- Hinata

Kags just sits there, sweating

Yes bby give us nothing 👏🏻

"Guys chill! You memorized handle signals right?"- you

"Yeah but we use our hands YN not our mouths!"- Tanaka now getting in on the panic

You👉🏻🤦

Takada 👉🏻😏 feel my pain YN

And so begins the descent into operation: fool the enemy

Too bad the only person you're fooling her YN is yourself 🙃

Its the day of the interhighs and you've managed to successfully give yourself a migraine 🤣

Please these boys are just hopeless YN

You've tried everything!

Repeating, breaking it down, heck you even got in there yourself and did it!

And it all FAILED

imagine the one thing you fail at is teaching these idiots 😭

Needless to say, your nervous for Interhighs

Not to mention there are some rather annoying characters 🙄

Case in point, Oikawa 🙌🏻

Because when you first meet him and he makes Kageyama fall on his butt

You literally say "geez that guys a real gilipollas"

"What does that mean YN?"- Hinata

"Dumbass"- you

Hinata 👉🏻🌟👄🌟

Please he runs to Kageyama

"Kageyama you are a real gilipollas sometimes"- Hinata

Please Kageyama thinks it s compliment 🤣🤣🤣

"You really think so"- Kageyama running the back of his head

"Seriously he learns the word for dumbass but he can't learn the words for right and left!"- Suga

"HEY GILIPOLLAS SHUT UP"- Daichi screaming at the group

Well it's good to see they can learn under the right circumstances 😅

Anyways, you are nervous about how much the team has actually learned

You are up in the stands with Yachi

Pretty sure you and Yachi switched places in the nervous department 🤣

"Yn chill out its going to be fine"- Saeko

"Have you seen them Saeko!"- you

"Ok you right you right"- Saeko

Thanks for the confidence boost

However as the game progresses you become more and more nervous because they have yet to use their new secret weapon

Until you hear Hinata shout "lzquierda!"

Everyone else's is like 🤨🤨🤨

Seijoh is so confused

But Kageyama surprisingly knew exactly what to do

Everyone is all 🤗🎉

And you are just like 👁👄👁 they actually did it-

Honestky nobody is more shocked than you

After the game, they all run up to you and are so excited

"DID YOU HEAR ME YN? I wad all like 'bam blam smack'"- Hinata

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 yep I heard you

"Why do you look so shocked YN?"- Daichi smirking

"I actually can't believe you pulled it off"- you, still staring 👁👄👁

"You have such little faith YN"- suga

"Yes, yes I did"- you still staring

Someone check on YN please and thank you!

"I'm really proud of you guys!"- you, starting to tear up 🥲

"Thanks YN, you really saved us out there"- Asahi

"YN can we learn some more words!!"- Hinata

"You should probably learn English first"- you

"I DONT NEED TO KNOW NO ENGLISH"- Kageyama

🤦🤦 somethings never change

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artificial-ascension · 2 years ago

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Just a few Smiley HCs, not a big long post just some I swear

He's a demon. He makes it everyone's problem

He's like 450 years old. Everyone keeps asking about major historical events and his response "I wasn't there I was doing other things"

Sometimes he has a reason, like that he was several hundreds of miles away and very young at the time, other things not so much

He got invited to the Boston Tea Party by his brother and didn't go because "He didn't hate tea or British people enough to care"

He did see Alexander Hamilton get shot in person though

Oh yeah also he has a brother. They're not actually realated they were both just born around the same time and got adopted by the same person and stayed together even after they left their pride

Oh speaking of which Smiley's species is weird. I won't give details (I'll put those in another post) but he's actually this weird shadow thing that looks like a weird mix of Slenderman and Pride from FMA. He possesses human bodies because he's not yet strong enough to exist in his true form in the 3rd dimension for more than a few minutes

They also reproduce through a weird version of mitosis meaning no one knows who's related to who and everyone is adopted. Sometimes his species forms large groups called prides but it's also common for them just just roam around either aline or with a few friends

Smiley is unfortunately alone, having not seen his brother for awhile

He has EJ though. They're queer platonic

Smiley's asexual because his entire species is. His ability to feel romantic attraction is debatable. He likes EJ but he's not sure if he considers them in love

He definitely feels something for Nurse Ann though. They met after the Civil War when Smiley first started killing his patients. Ann had a massive crush on him and Smiley decided to manipulate her, eventually killing her as well but fkr the time they worked together he definitely felt something towards her and said feelings have grown over time

Ann on the other hand was resurrected by Zalgo to hunt Smiley's species as the whole species had stopped listening and also they eat other demons sometimes and several individuals had wronged him personally so he just decided to have someone get rid of them and Ann was the perfect candidate he decided

150 years later the undead demon hunter x the demon who killed her ship is... going strong? There's alot of tension between them. Smiley still loves tormenting her and she keeps falling into the "I can fix him mindset" but at the same time They're both really horny for eachother in every way imaginable

His sense of humor is fucked. Everything is funny to him. His favorite movie is Repo! The Genetic Opera and he adamantly believes it is a comedy (That movie contains gratuitous murder scenes with silly sound effects, for context, and he can't get enough of it) His weird blue liquid is only blue because Zydrate is blue and he wanted his to be blue too, so he put food coloring in it

Smiley acts mostly human but alot of the time he can be found acting just a little... off...

He stands weird. He normally keeps his hands shoved in his pockets and tries to stand straight but sometimes he forgets and ends up walking around hunched over with his arms held weird. He alwaus goes up the stairs on all fours

He makes weird noises alot. Generally he only makes them around other demons (EJ has begun to understand what each of his clicks and and cries meam) but sometimes when he experiences alot of emotion at once he'll let a chirp or two slip

He lays weird. He's super flexible and constantly bitches about having to follow the laws of anatomy (in his true form he has no bones, organs or anything else. He's an amorphous shapeshifter) He sleeps and lays curled up like a cat

Also he purs. He's very very cat like but only around certain people

He eats alot too. His metabolism is super fast and he's got dangerously low body fat. Of course at the same time he's a picky eater and prefers his own home grown and caught food. He will eat a few store bought snacks (mostly sweets. Not a particular fan of too much sugar but he will enjoy a cookie from time to time)

He's an amazing farmer. He has a greenhouse where he grows all sorts of things. Tomatoes, strawberries, peppers, spices, everything. He also raises fish, crab, shrimp and cray fish via hydroponics. He also has chickens and a regular plot of farm land that some of the others help him look after

He grows weed too. Alot of it. Smiley fucking loves doing drugs. Back when heroine was in cough medicine he woyld sit in his clinic on a slow day and drink it. Unfortunately drugs are harder to come by now a days. The only stuff he has easy access to is Salvia which is effectively LSD the plant but phycodelics have other effects on his species so he can't use them. He doesn't drink either, he has a very sharp sense of smell and cannot stand being around alcohol so he just gets high and smokes cigarettes. Seriously he smokes like two packs a day and you'd be hard pressed to catch him sober

He's also the masnion weed dealer. He gives it out "for free" but if he gives you weed you owe him something now, so it’s best to have something on hand to trade with him

Also gives people vegetables. He grows way too many for him to use all by himself. This has gained him the nickname Dr. Pepper

Other nicknames include Doc Smiles, Dr. Feel Bad and The Good Doctor Smiley, the latter is widely knkws to be an oxymoron

He is an actual good doctor knowing a wide array of modern medicine, home remedies and old healing techniques form back in the day. He just like to kill people though. Demon instincts and shit

He gives alot of his patients organs tk EJ, he alsk has a special rule about no eye stuff which he claims is for EJ's sake (Eye stuff brings back very bad memories for him) but Smiley cannot handle seeing things happen to eyes either

Smiley is very manipulative. He's spent a long time around humans and knows how to manipulate them. Most demons are actually veey honest creatures however Smiley is not above lies and deception to get his way

If he can't manipulate someone into giving him what he wants he either gets aggressive (While he may appear frail he isn't, thanks to his demonic influence over his physical body he's quite strong. Also tall. He's 6'4 making him the tallest person with a human body in the mansion. Also his teeth are super sharp snd he will bite) or he tries to guilt trip

450 year old demon claiming he should get the last slice of pizza because he's neurodivergent and minor

Which is somewhat true. He's not fully developed yet as a demon and still has about 200 years before he will be, but the actual age he acts is determined by his physical body. His current human body is 38. Not a minor. He dose have PTSD though from being an army medic in several wars along with some mild abandonment issues

Ok I'm done with him. Done done done. Here. Take these.

#dr. smiley #creepypasta headcannons #dr smiley

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merlinmyrddin · 4 years ago

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@jgvfhl how dare you blow my cover like this?

Fun Fact Time:

Oscar Wilde had a lesbian niece

Yea

YEA

Her name was Dolly Wilde. She was the daughter of Oscar Wilde’s older brother, and was born about 3 months after he died. She worked as an ambulance driver during WW1 and spent most of her free time banging rich ladies. And guys. GUYS.

SHE

LOOKS

JUST LIKE

HER UNCLE

They both have That Face.

I’m so, so happy I know this now.

#god i love dolly!#oscar's family had really strong gene tbf ... even when you look at Oscar's grandson ; Merlin Holland #(YES OSCAR'S GRANDSON IS NAMED MERLIN !!!!!! *CRIES IN PERFECTION*)#what was I saying?#oh yeah Merlin still looks like oscar !? like...strong genes #and the dude is really cool as well #fought to get the foul trial published AND uncensored #and like... dude... i love wilde so much help #the whole family!?!?#even oscar's wife Constance was incredible!?!?#she was a pioneer in woman's fashion rights and by that i meam that she fought to protect woman against...chimney #too many woman were suffering burns or even death after their massive dress would catch fire in the foyer #so she raised funds for the survivors and tried to basocally change the fashion of the time to make it safer #then fun fact about why you tagging me in this post is making me stupidly happy but also creeps me out : when i was younger #(and i mean pre-teen young) and living in france and all; my grandma and I would go every wednesday to a charity bookshop #id pick Baudelaire; Balzac; Hugo and all and one day i had to kneel to tie my lace again #from the corner of my eyes i saw a face on the back of a book and said 'oh thats oscar' and my grandma replied 'who'?#so I grabbed the book quite confused and just whispered to myself 'oscar ...wilde' ... read the title ...'the picture of Dorian Gray'#my grandma bought the book for me for 50cents and i read it in one day and it felt like reading ... a memory?!#anyway; i have been litteraly obsessed with Wilde ever since; i own more than 30+ books about him (biographies; essaies; letters yada yada)#and every time; its always as if i ... know this things about him?! and nothing will evrr compare; NOTHING; to the time i went #and visited him at the cemetery (pere lachaise in Paris) ... the peace within my soul; the feeling of being home... incomparable!#now im not saying anything there but i believe that if a soulmate of some kinds ever existed or reincarnation or anything really #my life and I are made to adore Wilde; to share his words and he was; is; and always will be my best friend and my literary lover #and i love him in a way i can not express #oh wow Morrie...way to sound crazy on that one 😂

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shivering-isles-cryptid · 3 years ago

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Music in the moonlight

Summary: After Cairo and Khonshu releasing them, Marc and Steven feel empty, without a purpose. That is, until they come to the park one night and find a man playing the violin. Who knew that one song could make so many emotions.

Request: Yes / No

Warnings: An attempted mugging, crying cops, crying Steven Grant, crying reader, blood

Steven was walking his usual trail when he heard it. The soft and sharp sound of a violin. When he did, he had been thinking about everything thats happened in the past 2 weeks. Marc, Khonshu, Laylah, Cairo, losing his job, dying. It was all overbearing, but worst was the sense of loneliness that was left when neither he nor Marc could talk to Khonshu. Thats what led to these walks. Even if he was a heartless, decomposed pigeon, the pair had grown used to him being their. But that emptiness was somehow being filled with that music, the melody lifting all of Stevens emotions. As he moved closer, he saw a man standing in front of the fountain, watching the water and playing. He was completely lost in his song and didn't notice when Steven began listening behind him. As the song kept going, Steven felt more and more emotions build inside him until he began crying. When the man started to slow down before stopping, Stevens eyes were dry and puffy. "Wow." The man whirled around, shock on his face. "Gods, I didn't realize someone was here!" Steven was just staring at him, astounded at the beauty of his music. "You're really pretty. I meam, your.. Your music is really pretty. Not that your not pretty, you are! Well your handsome, but also pretty." The man started laughing and put his violin in its case. "Thank you. Your pretty too." He said with a smirk. "So, what brings you out here tonight...." The man looked at him expectantly. "Hmm, oh! Steven. My names Steven. And I couldnt sleep so I went for a walk." The man sat on a bench, bring one leg under him and the other up to his chest. "What.. What about you? Why are you playing violin in the park at 11:30?" Steven chuckled out and the man gave a small smile. "Lately, my music has been having an.... Effect on people, so I try not to play when there's people around." He said, staring at the floor. "I used to love preforming in front of crowds. The cheers and applause got me through alot. I used to preform at some coffee shops and local bars, but recently whenever I play, people's emotions become.... Razzled. Now, when ever I do, theres no cheers, no applause, just tears, sobbing, and once another person started a fight. Ever since..." He stopped talking, his hand squeezing the bench. He looked to his side and whispered, "I dont regret it. I made my choice." Then looked back at Steven, his eyes wide. "Im sorry, ive just been rambling on and on." The man let out a small chuckle and looked back down. "It's. It's fine, r-really. I ramble sometimes too. Especially when I'm talkimg about Egypt." The man's eyes lit up, and he sent a small glance behond him before looking back at Steven with a big smile. "You like Egyptian History?" A small shine was in his eyes when he asked. Steven began to smile too. "Yeah, I've been researching it since I was a kid. You like it too? Whats your favorite story?" Y/n's eyes lot up and he turned around completely, now sitting on both his legs. "The story of Hathor and Sekhmet." Stevens smile grew, and he grabbed Y/n's hands. "I love that story!" The two just stared into the others eyes, smalls on both their faces, hands in each other's hands, the only sound being their breathing and the fountain. That is until they hear footsteps and a sharp click. They turn and see a man dressed in black, pointing a gun right at them. "Steven, close you eyes." He heard the man say from next to him. "But..." He turned and looked at y/n, whos face was hard and serious. "Close your eyes." Steven felt Marc trying to front, but he listened to y/n and closed his eyes, feeling y/ns hands slip from his and hearing him get off the bench. "Give me all your money! Hey, what.. What are you doing? Oh god!"

I stood in front of Steven, the mugger pointing his gun right at me. "Give me all your money!" Y/n closed his eyes and let Sekhmets rage envelop him. His jeans and hoodie melted away, being replaced my a red leather cuirass and a lions pelt kilt. His shoes disappeared, leaving him barefoot and leathers bracers appeared on each arm. His h/c hair lift up into a small bun on top of his head and a small gold crown enveloped his head. "What are you doing? Oh god!" Y/n charged pulling a dagger from his cuirass and slashing at the gun, cutting it in half. He kicked the mans chest, sending him flying into a tree and then stepped forward, and punching him in his face until he passes out. "Hathors preace." He whispered and the armor disappeared, leaving him in his regular clothes. Y/n tossed the dude to the side and went back to Steven, who still had his eyes closed. "Hey, Steven, its okay now." When Stevens eyes opened, they no longer held the same warmtg, they were colder and scanned over y/n, seemingly checking him for injury. "What happened, are you all right?" Steven spoke in an American accent now, and his hands grabbed y/n's face, scanning him before looking behind him and seeing the beat up man. Y/n heard two gasps, one was gentle and soft, the other was sharp and akin to a roar. He looked back and saw Hathor anx Sekhmet watching the pair closely. "Khonshu's avatar." Hathor said, hand moving from her cow mouth. Sekhmet scanned him with her lioness eyes. "I smell Khonshu's stench, but it's faint, like the morsel doesn't realize the pigeons there. "Hey, hey!" His attention snapped to Steven, whos eyes were filled with worry. "Uh, yeah?" He was thinking about what his goddesses said. How could Steven not realize he's an avatar? "What happened?" Steven asked, his eyes narrow. "I beat him up. I pretended I was giving him my money, amd when I got close enough, I disarmed him, kicked him in the chest and knocked him out. And I may have broken his nose." Y/n looked at the sleeping man on the ground, blood on his face. "Okay, I'll call the cops, you relax." Y/n sat on thr bench, looking at the two women next to him. "This was an interesting night." He whispered to them. "Yes, I'd say it was." Sekhmet said, leaning over the body, sniffing it. "This was a lovely first date for you two!" Hathor said, clapping her hands together. "What?" Me and Sekhmet asked, both pooking at her. "Whats that?" Steven called out from where he was talking to the cops. "Nothing! Thought you said something!" Y/n called out, then looked back at the cow headed goddess. "This wasn't a date, we just met!" Hathor shook her head. "Think about it, first you play him a ballad right under thr full moon, then you two talk about your lives to each other, then you hild hands while staring into each others eyes, and then..."

"You beat a man who tries to kill him half to death. Truly romantic."

Sekhmet was now standing to my right, staring at Hathor, who was sitting on the fountain edge. "It truly is." She said, sighing dreamily. Y/n shook his head, crossing his arms. "Im pretty sure theres less bloodshed on first dates." Sekhmet sighed dissapointedly, "thats a damn shame." Y/n looked at the lioness with narrow eyes before turning to Steven, who was walking back to him. "The cops are on their way." Steven said, sitting down next to me. "Steven, why are you talking like that?" He asked, staring at the man questioningly. Stevens eyes widened before rolling into the back of his head. "Oh you know. Stressful situations and such." He said, now talking in the British accent he was when they met. "Okay, anyway, my names y/n. I just realised I didn't tell you." Y/n said, scratching at the leg. "Thats a pretty name." The American accent was back. Y/n looked up to see Steven shaking his head. "Thank you." Yn smiled at him before laying his head on Stevens shoulder. "So, what do we do while we wait?" Y/n asked.

Steven sat on the bench, y/n leaning against him. "What do we do while we wait?" Steven felt Marc try to front again and decided to step back while he did. "I like what were doing right now." Marc said, faking a British accent. Y/n looked up at him, and Marc looked down giving him a soft smile. "I do to. We should do this again." Marc wrapped his arm around y/n's shoulders. "Cuddle on a park bench after beating up someone? I agree." Y/n and Marc laughed and y/n scooted a little closer to Marc. Marc was feeling guilty though. Y/n thought he was cuddled against Steven the anxious nerd who gets flustered easily, not Marc, the ex-assassin who was famous for not showing how much he truly cared for anyone, not even his wife. "Your really easy to relax around, anx talk too." Y/n said, staring at the fountain. "You too." Marc said, feeling a small tightening in his stomach. "I hope I get even easier to talk to, so you can introduce me to who ever was speaking in the American accent." Y/n said and Marc tensed. He knew, how did he know. Marc looked down at Y/n, who was now looking up at him. "What?" Y/n sat up, putting a hand on Marcs leg. "Im not rushing anything Steven, you'll tell me when your ready." Y/n said and laid back down. Marc was about to say something but thats when the cops pulled up. Marc watched as Y/n approached them and started talking. The cops went from concerned, to defensive, and then a few started crying, and then they nodded, took the guy on the ground, and left. "What did you say?" Marc asked y/n, who was watching the cops leave. "Just explained the situation, nothing more." Y/n reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. "Now, I want to meet up again sometime, so heres my number." Y/n said, opening his phone and handing it to Marc, who typed it into his and sent a quick little hi to him. Y/n smiled and nodded, before kissing him on the checking and leaving to grab his violin. "Bye Steven, hope to see you again sometime soon." Then he left Marc and Steven alone, to walk home and think.

Sorry bought the way Steven talks, I don't know how British people talk so I just wrote it in an American accent.

#moon knight x male reader #steven grant x male reader #marc spector x male reader #avatar reader #hathor #sekhmet #egyptian gods #mugging

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leopardmask-ao3 · 2 years ago

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NHHP 2022 Day 29: What a Cool Guy

Link to the challenge Today’s Word is: Freeze Characters: Tango Season: HC 9 Other tags/warnings: robot Tango, demonpulse, Decked Out 2 in progress Word Count: 575

Summary: Mechanical joints aren't meant for cold weather. In order to build the icy dungeon that he has imagined, Tango's going to need a new look.

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Tango walked, a little stiffly, out of his frozen dungeon onto the front landing. Waiting for him there was a gold-colored, circular sigil, painted on the ground. If Tango didn't know better, he would think someone had been trying to summon a demon on his front porch.

In reality, though, it was the demon himself who had made this circle of magic - and at Tango's request, too. Tango grinned. "Here we go," he murmured. "Right here, just like Impulse said."

Tango had been struggling a little with the climate of his chosen base recently; his redstone mind was processing much faster than his mechanical body could move in the often freezing temperatures. On top of that, his circuits and joints got warm enough to sometimes melt the ice he was trying to work with.

Plus, Tango was the dungeon master here, and simply wanted a badass new look to make him match the build a little better.

Hence, asking Impulse about a frosty demon spell that he had mentioned before, but apparently never used. And Impulse had delivered, telling Tango how to use the circle magic, and even giving him a specific phrase to say, without which the spell wouldn't activate. To prevent anyone from happening by while both Impulse and Tango were busy, of course.

Tango squared his shoulders and moved his head side to side, wincing a little at the creaking sound his neck made. This would either be really awesome or maybe kill him - if it killed him, though, he could always get Impulse back for it later.

He stepped into the center of the golden sigil and double-checked the communicator panel in his arm for the starter phrase Impulse had sent him. "Faciem me- meam, olet malus?"

Somewhere, Tango could have sworn he heard Impulse snicker. But any suspicion was quickly pushed away by the activation of the spell around him.

The lines of the sigil started glowing; quickly, the glow faded from yellow to purple as stormy clouds roiled up out of them. The light from the circle turned into purple lightning crackling in the clouds, making Tango a little nervous.

An arc of energy struck Tango in the leg. He flinched, but instead of activating pain receptors or any other circuits it shouldn't, it just dispersed, as if it were always meant to be there. The spot where it struck felt... colder.

Tango laughed a little and held out his arms, letting the magic strike again, again, again! The heat from his redstone lessened, lessened, vanished, and yet his movement wasn't hindered by the cold at all.

The clouds and lightning coalesced into a final, explosive burst. A glamour swept across him, turning his hair to ice and his clothes into an intricate, hooded cloak.

Tango turned, looking himself over with a pleased air. His body still creaked with every motion, but this wasn't the stiff grinding of frozen metal - it was the crackling of ice, sliding against itself throughout his body to smooth his movements as if he weren't cold at all.

He wiggled his fingers, chuckling at the sound. Gradually, the chuckle turned into a much more maniacal cackle. Tango's blue eyes glowed with excitement under the dark hood of his cloak. Oh, yes, this would do nicely, wouldn't it?

He turned dramatically on his heel, the cloak sweeping around him, and easily pushed open the doors to Decked Out. The Dungeon Master was home at last.

#nhh 2022 promptober #my hc fic #tango tek #robot tango #impulsesv #demon impulse

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nightshade-minho · 4 years ago

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-The Ritual-

-Incubus!Minho + BestFriend!Jeongin x fem!Reader-

Warnings: themes of jealousy, occults and demons, unprotected sex, minho has a huge cock, face fucking, sir kink, cunnilingus, 69, anal penetration, creampie, a little cumplay, a little overstimulation, a lil finger blood for ze ritual~ etc.

Word Count: 5.2k (I got a little carried away...this is the smuttiest thing I’ve written in a while hhhhhh-)

Disclaimer: This scene is entirely consensual. Minho’s powers do have the ability to make you incredibly aroused, but it can’t force you to do anything against your wishes.

"Have you got everything?" You whispered, making the boy next to you jump in shock.

"Y/n! For God's sake, you scared the fuck out of me-"

"Yeah, yeah." You rolled your eyes at Jeongin, who went back to perusing the library shelf with a small huff.

"Did you get everything?" You repeated insistently, following as Jeongin moved away from you, walking over to another shelf. He glared at you, sighing.

"Did you-"

"Shut up!" He scowled, looking away from you to grab another book from the shelf.

A few seconds of prolonged silence passed as Jeongin turned to look at you, sighing when he saw your bottom lip quivering.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled.

"Y/n- no, it's okay. Next time, don't sneak up on me like that..." he sighed. "I've just got so much work on my plate. It's so frustrating...and I took that frustration out on you. Sorry."

You pressed your lips together, nodding and looking away. He sighed, moving a little closer, hand hovering over your shoulder before hesitantly coming down.

"I'll come over at 10, okay? We'll do this." He said, trying to feign enthusiasm. You shoved his hand off your shoulder, shaking your head.

"I know you're not as into this as I am. I just thought...as my best friend, you'd want to do something fun with me. But if you'd much rather spend the night with your nose buried in a textbook, I won't stop you."

Jeongin smiled, that wide smile of his that affected you in a way you couldn't quite describe.

"Summoning a demon in your college dorm at midnight isn't exactly what the average individual would call fun, Y/N."

"You've always known I'm not the average individual." You winked. "Right...I'm going to let you study now. See you tonight! Don't forget-"

"Candles, rose petals and wine. Got it."

You grinned, waving as you walked away, a slight bounce in your step. Jeongin watched as you left, fondly shaking his head as he turned back to the shelf.

***

As the doorbell rang, you jumped off your bed and rushed to the door, opening it with a wide smile. "Jeonginnieee!~ Did you bring snacks?"

He nodded, struggling with the amount of packages he was holding. "Yes, along with the things for the ritual- shit, can I have some help here?"

You giggled, grabbing the plastic bag and one of the packages from his hand. You stared at the wine bottle in his hand pointedly.

"One of my friends got this for me. Don't ask who. It's a super cheap brand and I think it's half drunk already but-"

"It'll do." You interrupted, smiling as you suddenly pulled him down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Jeongin's grip on the bottle tightened as his brain filled with sparks- the contact of your lips against his skin sending electricity shooting through his chest.

"You're the best best friend I could ask for. Thank you for getting everything."

Jeongin nodded nonchalantly, scratching his neck as he set the bottle and another package on the counter.

"Hey, the ritual needs to take place at midnight. We have like, 2 hours till then. Wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Why else do you think I brought snacks?" He laughed, opening the plastic bag and throwing a large packet of chips to you, that you caught with ease. Grabbing two cans of soda and a bag of candy, the two of you made your way to the couch.

"Let's watch a horror movie? To get us in the spirit?"

"Sure." Jeongin commented, ripping open the packet as he sat on the floor and leaned against the couch. You smiled, popping a CD into the DVD player and crawling back over to Jeongin, cuddling close to him.

Jeongin gulped as you wrapped your arms around him. Your proximity was making him sweat, and he discreetly wiped away a drop of perspiration from his forehead. Over the years, you'd think that he would get used to your touchiness...but he just never did.

Nearly an hour later, you fell asleep halfway through the movie. Jeongin sighed, patting your hair as you slept, watching the rest of the horrid movie by himself. When a particularly silly scene came on screen, he wished you were awake so he could criticize it with you. His eyes drifted to the clock, eyes widening as he realized the time.

He poked your shoulder insistently. "Fuck, Y/n, get up...the ritual needs to take place soon, and we haven't set everything up yet-"

You blinked slowly, looking at him in confusion. "Hmm? Oh-"

You pushed him away, jumping up to your feet. "Shit, let's get the things ready, quick-"

He sighed, standing up slowly as you ran to the packages on the counter, unwrapping everything. He watched as you jumped around in your hurry, chuckling to himself.

Man, she's really into this.

Jeongin thought about it for a few seconds, sighing as he decided to show a little more enthusiasm...after all, you were his best friend...you always listened so patiently whenever he talked about his interests.

He made up his mind. He'd put a little more effort into-

"What are you standing there for? Help!!"

He smiled at you, shaking his head, moving closer and helping you take out the things you needed.

***

Jeongin sat on your bed, watching as you tweaked some final touches here and there.

The silk had been laid out on the floor, all the lights were off. The room was illuminated in a warm, ochre glow, thanks to the numerous candles that had been lit and placed everywhere in the room.

You made sure the rose petals were scattered properly, pouring just a little more wine into the single glass in the middle of the pentagram you'd made with the red yarn you'd found on sale in the crafts shop.

Sitting up, you rubbed your forehead as you went over to the windowsill, relighting one of the candles that had snuffed out.

"15 minutes." Jeongin reminded as you nodded. "Okay...we're ready."

You sat down in front of the pentagram, breathing heavily in anticipation. Jeongin watched from his perch on your bed...He knew nothing out of the ordinary was going to happen tonight...unless a candle knocked over and set fire to the whole building. However, as he watched you bite your bottom lip in worry, he almost hoped you wouldn't be disappointed...that something out of the blue would happen.

Oh, if only he knew.

"So...say we do manage to summon a demon. Exactly how would this benefit us?"

"Good question." You pointed to the big book in front of you. You'd bought the huge tome from an occults shop down the block...it had been expensive, and you'd gone a few days without breakfast...but it was worth it.

You read out the paragraph to Jeongin, and he nodded, chewing on his lip as he listened. When you were done, he sighed, moving onto the floor next to you.

"So, basically...like a genie? The demon will give us 3 wishes?"

"Eh. Genies don't exist. Also...they're not exactly wishes, more like...favours? I think? He'll ask us to repay them at a later date."

Jeongin rolled his eyes. "And nothing sounds fishy about that? Nothing? I'm not sure I want to be indebted to a demon..."

"Eh, it'll be fine. We've got to start. Okay, everything's ready...now, it says that the person who conducts the ritual needs to mix in a drop of their blood with the wine, and then drink it."

Jeongin wrinkled his nose. "Eww. Y/n, come on..."

"What? It says it right here in on the book. It's just a tiny drop of blood, Jeongin. No big deal."

"Are you sure...?"

"Yep. Okay so after that, we just need to chant this phrase three times, blow out the innermost circle of candles and voila! Our very own demon, here to do our bidding."

"F-fine."

You smiled at him, glancing up at the clock on the wall and swearing under your breath. "Fuck, it's time...Okay, let's begin."

You scrambled around with one hand, finding the pocket knife and hovering it over your fingertip. Biting your lip, you slowly sliced your skin open, letting a tiny drop of blood fall into the wine glass below. Jeongin quickly got up, grabbing a box of band-aids from the bedside table and handing it to you. You glared at him for interrupting you, but sighed and let him wrap your finger up anyway.

Wrenching your hand away once he was done, you glanced at the clock once again before lifting the glass to your lips.

The wine flowed down your throat, the taste bitter and potent. You coughed once as you set it down, your eyes going over to the paragraph.

"Recipienti pignori obligo animam meam, et non sunt daemonium...et quod summoneret eum cum sanguine."

You repeated it thirteen times, and then glanced at the clock again. One more second...

12:00.

You blew out the candles quickly, the entire circle snuffed out before it became 12:01.

You sat back, panting as the plumes of smoke danced around in the air. A minute passed by, then two.

Nothing happened.

A small sigh left you. You turned to Jeongin. The boy gave you a sympathetic smile, pulling you into his side and patting your shoulder. "It's o-"

He was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. The two of you turned around so fast you almost got whiplash...but there was nothing. Just smoke.

Wait...a lot of smoke. You frowned slowly as the candles kept releasing more and more of it, until there was far too much. The curlicues of smoke twirled in the air, fogging your vision as it slowly started forming into a figure.

A figure with horns.

You quickly buried your face into Jeongin's chest, your heart beating fast. No way. No way it actually worked. This had to be a dream...right?

The way Jeongin shivered slightly beneath you proved otherwise. No. It all felt too real.

You looked up slowly, swallowing.

He was still there.

A man...he was clad in a suit, his tie loosened, sleeves rolled up and shirt unbuttoned all the way to his torso. His black hair was slicked back, exposing his forehead, and his nose was sharp...

Perhaps the most notable of it all were his eyes. They were almost catlike and shone with a crimson glow.

Oh...that and the horns. Huge, blood-red horns that jutted out from his head.

His gaze was filled with scrutiny as he coolly stood there with his hands in his pockets, raising an eyebrow at the two of you, cowering on the floor.

"Did the pretty one here summon me?" He asked after a few minutes of silence, a small smirk on his face as his eyes roved over the silk and rose petals on the floor.

You gulped, pulling away from Jeongin a little more, but the boy didn't relax his grip on you. "Y-yes."

He nodded. "Thought so. I was actually extremely busy...but I could sense you were a cute one. I don't mind bending the rules a little for mortals like you." You noticed how he was only looking at you, completely ignoring Jeongin.

He looked around, going over to the armchair next to your bed and reclining on it, his stance reminiscent of a king's as he placed his chin on his hand, looking down at the two of you.

"Hmm, go on with it then. Why are you still fully clothed?" He asked, hand coming down over the straining bulge in his pants.

Jeongin frowned, looking over at you in confusion that mirrored yours. What the fuck?

"I'm s-sorry? I thought...it doesn't mention that I have to be naked in the book here-"

He rolled his eyes, still palming himself. "Whatever. If you prefer being clothed, that's fine. Let's just get this over with, okay doll? Come here."

"I'm c-confused-"

He tilted his head. "Why? You want your wishes granted, right?"

"Yeah-"

"Exactly. There are certain things I require as payment for those, you know." He meaningfully looked down at his bulge, and then back up at you again.

Your eyes slowly widened in outrage. "Wait...what the fuck??" Jeongin's mouth slowly opened in disbelief as you shook your head vehemently. "No. Nope. No way. I'm not going to let a demon fuck m-'

He shook his head, chuckling. "Darling, how else would an incubus such as myself grant your wish?"

"Pardon!?"

"We draw our powers from sexual energy-"

"I never-" You looked back at the book, scanning the paragraph over and over again. "I- it says nothing here about incubuses-"

"Incubi. And of course it doesn't. It's common knowledge that all wish-granting demons are incubi."

Jeongin shook his head, deciding he'd heard enough. He worked up his courage, trying to pretend like he wasn't intimidated by the actual demon that was in his best friend's bedroom.

"Look here, Sir- you can't just have sex with her. We must have missed the part where it said you were an...an incubus. Just go back where you came from."

The demon frowned slowly, his eyes finally landing on Jeongin. There was a questioning look in his eyes.

"Oh. I hadn't noticed the boy here." He sniffed the air, shaking his head. "His blood isn't involved in the ritual...must be why I couldn't see him properly till now." He mused, almost to himself as you looked at Jeongin, the two of you sharing a look filled with fear and bafflement.

"It doesn't work that way, unfortunately, boy. I came here...and sadly, I cannot leave Earth until my purpose is satisfied and 3 boons are granted."

You shivered, wondering what the hell you had gotten into. The demon noticed your discomfort and sighed, inspecting his fingernails.

"Look. I don't care if you have sex with me or not, although it wouldn't hurt to have my way with a pretty little kitten like you. All I need is sexual energy, so just fuck your friend here. I don't care."

It took a minute for the two of you to process what he had just said. He felt embarrassment fill him from head to toe as he buried his head in his hands, unable to look you in the eye.

However...you were starting to feel something quite different. The air was heavy and thick with a scent that was melting your inhibitions away, one by one. You felt arousal grow in your core, amplifying to the point where you let out a soft whimper, unable to control yourself anymore.

You looked up slowly, gulping as you noticed the demon's eyes on you. He was smirking, a malicious one that was trained on you. His aura was driving itself into your brain, making you weaker and weaker in his presence.

"What...what are you doing to m-me?" You choked out, trailing off into a moan as you felt another sharp burst of pleasure.

"Hm? I'm not doing anything, little kitty. I'm just here, existing."

You felt your brain grow mushy as your neediness grew.

He was an incubus, and you were chained to him with a blood link, thanks to the ritual. His pure sexual energy was merely too much for your human brain, and as the seconds passed by, you were closer to giving up.

Jeongin watched with horror in his eyes as you closed your eyes tightly, trying not to breathe in the contaminated air. However, as you felt another ribbon of ecstatic pleasure shoot through you, you finally snapped.

Whimpering like a bitch in heat, you crawled across the floor as the demon spread his thighs to accommodate you. He smirked at your needy form that looked up at him with wide, blown-out eyes, on your knees.

"Good girl." He ruffled your hair, chuckling as you ate up the praise, scrambling to unzip his pants. You managed to take his cock out finally, after a few minutes of fumbling.

He was big. Too big. His cock was redder than a human's, and almost angry looking.

Mouth-watering.

"What are you waiting for? Cat got your tongue?" He cooed, grabbing a handful of your hair as he held his cock with his other hand.

You moaned, opening your mouth and staring up at him. He groaned, the innocence on your face entrancing him as he shoved you onto his length, your tiny mouth engulfed with his huge cock.

Spluttering, you felt tears spring to your eyes as he slid impossibly far down your throat. He groaned and threw his head back. The sight of you with your mouth stuffed full, your throat bulging with his cock...it was threatening to drive him insane.

Meanwhile, Jeongin could hardly believe what he was witnessing. He was frozen in place, unable to move even an inch as the shock filled every inch of his brain. The demon looked up at him, his grip on your hair relentless as he slowly started fucking your throat, so deep you could barely breathe.

"Like what you see, boy? Your girl's little throat mercilessly fucked by a demon? Tsk. How spineless."

Jeongin felt the slightest bit of anger rush into him. Somehow, the demon's presence was amplifying his feelings, making him even angrier as he continued using your throat as a fucktoy.

"S-stop."

"Hm? Why should I?" He paused, pulling you off his cock roughly, your mouth dripping with saliva and pre-cum. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, Sir. Please, please use me!" You begged, eagerly moving forward to take him into your mouth again.

The demon looked back up at Jeongin, evil grin reappearing.

Jeongin clenched his fists, hating how weak he felt. The sight of you on your knees, sucking off this, this impossibly hot demonic man, was putting a bad taste in his mouth.

"Sir, just...you have to, stop-"

The demon wrinkled his lips, shaking his head. "My name is Minho, boy. I don't own you, so I don't expect you to treat me with respect...although you will, if you know what's good for you." He tutted, looking down at you again and holding you down on him harshly, your nose pressed to his skin.

"This kitten here does, though. The little ritual she did binds her to me for life."

"You can't- you can't just do that. You can't just take ownership of someone against their will-"

"It's not against her will. She's the one who carried out the ritual, may I remind you. I'm not forcing her to do anything." He lifted a finger in the air lazily, and somehow you found your body changing position, hands slipping off his lap and settling on the floor. Now you were on all fours, lips still wrapped around him as he bucked his hips up.

"The air stinks of jealousy. May I remind you that Envy is one of the deadly sins, little boy?"

Jeongin didn't know what to say any more. He felt utterly helpless, out of place. His feelings were all muddled, and he didn't feel like himself. Sweat was gathering on his brow as Minho eased his grip on your hair, slowing down a little and letting you control the pace. He lifted his finger again, waving it in a tight circle...The energy in the room shifted even more as your skirt slowly lifted up, exposing your ass to Jeongin's eyes.

It was becoming harder to hide the straining bulge in his pants.

You whined softly as Minho pulled out of you, fingers holding your chin as he observed your wrecked face carefully. "What a good kitten. Now, I think this little boyfriend of yours is enjoying the show too much." Minho looked up, his gaze directed at Jeongin's bulge.

"Wouldn't it be mean to make him watch and leave him out of this, kitty?" He asked, mock sympathy on his face as he waved his finger again, making your panties and shirt disappear in less than a millisecond.

You let out a soft yelp, feeling slightly humiliated. It turned you on more, as you realized you were now completely naked except for your skirt and socks. "Yeah, Sir, whatever you say." You let out a sigh and rested your chin on his thigh. "Want Jeonginnie to join too~" you mumbled.

Jeongin gulped, hating the way even more blood rushed south at the sight of you half-naked and on all fours. Now, he had a clear view of your glistening pussy as well as your puckered rim. He licked his lips subtly, all his emotions conflicted as he found himself moving closer.

"Y/n...you really want this?" He asked softly, stopping a few centimetres away.

You turned around to look at him. "Yeah...please..." You pouted. The expression on your face was so needy that Jeongin couldn't help but cave. Besides, now that he was closer to Minho, the aura he was emitting was starting to affect him as well. And that meant he could feel his arousal grow at a fast rate, his cock painfully caged in his pants.

Minho leaned down a little to pick you off the floor. His suit jacket and shirt disappeared, leaving him shirtless as he settled you on his lap, facing Jeongin as he spread your legs.

Hands on your waist, Minho nosed at the back of your neck as he lined your entrance up with his tip. Your eyes were focused on Jeongin, senses clogged with ardor as Minho slowly lowered you onto his cock. The wetness gushing out of you made it a little easier for him to slip in, however his size was still stretching you out to the point where it was borderline painful.

You felt the tears flow down your face freely, as Minho finally managed to push the last few inches in, his entire girth sheathed in you. He was as thick as he was long, and your pussy accommodated him desperately, aching.

He grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Too fuck- fucking tight, princess-" He groaned, starting to fuck you on his cock slowly, his strokes roughly trying to open up your pussy.

Jeongin couldn't remember exactly when he'd taken his cock out...but his hands were wrapped around it, stroking slowly as his hooded eyes watched you bounce on the demon's cock. Minho used one hand to gather your skirt up, exposing the spot where you two were connected to Jeongin.

Jealousy, arousal, fear, shock and anger...it all melted together in his brain as he let his dark side take over, slowly. He knew it was because he was in close quarters with an incubus- the raw sexual energy was too much for his human brain to process healthily...it still felt so wrong.

"You want to fuck her, don't you? What are you standing there for, then?" Minho groaned, as he continued plunging his cock into you.

You whined loudly as Minho's tip hit your sweet spot roughly. "Jeongin- want jeong-" You tripped over your words as Minho fucked you dumb.

"P-please, Jeonginnieeee~ Want you in me!" You begged, one arm reaching behind you to wrap around Minho's neck as his hands came up to cup your boobs.

Minho looked up from kissing your neck, red eyes trained on the boy. "You heard her."

He sure did. As the last shred of apprehension faded away, Jeongin couldn't bring himself to care any more. In a few long strides, he was right in front of you.

He let go of you, as Jeongin pulled you downward, so that your face was level with his cock. Minho's grip on your hips was tight, making sure you didn't fall as you tried to steady yourself by placing your hands on Jeongin's thighs.

His thumb swiped across your bottom lip as he stared at you with hungry eyes, before he slipped it in. You started sucking on it eagerly, making the boy above you chuckle.

He pulled his thumb out, prompting a whine from you- but quickly, it was replaced with the head of his cock as he pressed it against your parted lips, taking him in.

Jeongin's cock, despite being much smaller than Minho's, was above average for a human, and it still filled up your mouth deliciously. You felt him dive deep into your throat as he tangled both of his hands in your hair, using that as leverage to fuck into your mouth harder.

"Good boy..."

"Don't call me that." Jeongin spat, his anger building up. He took out his frustration on you, fucking your mouth harsher than Minho had. The combination of two cocks in you turned you on more than ever, and soon enough, you came as you blubbered incoherencies, clenching tightly around Minho.

A few thrusts later, Jeongin felt his high approach. Not wanting to cum yet, he pulled out quickly. You looked up at him, looking so fucked out, absolutely heavenly. How ironic.

He needed you. He'd never felt any emotion this intense before. Gritting his teeth, Jeongin pulled you off Minho, throwing you onto the bed with a grunt. You stared up at him in shock, looking to the right at Minho.

The demon let out a low chuckle, settling himself comfortably in his chair as he propped his chin up with one hand, the other jerking himself off.

Jeongin couldn't look at you. He avoided eye contact, knowing he'd go completely insane if he looked at you.

Roughly spreading your thighs, he leaned down to take your clit between his teeth. You let out a moan, throwing your head back as he shoved his tongue between your folds, groaning at the taste. He kissed and sucked all over your pussy, heart beating a little too fast. His fingers came up to rub at your clit as he shallowly fucked his tongue into your entrance.

Minho slowly stood up, tired of standing to the side. Gently, he shoved Jeongin to the side. The latter growled in frustration, but stopped as Minho lay down on the bed. You quickly understood, his power influencing you to comprehend what he wanted you to do.

You climbed onto Minho backwards, his cock in front of your face. You kissed up his length immediately, lips wrapping around his tip as you felt him grab your ass, pulling you so your pussy made contact with his tongue.

He pulled away for a second. "Go ahead and fuck her ass, it's a lot tighter than her pussy." He said, knowing how roughly he'd fucked you just a while ago.

Jeongin couldn't care less. He just wanted to be in you, as quick as possible. As he led his cock to your ass, he gulped. This was not how he'd expected the night to go.

He spat on your winking pucker, pushing in shortly after. You were so consumed with passion that it barely hurt, even when he started thrusting roughly. The pleasure set you ablaze, the combination of Minho's lips wrapped around your clit and Jeongin's dick deep inside your ass tantalizingly unreal. You couldn't think straight.

Minho put his hands under you, spreading your ass cheeks, making Jeongin groan. You felt his tongue making its way into your pussy, making you moan around his cock.

The room was filled with sounds of skin slapping skin, as well as the groans of the two men fucking you.

Jeongin had imagined having sex with you before. This was definitely not how he'd ever expected it to go. He'd thought of asking you out, taking you on dates, kissing your face and lips softly...yet here he was now, fucking your ass demonically.

You purred as you felt his cock twitch inside you, starting to suck on Minho's cock harder. He tasted so different, almost addicting. You were driven with an intense need to taste his cum, kitten-licking his slit to try and get him to orgasm.

You whined as Minho used his grip on your ass to drag your pussy over his mouth. The sound was so beautiful, driving Jeongin closer to his high. Before he knew it, he was fucking into you faster than before, intent on filling you up. In seconds, he came with a grunt, filling you up perfectly with his seed.

As he came down from his high, he regained some of his sensibility. He felt self-loathing fill him, hating what he'd just done.

Jeongin watched as Minho ate you out roughly, his grip so tight on your ass that it was sure to leave future bruises.

As the demon sucked on your clit, you felt yourself shake, whimpering around his length as another orgasm washed over you, clenching around Jeongin's cock that was still inside you. The overstimulation made him bite his lip and pull out, watching as a drop of his cum leaked out of you. Using his finger, he gathered it up and pushed it back into your hole gently.

Your continuous moans were sending vibrations down Minho's length, and soon he was fucking up into your mouth, chasing his high. He came after a particularly rough thrust, filling up your mouth with so much cum that it leaked out of the corners of your mouth.

Jeongin sat back as Minho pushed you off of him slowly, propping you up on the bed. Weakly, you closed your eyes, collapsing against the pillow. All the strength had been zapped out of you, and you fell asleep quickly.

Minho noticed Jeongin's worried expression, chuckling. "She just got fucked by a demon and her best friend. She'll be okay after some rest." He said, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

"I...don't like this. She's never going to look at me the same way ever again. I've failed her as a best friend-"

"Woah, stop right there. She wanted it. She was practically begging for you."

"Well our friendship's never going to be the same after this, and I blame you." He said, glaring at the demon, who put up his hands in defense.

"Look. You two summoned me, I came, I did my job."

Minho lazily leaned back next to you, as you slumped, resting your head in his lap as you snored. He chuckled, and stroked your hair as if you were a cat.

"I could get used to living here."

"What?!"

"Once I'm on Earth, I can't leave until I've satisfied my client's wishes. And I can tell the two of you are going to be...hard to satisfy. I'm going to be here for a while." He smirked.

Jeongin tried not to let the jealousy show on his face. He hated the idea.

"You're in love with her...aren't you?"

Jeongin's eyes widened as he stared up at the demon whose eyes had softened.

"I see the way you look at her. How protective you were of her." He sighed. "I'm a sex demon...love isn't my specialty. But...I know a few things about passion. You can't give up."

"That's easy for you to say." Jeongin groaned. Here he was, taking advice from a hellsent demon. What had his life come to?

"Anyway, I'll be spending a lot of time around here, so you'd better get used to this, boy."

"Jeongin." He looked up. "That's my name."

Minho grinned. "I'll keep that in mind."

He sighed, looking at you as you exhaled in your sleep, heart clenching with fondness. He couldn't believe the situation you'd gotten the both of them into...but somewhere deep down inside, he didn't regret anything that had happened.

Sometimes, being the responsible, mature one in your friendship was a challenging job..but he wouldn't trade it for the world.

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