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The Devil Wears Valentino | MYG

Title: The Devil Wears Valentino

Pairing: Devil!Min Yoongi x (F)!Reader

Rating//Genre: (M) | One Shot, Spooky AU, Supernatural Creatures AU, Not Quite Friends to Lovers, Age Gap, Technically Slice of Life, Angst, Smut and Fluff

Summary: Having known him for years—from a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on his—you’re one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one he’s half-way decent with. But what’s more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact he’s always joked he’d have killed anyone else by this point, is that he’s never once tried to cause you harm.

Actually, he’s almost…protective of you. In his own weird way.

And obnoxiously flirty.

Warnings: language, violence, tae is a menance, drinking and alcohol, Min Yoongi as the Devil -> Lucifer Morningstar? we dont know him, mentions of murder, mentions of torture, mentions of rape -> Sal's an ass and he deserved what he got, somewhat graphic gore/horror (yoon tries her best but she's not very good at spooky), slight POV switches, one (1) mention of reader having hair, fluffy in parts,

Explicit warnings under the cut.

Word Count: 10,488

Release Date: October 31, 2023, 12:00PM

A/N 1: Ahhhh! Welcome to my very first halloween special!!! I wanted to do something for my favourite holiday this year, and I've had this title written down without a plot for maybe just over a year? So I'm really excited to finally use it!!

A/N 1.5: Thank you to my absolute darling @katykatmeow for beta'ing this for me so late in the night. I adore you so much

A/N 2: The whiskey glass and whiskey are hand drawn vectors because I'm a glutton for punishment. Why do I keep doing this to myself.

Explicit Warnings: ahaha uhhh, unprotected sex (dont be stupid) kissing, breast play, fingering, oral (f rec), groping, pet names (sickening amount), dirty talk, praise, slight degredation, hair pulling (m rec), spitting, handjob, body worship, cowgirl, from the back, missionary, a lil bit of crying, spanking, size kink, voice kink, hand kink (look, he's a lot okay, don't blame reader), sl*t/wh*re mentions, multiple orgasms, creampie, I think thats it? Yoon went a little bananas with this one.....

Slow jazz floats through the air of the club, wading around the modestly-sized venue. You’d say it was almost cozy, but with the expensive feel of the place, cozy just didn’t seem like the right word.

Intimate. That would be a better choice.

From behind the bar where you stand, to the velvet couches in the back covered by decently dressed lesser demons, piano plays alongside gentle drums. Dark navy cushions soak in their conversation of effective torture methods, discussed like stock market trends, they dissect the best way to decapitate someone so you can instill the most pain and suffering.

The answer is always with a dull knife and from the back, blindly. Never knowing when the next cut will be is half the agony.

You try not to pay attention to that though, because the only thing you need to know is that they drink Vodka Tonics and lesser demon number four’s glass is looking to be on the emptier side.

He’ll be back for another soon.

While you wait for his arrival, the rhythmic notes continue on, gliding along shiny, black floor tiles. They pass the burgundy leather booths that face the stage, full of vampires trying to relive long lost youth in the old melodies played. They turn to stone just a little bit more with every passing minute they’re forced to live, keeping no company besides the pleasant burn down their throats and ever present melancholy.

Banshees listen in from the mezzanine, only ever soft spoken when they’re here. Covered by velvet draped ceilings that dampen sounds to the outside world, the women of three distinct ages sit at tall tables. The young in heels and short dresses, proudly showing off their youth, while the elders choose more elegant wares, content as they can be in their skin, considering their blood soaked pasts.

Banshees tend to discuss privately amongst themselves, ordering walk up service so as to never mingle with the men on the floor. You can’t blame them, especially knowing how they all got here in the first place, but they’re polite when they enter, greeting you kindly despite what you are to them. The trays you bring up for them never waver from their drink of choice, The Irish Sour.

And then there are the Djinn, who come in mostly just to pass the time. Sitting by themselves at the bar, or in no more than groups of two at a far table, they never interact with anyone other than the bartender or themselves. Djinn are increasingly solitary creatures of the night, with the fear of their kind lessening in mortals, you’re starting to see less and less of them as the days pass, and you’re almost sad to see them go.

Djinn are your favourites. They come in, order, keep to themselves, and then leave. It’s a nice change from the usual light conversation you’re forced to keep with patrons. Plus their orders are always easiest, as they only drink virgin. It’s a bit of a blow to the bar aspect of the establishment, but they come for the atmosphere, grateful to have a place they can exist with like minded folk—even if they don’t interact. There’s a comfort in familiarity, you guess.

Occasionally some other creatures of the night mix into the masses; fae, chimera, leprechauns, goblins, et cetera. All dressed in their nicest clothes to accommodate your work's dress code, all here for peace from their day jobs, to drown their sorrows, or somewhere in between.

Some come for an hour, others come for the night, but it’s mostly just your regulars who tend to remain, as do their drink orders. It’s a relatively easy job, and you don’t mind the company.

Most of the time.

You’ve just finished serving the lesser demon from earlier when your coworker bugs you for the hundredth time tonight.

“I don’t get why you're so hellbent on this, Y/N. If you’re closing, he’s coming. Because he always comes when you're closing. It’s simple math.”

“No he doesn't,” you dismiss Taehyung, a cocky but rather beautiful incubi, annoyedly. Taehyung is the type that knows he’s pretty and uses it to his every advantage, including being able to say whatever he wants and get away with it. And it would piss you off except it works on you too.

Fucking incubi demons…

You were one of only two mortal bartenders, the other being Lia, a cute blond who only works here for the tips. The boss likes to keep a couple humans on staff in case any wanderers stupid enough to come inside a den of nocturnal, evil creatures didn’t catch the vibe and immediately fuck off.

You’d be surprised at how shitty some people's self preservation instincts are.

You asked your boss once—a very large, very well built, very well connected vampire—why he bothered having a layer of protection for them. His only response was: “Business is business.”

Plus he knows he can’t have a trail of bodies that lead directly to his club's front steps, so he keeps a couple of mortals around just in case. This way, with you two here, there was always someone who knew all the drinks the humans could have, and someone to keep all the greedy eyes around the venue in check, as you have banning and kicking out privileges.

Because where you saw Kin, your regulars saw food, a hunt, or a job. They saw something to be taken advantage of or killed. They saw poor, weak, pathetic little mortals that should’ve been eradicated centuries ago had their ancestors been smarter.

They are the superior beings in their eyes, your race is just a bug to be squashed under their proverbial boot.

It makes you worry what they think of you. Is the only thing that stops them from devouring you whole the fact that you make their drinks just the way they like it, that you have a use in serving them? Or do they respect you enough now that you understand how to act around them and know what they’re like? What they are.

You worry, but you’ll never know the truth because you aren’t stupid enough to ask and show weakness. They can smell that shit from a mile away, and all it does is paint a 30 foot wide target on your back.

“Yes he does. I bet you tonight's tips he’ll be here in the next two hours,” Taehyung presses.

And ooohh, a night’s worth of tips, bragging rights, and winning a bet against Tae all sound way too good damn to pass up.

“You’re delusional,” you say, holding out a hand. Tae grabs and shakes, as you agree to his terms. “And you’re on, don’t come crying when you lose.”

There’s no way he’ll show up. It’s Friday night, the night of sin, he’s going to be up to his eyeballs with work…stuff.

“Easiest money I’ve ever made,” Taehyung grins, and with the confidence in which he does, you begin to second guess your own.

It’s not that you did or didn’t want him to show up, it’s just that your relationship with him is…complicated at best. You never really knew how to navigate a conversation with him outside of surface level banter and jokes, but it’s always been like that with you two.

Having known him for years—from a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on his—you’re one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one he’s half-way decent with. But what’s more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact he’s always joked he’d have killed anyone else by this point, is that he’s never once tried to cause you harm.

Actually, he’s almost…protective of you. In his own weird way.

And obnoxiously flirty.

But you could never. Not with who and what you are, and who and what he is.

Regardless of how you fight the heat down in your cheeks every time you see him, and how your heart flutters against your will in multiple places in your body at even the thought of being near him.

Regardless of the fact that you shut him down every time he suggests anything more than an over the bar conversation, and the way your panties seem to always dampen in his presenc–fuck.

It’s happening again. Stop thinking about it, stop, stop st–wait. You turn, seeing the violet ichor in Tae’s eyes and you know the bitch is using his power on you. You flip the asshole off and he chuckles.

He’s been trying to get you to change your mind ever since the first time he saw you deny yourself.

“You know I can tell when you’re hot and bothered right? Incubus, remember? It’s literally part of who I am.”

To which you think again, fucking incubi…

Your most infamous regular is, to quote your favourite tv show, ‘the bane of your existence and the object of all your desires,’ and you will never, ever entertain his annoying, disgustingly hot ass more than you already do. Not after everything you went through the first—and last—time with a creature of the night.

You learned your lesson.

So instead, you try to think of him more like an old friend. The kind that’s actually really old already, but looks amazing for his age. The kind that makes shivers run up your spine when he talks to you in the deepest, most gravel turning voice you’ve ever heard, that you also ignore out of pure self preservation. He’s the kind that you shove out of your thoughts at night when your alone and in desperate need of relie—Fucking Taehyung!

You whip your head around to search for the violet eyed incubus, only to see him across the bar helping some stocky vampire. And you’re about a hair's breadth away from ripping him a new one in front of said vampire when the idle hum of chatter in the bar ceases and the band’s calming music falters into missed notes and a cymbal crash that's too hard; awkward, painful silence remaining.

From behind you, you can hear the front door close, followed by light footsteps that grow louder and louder. Only once the seat directly behind you creaks with the sound of being occupied, does the chatter and music resume.

Which can only mean one fucking thing.

You just lost all your tips for the night.

Tae’s shit eating grin as he looks over your shoulder confirms it.

Fuck.

“Excuse me,” the bottom of the ocean floor speaks and you make a conscious effort not to react.

“Ardbeg Single Malt, neat?” You throw over your shoulder, not bothering to look just yet.

You know precisely where he sits. And he knows you know.

“Sounds perfect,” he responds, and you focus on ‘looking for the bottle.’

You know exactly where it is.

No one else will touch it.

Taehyung busies himself with bringing an order of Bloody Mary’s down to a booth on the floor, knowing he’ll be burned alive if he so much as looks at a whiskey glass.

No one serves him but you.

But more importantly, nobody disrespects you in front of him. A lesson your ex–see: dead–coworker, Sal, learned the hard way. His burn mark is still seared onto the floor behind you.

You’d almost felt bad that day, but he was a lust demon who touched you without your permission, hit on you every five minutes, and when you said no, treated you like shit.

You’d been close to dousing him with vodka and lighting him up yourself, but the man tapping his fingers on the bar behind you beat you to it 15 seconds after sitting down one night last year.

After shoving Sal off you for the fourth time that night, he was pissed. Whispering obscenities to himself loud enough so you would hear,

“Fucking stupid mortal bitch, maybe next time I’ll just drag you into an alley do whatever the fuck I want. Nobody here’s going to stop me. And maybe then you’ll learn to shut up with this dick in your cunt and my fingers down your throat, huh? Leave you to rot with the garbage where you belong after you’re all used up.”

He didn’t take another breath.

A single burst of blistering flame had Sal reduced to ashes in seconds. You’d felt the heat from it, but your skin remained burn free, safe from its dangerous blaze. The lust demon from then on only existed as a smudge on the ground to be walked over.

“Thanks,” You’d said.

“It’s where he belongs,” he responded.

Grateful for his kindness, you entertained him more than usual that night. Engaged in an actual conversation, about your birthday of all things. You had no idea why he wanted to know, but you considered the information his reward for helping you, and he seemed pleased with it.

But he was more than pleased.

After years, you’d revealed something to him. Something personal.

He took it as a sign that he might be able to get you to change your mind one day, if he did everything just right. Having played the long game before, this was no different. The only thing different this time, was you.

Maybe it was the way you walked with such confidence, or the way you never cowered in fear around him. Not the day you met nor any day after. Or maybe you were sent by his father just to mess with his head. He didn’t care. All he knew was what he wanted, and that he was more than willing to wait as long as was needed to get it.

A nursery rhyme from your childhood plays in your head every time you see him. It never wavers, just like the eyes you can feel on the back of your neck, watching your experienced hands make his drink.

Quietly, you recite it to yourself while you grab the bottle;

‘One for sorrow,

Two for joy,

Three for a girl,

Four for a boy,

Five for silver,

Six for gold,

Seven for a secret never to be told.’

You pour, steady hand making it last as long as you possibly can to gain a few more seconds to compose yourself.

‘Eight for a wish,

Nine for a kiss,

Ten a surprise you should be careful not to miss,

Eleven for health,

Twelve for wealth,’

You put the bottle down and cork it before returning it to its place on the shelf. Taking a deep breath, you turn to finally face him, and change the wording of the last line to fit your situation better.

“One Ardbeg Single Malt neat, for the Devil himself.”

He snickers, “I always liked that nursery rhyme. It’s cute. Like you, Angel.”

You roll your eyes. To anyone else that would sound like a compliment. But coming from the Devil it’s more of an insult. One you know is meant in a playful way after all these years, crass in his humour, just like you. And you know he can take a little heat back.

“Wow, that’s a classic,” you grab a glass to polish, keeping your hands busy so they don’t do something stupid while you’re distracted. “Got one of those for you too, ‘Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?’”

He chokes on a laugh before straightening on the barstool and putting on a face. “I don’t think that joke’s appropriate.”

“Oh come on Yoongi, you come at me with ‘It’s cute, like you, Angel’ and I can’t poke back?” You ask, knowing full well his uncomfortable look is all an act. “I thought you didn’t have any feelings besides rage, lust and currently; insufferable flirting.”

You know the entire club listens in to your conversation.

No one calls the Devil by his first name.

Nobody speaks to the Devil unless spoken to.

And no one makes jokes at the Devil’s expense and lives.

No one except you.

What a funny little exception you are.

Yoongi drops the act, a sly smirk that sends bubbles to your brain, replacing it. “So you admit my flirting isn’t always bad. Must be doing something right then.”

You force yourself not to slam a palm into your forehead. Of course that’s what he got out of your sentence.

You aren’t going to make his ego any bigger than it already is.

“It isn’t working,”—fuck, yes it is—“if that’s what you’re asking. Can’t say I’m surprised though, I hear you’ve been out of the game for a couple millenia,” he quirks a brow at that.

Ooo, that means you’re nearing thin ice, haven't been there in a while…Let’s see if you can slide around a bit more without falling in.

“I mean, I’m sure you’ll get there eventually. If you stay consistent at your current rate of progress you could hit me up in,” you suck air in through your teeth and look at the ceiling, before checking a watch you don’t wear, pretending to think, “a thousand years?” You tease, a lilt in your tone. Because if Yoongi was going to make your shift this fucking difficult just by breathing near you, then you sure as Hell can do the same for his night.

He chuckles like the coals of a fire and you cross your legs behind the bar. Motherfucker…

“Someones got a mouth on them tonight,” he says, looking directly into your eyes as he takes his first sip, savouring the taste before swallowing. His tongue dips to his bottom lip for any remnants and you gulp, vision dropping for a millisecond—oh for the love of—and you finally notice what he’s wearing.

Much to your dismay and dwindling willpower, he looks fucking good. With only a white scarf to accent, the all black Valentino suit fits in perfectly with the bar’s dress code, as well as the long slicked back hair he’s only recently started to grow out. Just seeing it like this makes you want to run your hands through and mess it up.

You’ve always had a thing for men with long hair, ever since you were young.

Jack Sparrow, Madmartigan, even The Winter Soldier. And come to think of it, none of them were exactly the good guys in their respective universes either…

Nope! No. You can’t. You can’t.

You can’t for so many reasons, so many good and bad and everything in between reasons. You’re nothing more than a flimsy human while he’s the Great Immortal Evil. The person people whisper the name of for fear of incurring his wrath.

The King of Hell.

He’s the person that walks into a room and everyone balks under his gaze, terrified of what he may do. He’s killed millions with no mercy. Doesn’t so much as think twice to horrifically burn someone where they stand to ash in hellfire for breathing the wrong way near him. He lavishes in the screams of sinners, punished in their own blood and bones, beaten into a shell of who they were in the nine circles of Hell. Left gaping, broken and sobbing in agony for their suffering to end.

Yoongi is walking nightmares and visceral terror. He is merciless violence and brutality abandon.

Yoongi is living, breathing, unyielding death wrapped up in deceivingly beautiful packaging.

He is the epitome of someone you should not like, should not go near, and definitely should not want in the way the thrumming in your bones is telling you, you want him.

You have to stay away from him.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t flirt back a little.

As salaciously as you can muster, you whisper low, “But it’s nothing you can’t handle,” and you swear you see a hint of surprise in Yoongi’s eyes, followed by something so much deeper that you have to look away under the guise of checking for any newcomers.

It’s a dangerous game you’re playing. One you need to move the pieces of very, very carefully.

There’s a handful of people waiting to be served, but none disturb Yoongi’s service. So you’re forced and relieved to cut the interaction short. For both the waiting patrons, and your sanity.

“Enjoy the whiskey, Yoongi.”

Yoongi doesn’t bother you for the rest of the night, instead he watches you help the other patrons and make drinks. No one dares sit within three seats of him on either side, so the booths and tables fill more than the bar does, forcing you to do more tray work than you like. And you think you can feel those eyes on the back of your neck travel elsewhere.

Soon after he takes his last sip, Yoongi leaves far too much cash on the table to cover a single drink, and you know Tae won’t include it in tonight's bet. He rather enjoys being alive.

The first time he did this you tried to give it back, insisting it was too much. But one threat to Tae’s life had you accepting the outrageous amount he left you every time. Despite how much he gets on your nerves, you rather enjoy Taehyung's company on your shifts. And you didn’t want to risk having a new coworker like Sal again.

Thank you, Yoongi. You silently think to yourself every time he does. His tips are one of the only reasons you’re able to take care of yourself so well.

You live in an apartment you should not be able to afford on a bartender's wage. Eat well, buy all the brand name products for the skin care routine you could only dream of having as a teenager, and you’re able to get yourself a little treat every once in a while.

All thanks to the one man the world claimed was the purest entity of evil there was.

And maybe he is.

But not to you.

The rest of your night, and closing go smoothly. The journey home passes by in a flash and soon you’re flopping into your bed, asleep before you hit the pillow.

You dream of Yoongi and Hellfire and things only your subconscious will let you. The thoughts that you force away every time you see him.

The burn of his hands on your skin and his lips on your neck. The warmth that spreads over your entire body at the mere mention of your name from his lips. His tongue in places you wouldn’t dare allow him to even think about in the waking world.

And you wake from an orgasm he wasn't in the waking world to give you.

It’s the last Saturday in October, which means it’s also your birthday.

You found it rather funny that the one person the Devil could stand to conversate with was born on his night. Maybe that’s coincidence or maybe that’s fate, either way you didn’t care, because you had it booked off work and you were going to a bar and dancing with your friends, dressed up in the sluttiest costumes you could find.

Your recent visit with your birthday's namesake inspired your costume this year. Wearing the shortest, blood red leather dress you could find, the slits up the sides ran almost to your hips, and a corseted waist that made you feel sexy and fierce. You’d paired it with some velvet horns, a tail, pitchfork, crimson lace stockings and your most recent edition; red bottomed strappy stilettos.

They’d been your birthday present to yourself, courtesy of Yoongi’s most recent tip. And needless to say, you felt hot as shit. No one could tear you down tonight.

All your friends met at your house before ridesharing down to a club. It’s loud, hazy, and filled with other Devil’s Night party goers as you arrive, smoke lingering in the air and you can feel the wave of dancing coming from further inside.

Someone buys you your first round within a minute of being let in, lemon drop filling your taste buds as you knock back the shot. Another is ordered immediately after the first, it runs smoother and tastes like chocolate as you make your way to the dance floor.

Aside from you, your friends are dressed up as a wild mix of characters. Rey is dressed as Daphne from Scooby Doo, Yaejin is Nezuko from Demon Slayer, Bryce is a gender bent Legolas from Lord of the Rings, Declan is Donatello from the Ninja Turtles, Cam is a ghost, and Trin is a character from a book you’ve never read. Something about dragons and magic and vermin—or was it venin? Whatever. But they were in all black and had used silver hair spray on the tips of their hair.

You let the alcohol make its way through your veins as you dance, loosening up. The DJ mixes songs together in a way that never has the crowd thinning out and you laugh as you move with your friends, swaying and rocking and grinding.��

You needed this.

A night out just to let go, have fun, forget everything and hopefully get lucky by the end of it. It’s been a while since you’ve taken anyone to bed, and birthday sex sounds amazing the more the lemon drop, and what you finally learned was a tootsie roll shot, settle into your system.

You aren’t drunk by any means, but you are buzzed and having a blast. An orgasm sounds like the only thing that could possibly make this night any better. So you make your way around the dance floor, keeping one eye open for any potentials, but mostly just dancing with Rey and Cam. The others either grabbing another drink back at the bar or resting their legs in a booth.

“Babe,” Rey says, hands around your neck with Cam behind you, hands on your hips. You all sway to the beat of the admittedly sensual song playing.

“Yeah?” You ask, opening your eyes to meet hers and she leans in closer.

You can hear the smile on her lips, “Major tall, dark and handsome at 9 o'clock has been eyeing you for at least a half hour. I say you ditch me and Cam and go enthrall the man with your company for a little while. We’ll be fine on our own.”

Heating at her words you’re excited to see who’s gone and done half your job for you tonight when your eyes stop dead on target.

In a private booth in the VIP section, blending in far too well with the mortals around him, he wears a button down black satin top and dress pants. Thick silver links adorn his neck, complimenting the hoops in his lobes as well as the mouth watering rings on his fingers and you’re quite sure the bottoms of his black leather shoes match the red of your own.

Yoongi.

God he looks good. Unfairly so. And he carries that knowledge with him in his movement. His confidence never wavering like a mortal’s would.

Aside from two twisting black horns you’ve never seen before protruding from his deliciously tousled hair—hair you still want to pull on until he’s making sounds no ones ever heard come out of his mouth before, now moreso than ever—Yoongi is a darker version of yourself.

Except for him, it isn’t a costume, it’s real, real, real.

And he looks like sin incarnate.

Fitting.

Fuck, you’re so screwed. What were all those reasons it could never work again? The ones that explain why you shouldn’t take the Devil home and let him fuck you into next Sunday?

Suddenly, you can’t remember any of them. Not when Yoongi’s eyes never leave your red-clad form as he sips on what you know to be subpar whiskey. Your core melts into lava at the way he looks up and down, taking all of you in like you’re the one thing on this planet he needs to survive, and he’ll stop at nothing and spare absolutely no one until he gets you.

Rey gives Cam a look and their hands drop, allowing you to almost float over to where Yoongi lounges, maneuvering between bodies undulating to music that’s being deafened by the heartbeat in your ears.

When you reach him, you leave a somewhat respectable distance between you two, a step down from the dias the booth sits on.

Seeing him so much clearer now, you almost whine. How does he look even better up close? You want to sit on his lap, his face, have him bend you over the table then flip you over and feast like a man starved.

Fuck! No, you can’t. And you also can’t blame Tae for those thoughts either, he isn’t here.

They were all you.

Maybe his plan was working after all…

“What are you doing here?” You manage, grateful that you hadn’t had more to drink, but even more grateful for the ones you did. You needed a little liquid courage right now, even if it turned your thoughts into gutter sewage.

What he doesn’t know can’t hurt you…right? You just have to keep a lid on it. The one that’s loosening the more you look at him.

“It’s your birthday,” he says, producing a small black box wrapped with a bow. “I have a gift.”

He…he got you a present? He’s never done that before. But then again, before last year, he never knew when it was.

“You remem—I—you didn’t have to get me anything,” you stutter ungracefully, mouth trying to keep up with your racing thoughts. “I already got these shoes with the tip you left me last time,” you say, extending your leg to show off your newest purchase. The action reveals more leg than you meant it too and he catches the garter you have pulled around your thigh.

A fire ignites in his eyes at the sight, and you can feel their sparks everywhere he looks. Starting at your toes and moving all the way up back to your pretty irises.

“I’m flattered by the way,” he says. “In your costume choice.”

Huh? You look down and heat rises to your cheeks in a way it never has before. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Here you stand, before the actual Devil—horns out in all their glory—dressed as him on his namesake night.

Of course this would happen to you, of course it would. This is what you get for fucking around. You found out. And you don’t know whether to be mortified, beg for forgiveness, or laugh yourself hoarse.

Going with none of the above, you choose to play it off instead, the way you always do when he manages to fluster you. “Consider me inspired by how recently I last saw you,” you say, taking the single step up the dias and twirling for him.

You show every angle of your costume you can, letting the booze in your system do its job of making you more confident than you currently are.

“What do you think?”

Yoongi stands, taking the two strides needed to be face to face with you, his voice is quiet and even, so only you can hear.

“May I touch?”

You don’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

Yoongi reaches behind you and pulls the fake tail from the back of your dress, then the pitchfork from your grasp and throws them into the booth, not caring where they land.

“Mmm,” he hums, placing his hands on your hips and spinning you once more. Lightning strikes every single nerve ending where his fingertips meet your body.

This time when he speaks, his voice is touched with the bit of demon that’s inside of him, dragging its claws along the floor of the 9th circle of Hell as he growls, “You’re perfect.”

Your heart does backflips and cartwheels and nose dives all at once. You’ve never heard him sound like that before, and if your panties weren’t wet before, they definitely are now.

Tugging gently, he guides you to the booth, sitting first before dragging you over his lap, knees meeting his hips. One of his hands rests on your thigh while the other reaches for something you can’t be bothered to figure out because oh my god, oh my god, you’re straddling him. Your straddling the Devil, dressed as the devil and probably already looking semi-fucked out while you do. This is probably a bad idea—no. This is definitely a bad idea. But you also have absolutely zero plans to stop literally anything that’s happening.

The gift box makes a reappearance, and he hands it over to you.

“Thank you,” you say automatically, trying and failing to ignore the fact that both of his hands now rest on your thighs. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…..

Undoing the little black bow, you open it, revealing a delicately simple necklace. Its light weight chain holding a small pink stone pendant.

Beautiful.

“Pink Tourmaline,” Yoongi says.

“My birthstone,” you reply.

“Your birthstone.”

You stare at the little crystal, cut and polished to perfection. Not a single flaw.

“Yoongi I—I don’t know what to say. It’s incredible…Thank you,” you take it out of the box, profoundly grateful you decided not to wear a necklace tonight. “Could you help me put it on?”

“Of course, Angel,” he agrees. But this time when he says your nickname, it’s different. Like an unholy vow made only to you.

Makes you wonder what he promised.

Regretfully removing yourself from his lap, you turn around, only to be dragged back down by strong fingers.

Your ass is now flush against his dick, and it’s taking everything in you not to tease. Whether you’d be teasing him or yourself, you don't know, nor do you care. All you know is that friction can be a good thing if you want it to be. And you're starting to want it to be.

Lifting your hair for him, Yoongi fastens the necklace around your column, and to your complete and utter doom, places a gentle kiss at your nape. The simple contact makes you quietly moan, and you feel a twitch under you.

Ohhh, this is bad, this is so bad. But you can’t bring yourself to stop him. Not when his hands roam up and down your back, your sides, your hips. Exploring, feeling, learning. You dissolve into the touch, welcoming every whisper of pleasure they bring.

What is he doing to you?

“Angel,” Yoongi purrs in your ear.

“Mmm?”

“Would you like to dance?”

Fuck would you ever, but wait—

“Are you asking me if I’d like to Dance with the Devil?” you muse.

Yoongi chuckles lowly, understanding the meaning behind your ask.

“Is that something you’d be interested in?”

“Yes.”

You feel more than hear the dark rumble coming from his chest before he gently taps on your thigh. And you get up quickly.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, and fuck could you ever get used to him saying that to you.

Fingers laced in his, he lets you guide him to the dance floor.

Both of you ignore what the DJ plays, instead moving to the rhythm you feel like. Slow, sensual, a hand on his neck while you grind into him. Fast and heated, bodies touching any and every place you can get contact. You’re putting on quite the show for anyone brave enough to watch. And you know at least a handful of the eyes you feel on you are your friends’.

They don’t know about Yoongi.

They don’t know about the nature of the clientele at your job either, like every other human. They don’t know you're dancing with the most dangerous and volatile man in the room. And it’s better that way, because if they did, your ass would’ve been hauled out of the club and in a rideshare the second anyone saw him.

You’ve never been more thankful for the figurative wall between worlds. And the fact that you stand on both sides.

You brush up against his hardening dick and fuck, that’s it.

You’ve decided.

To hell with your reasons. To hell with the constant flirting and overuse of will power.

To hell with letting your anxieties and your moral compass and your conscience get in the way of the one thing you’ve been denying yourself for years.

You spin in Yoongi’s hold, looking straight into the darkened eyes of the most forbidden man you could ever want for yourself, only to see pure desire staring right back. It’s all you need before you’re crashing your lips to his, taking anything and everything you can get before one of you comes to your senses and pulls back.

But his grip on you tightens like a vice, pulling you closer, bodies flush amidst the dancing crowd. He’s magnetic in his want, lifting a hand to the back of your neck and tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue.

You let him in without hesitation and he nearly swallows you whole with how he invades your mouth, claiming it for himself. It makes you moan and he lets up, if only to let you breathe for a moment, and you take this reprieve to whisper in his ear, finally giving in to what you crave more than anything.

“Let’s go to yours.”

“We should go to yours, Angel, mine’s a bit harder to get to.”

Because his is on another plane of existence. Not exactly a taxi ride away. At least not one you can get at the curb of the club.

“Riiight.” A small dose of water washes over the fire in your core, and it’s like he can sense it because immediately, he’s pulling you back in. Nothing but teeth and lips and tongue, animalistic in the passion you’re displaying for everyone to see, the flames increasing tenfold.

Fuck, you don’t want to wait.

And apparently neither does Yoongi.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

“Yes, but what does tha–”

“Close your eyes for me, Love.”

Any and all arguments fade on your tongue at the new pet name. So much warmer than Angel, so much more affectionate.

So you close your eyes for him, no questions asked. Because you trust him. You trust the Devil.

You trust Yoongi.

“That's a good girl.”

One hand goes to the back of your neck, the other your lower back as he kisses you gently. So gently you think it means something more, but the sounds of the club are fading away, and he’s leaning you down like he’s going to dip you before your back meets something soft.

Are you closer to a booth than you thought? Is he really going to take you here in front of all those people?

But when you open your eyes and your bedroom at your apartment fills your vision, you stiffen immediately.

What?

“I—but we were just—and now we’re he—and you—,” you stutter, amazed and unable to get the thoughts out fast enough before another takes its place. You manage a, “How?” and he catches on.

Not halting his actions, “Consider it a job perk,” he explains, nipping at your neck. You let out a groan as he continues his way down your column towards your chest and you relax into his touch.

“Teleportation, in simple terms, but it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

Despite his mouth on your skin, you somehow find the clearness of mind to ask, “Did anyone see?” Thinking about your friends and the potential hundreds of onlookers.

Yoongi’s hands rest at top of the zipper that goes the entire length of your dress, allowing for both easy putting on and quick removal. Fingers tug gently on the slider, eyes meeting yours for consent. You nod, and he answers your question as he drags it down your body torturously slow, savouring every moment he’s worked so hard to get.

He’s going to earn this privilege you’ve given him, if it's the last thing he does.

“No. And your friends won’t worry either.”

You don’t care how he knows that, not when he’s pulling off hot leather and devouring your curves with coal burning pupils. The cool air of your room causes goosebumps to rise everywhere, and your arms fly to your head, covering your eyes as you’re reminded you’d forgone a bra tonight.

There was no room for one without it squishing your tits too much and ruining the look. So with your dress gone, Yoongi has a front row seat to your nearly nude form, a blood red lace thong the only thing keeping you semi-decent.

Years of pining and denial have led up to this moment and Yoongi almost doesn’t know where to start now that he finally has you exactly where he wants you. That feeling doesn’t last long though.

Wasting no more time, he takes a breast into his palm, squeezing and massaging while he lowers himself to the other, lapping the nipple of the one neglected. His tongue swirls over the pert bud, sucking it into his mouth fully and you arch into his touch, reveling in the warmth he spreads across your chest. Hands reaching for the sheets above your head for something to ground you.

“Shit,” you can already feel your pulse in your ears, thundering behind your sternum, and booming lower. He’s barely touched you and you’re already so gone.

He switches his hand and mouth, soothing the other breast with the sinful muscle he’s teased you with after all these years drinking whiskey. And by god if you don’t immediately think what it could do in other places. He’s had thousands of years to practice and the gush you feel in your panties lets you know exactly how you feel about the idea.

Using his free hand, Yoongi traces down your back, rounding your ass and squeezing hard enough to make you hiss in pleasure before settling on the back of your thigh.

You can barely stand having his hands so close to your molten heat without having any contact, and it leaves you begging, “Please…Please…”

You feel the curve of his lip quirk as teeth gently scrape the sensitive bud, gasping when he pulls off.

“Please what, Love?”

“More,” you pant. “Please. Anything. Everything. Please just touch me.”

“Mmm,” he’s back at your neck, inhaling your scent, one hand still on your thigh while the other holds him up by your ear. “Pretty Girl has manners after all, huh?”

“Oh fuck you.” you bristle, but it seems to be the reaction he’s looking for. A deeper, sluttier part of you awakening at the words you want to prove both wrong and right.

“There she is.”

Diving back into your neck, Yoongi trails wet, open mouthed kisses down, down, down. And even though you’ve never been so wet, so in the moment, and so unbelievably turned on before, the human part of you wins for a second, as you try to close your legs.

They’re pulled back open in an instant, his eyes never wavering from yours as he says, “Don’t you dare get shy on me now,” a kiss to your inner thigh. And then the other as he kneels before you.

Yoongi places each foot on either of his shoulders and you’re surprised he’s kept on your garter, stockings and red bottoms, their heels digging into his flesh. You wonder if that hurts at all, but by the way his eyes flutter and almost roll into the back of his head at the pressure they place on his frame, you think he actually likes their sting.

“You’re the most exquisite creature I have ever seen. Absolutely no part of you could ever be undesirable to me.”

His earnest tone makes you believe him, convinces you, and you’re once again pliant in his hold, opening up for him.

“Look at me,” he says, and you do. You stare directly at the Devil between your thighs. The King knelt before your lowly mortal form. “You are the most powerful person in this room, understand?”

You nod, but that’s not good enough for him.

“I need to hear it.”

“I understand.”

“Understand what?” He pushes.

“I’m the most powerful person in this room,” and it feels bold to say in front of him. But watching the way Yoongi’s expression fills with pride makes it also feel good. He wants you to feel like you’re the one in charge.

“Remember that,” he says, before ripping your underwear off and throwing them on the floor, feasting his now wholly black eyes on the sight of your dripping pussy.

The more he loses himself in you, the more of his true form reveals itself.

“Fuuuckk,” he whispers more to himself than anything. “So wet…”

Your core is tormented and throbbing at the back and forth between the cold night air and Yoongi’s hot breath and you whine, “I just bought those!”

He spares you one completely unsympathetic look.

“Don’t care. I’ll buy you more,” a deliciously ringed finger slides along your drenched folds and you’re gasping. “I’ll buy you the entire fucking store if it means I get to see you like this.”

Your voice is airy as you give in, any and all outrage gone. “Oka—ohhh!”

His mouth is on your cunt before you can breathe in the oxygen you so desperately need. He’s not holding back and your movements are not your own as you squirm. An arm rounds your pelvis holds you down, keeping you there as he devours you whole and shows you no mercy.

“Fuck, fuck, oh my god Yoongi,” you cry out, having never felt anything like this before. His tongue circles your clit as he sucks, then glides down, penetrating your opening with thrusts that make you lightheaded.

Your hands fly to his locks, pulling and pushing him down further until you're pretty sure you’re drowning him in you. Your fingertips graze his horns and it’s just a reminder that this man is definitely not human. Definitely not someone you should be letting suck your soul out through your pussy. And that makes this whole situation that much hotter.

If he minds where you touch, he doesn’t say anything about it, only groaning as he repeats his motions to get you near your peak, again and again and again until you're quaking against your will and your body is vibrating with every throb from your core.

Every single nerve ending you have is awake and being put to good use, he’s making sure of it. The dam that holds your release is starting to crumble and you don’t know how much longer you can last like this before you’re screaming bloody murder under his grip.

“Yoon…Yoongi—fuck,” you stutter, staggered breaths from your trembling chest loose as you try to verbalize, “C-close. S-so close.”

He hums, and teases a finger around your entrance, circling a few times before pressing in and up to your g-spot. The simple action undoes you and you're coming with a force you can’t even begin to describe. The waves crash down, over and over and you're moaning and cursing his name at the same time, knowing it’s going to be the only one you’ll think of in this situation from now until forever.

He guides you through the last shockwaves as you come down, and when you’re too sensitive for him to continue, you drag him up to your lips, tasting his efforts on your tongue.

“Need you now,” you rush out between kisses.

“Not yet, Love,” he says, pulling back just enough to reach a hand between the two of you.

He slips two fingers inside and swallows the resulting moan from your lips as he goes so deep enough you can feel his rings proding your opening.

“Gotta stretch you out for me first.”

Your hands are back in his hair, nails scratching the nape of his neck as he begins to scissor you open expertly. He growls into your neck at the sensation and that confirms your suspicions of him liking a little pain with his pleasure. So you scratch further down his neck, onto his shoulders and back and you dig a heel into his thigh.

“Fuck, Angel,” fingers stuttering for a second. “Don’t do that unless you want me to come right now.”

“And if I do?”

“Not yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because the first time I come, it’ll be with you around my cock, soaking the sheets with your own.”

Head rolling back, his words going straight to your clit. “Fuck, okay.”

“Now give me another one, Pretty Girl,” he says, picking up speed with his digits. “I know you can, pretty little slut takes my fingers so well.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

You can feel it coming this time, building and building. He uses his thumb to rub over your sensitive nub and it has you unraveling under him, screaming out and almost sobbing at the convulsions your body makes. He takes your mouth with his again, consuming your pleasure in every form he can get.

And once you come down, you’ve had it. If you don’t have him inside you within the next 2 minutes you’re going to lose it.

Ripping at his shirt, you're fumbling with the buttons. “Fuck, take this off, and those,” you say, abandoning his shirt for his belt.

Yoongi chuckles, low and sinful, “Bossy,” but gets up, and begins removing the outfit that got you into this situation in the first place. You take off the remnants of your costume as he spares you no peace of mind, the way you did him, taking off his pants and boxers in one go, freeing his mouth watering bulge from its earthy confines.

“Oh fuck me,” you say at his size. He’s big, girthy and you’ve never wanted someone inside you so badly before.

Yoongi smirks as he crawls over you, but you stop him with a hand. “Wait,” you throw a leg over his hip, and flip the two of you so you’re on top. “Let me do this.”

“Whatever you want, Angel.”

Picking up his cock, it sits heavy in your hand as you give him a couple strokes. He hisses at the contact and it only spurs you on, gathering as much saliva as you can, you open your mouth to spit, rubbing it all over his shaft and head, mixing it with the precum dribbling out of the tip.

“Fuck—”

Your 2 minutes are up. Lifting your ass, you guide yourself onto him.

“Oh my fuck, oh fuck,” you say as you slide down slowly, the stretch still very much there as he bottoms out. “Big—ohh, shit—so big.”

Yoongi’s not faring much better, eyebrows pressed together, but eyes devouring the spot where your bodies meet. His breathing is so laboured you’d think he just ran a marathon.

“So tight, Love...Fuck, look at you.”

The delicious sting subsides and you start to move, slow but purposeful thrusts that have him kissing your cervix every time. Fuck he’s so deep, deeper than anyone else has ever been. And once you get a rhythm going there’s no stopping you. You become a force of nature as you bounce on his cock without abandon, taking this for yourself. You don’t know why, but you feel like you have a point to prove and by god you’re going to make it.

Because if the Devil chose you, you’re going to make damn sure he doesn’t regret it.

“Fuck, fuck you’re doing so good,” he rasps, throwing his head back into the pillows, eyes shut in pure bliss, murmuring. “Feels so good.”

His praise pushes you farther, riding harder, grinding your clit against his pelvis, owning both your pleasures.

You’re the most powerful person here.

You are the one in control despite being on top of arguably the most powerful man on the planet. It makes you feel safe and strong and invincible.

And you want to continue, you really do, but your legs are starting to give, so you let him know.

“Ass up for me then,” he says, and you listen, climbing off of him and wincing at the feeling of him slipping out. He gets behind you, lining himself up again and this time it’s much easier as he sinks in, both of you groaning at the contact.

Yoongi hands go to your hips, gripping and squeezing and molding the globes of your ass as you anchor your cheek to the bedsheets.

“That’s it, Pretty Girl, all the way down for me.”

His first thrust has you seeing stars. You're nothing and everything as he continues, but you need more. You need to not be able to speak. To walk. You need to have every thought fucked out of your head. You need him so deep you’ll feel it for a week afterwards.

“Faster,” you beg. “Harder, please.”

“There are those manners I was looking for,” he says and picks up his pace.

You’re incoherent, saying things you’ve never dared to utter out loud before, making admissions you swore to take to your grave and Yoongi is eating up every single last one of them.

Because this is about you. This is about proving years of your denial’s fruitless. This is about him and how you make him lose every ounce of self control he has when he’s around you and how badly he’s wanted you since the day you met. This is about ruining every other man for you, making sure you know what true pleasure feels like, know how you deserve to be treated, and hearing his name on your lips when you come. When your cunt clenches so hard he has to fight tooth and nail to milk every ounce of bliss from it.

This is about him wanting to hear him make you feel good. Needing to hear him make you feel good.

This is about you.

And he can feel you starting to clamp up again, can feel you getting close. So he wraps an arm around your waist, fingers going straight for your pussy.

You shriek, body consumed by the even strokes he delivers as well as the smooth circles around your most sensitive spot, and he revels in it. This is what he’s been dreaming of, what he’s desired over everything else.

You, underneath him in so much pleasure you’re almost non-verbal.

Perfect in every single way.

“Taking me so well, dirty girl. Love the feeling of my cock splitting you open?” he hears a muffled cry and you nod your head. “Knew you would, knew you could take me.”

He delivers a smack to your ass and he feels you clench, so he soothes the battered area before handing out another, soothing that one out too.

“You’re so good for me, pretty little whore so greedy, sucking me in. Why’d you make me think you didn’t want me all these years, hmm? Was I not good enough for you?”

You bury your face in your sheets. Well that certainly won’t do. So he slows his fingers as he reiterates. “Was I not good enough for you then, Angel? Am I good enough for you now?”

“Yes,” you mutter, barely loud enough to hear.

“What was that?” he slows again to a near burningly slow pace, soaking in the feel of you around his fingers and dick. It feels like a place he once called home.

“Yes!” you bellow. “So good…so good to me…more than enough.”

The praise fuels him, and he picks up the speed of everything, cock pounding you into the mattress, fingers rubbing an achingly mind-blowing pattern on your clit. It pushes you over the edge for the third time tonight, your fluttering cunt around his dick almost has him losing it. Almost has him coming undone with you, but he manages to hold it back.

Not yet.

You're silent in your screams this time, overwhelmed with the feelings, fingers nearly ripping your sheets in half at how hard it hit you. How hard you contract around him.

Oh he’s never going to get sick of this feeling.

Ever.

And instead of guiding you down this time, he removes himself quickly, flips you over on your back and inserts himself once more.

He needs that feeling again. Needs you again. You claimed him for yourself whether you knew it or not all those years ago, he was simply following orders. He was yours the second your eyes met for the first time and he’s never looked back since. No one was ever good enough from that moment on, not a single creature on any plane of existence.

There was only you.

Yoongi’s never felt anything so pure and so sinful and so right as you pulsing around him does. He exists only for this feeling. Only for you. It took a couple thousand years, but at least now he knows.

And so he doesn’t slow down, pushing you through your oversensitivity.

It’s time for him to finally claim you back.

“I can’t,” you beg, “it hurts.”

“Not for long, Pretty Girl” he says in his lowest registar. “You can take it, I know you can. Give me one more, I know you have it in you.”

Yoongi’s noticed his words have almost the same effect on you as his motions, so he uses them to their full potential. And as he can sense your fourth orgasm about to land, you surprise him by whispering directly into his ear and raking your nails down his back as hard as you can.

“Only for you, Yoongi.”

His thrusts stutter.

“Fuck!”

He’s coming.

He’s coming hard. With you, with your name on his lips. It's violent and visceral and vicious and vibrant. It’s beautiful. You’re combined divine deliverance.

It’s the first time he’s said your name.

And it’s something he’s going to keep locked away in his memory for millenia to come as he covers your inner walls in the most sickeningly sweet shade of white.

You’re relentless, milking him over and over and over for all he’s worth, not letting up until your body is ready too, ruthless in your quest for ultimate euphoria and he takes it.

Whatever you want. Whatever you need.

It’s yours.

He’ll make it so.

At whatever cost to him, you'll get it. There isn't a doubt in his mind as you finally come down, body lighter, eyes glazed over, devastating smile on your lips.

He’s the first to move, going to the bathroom and grabbing a warm, wet cloth to clean you up. You’re blissfully spent, unable to get up even if you wanted to, limbs like jelly, still in a brain fogged haze.

You got exactly what you wanted.

He cleans his release from your form, naked save for the pink stone he gave you around your neck. Then tosses the cloth in your hamper and lies back down, covering you both with sheets. You cuddle up to him, tossing a leg around his torso, and lying your head on his chest. Contented.

And he’s silent until he can’t stand it any longer. He has to know.

“What changed?”

“Hmm?”

“What about tonight made you change your mind?”

You take a deep breath through your nose. “I…stopped fighting it. The feeling like we would never work, the feeling that I would never be good enough, that we were too different,” he listens intently as your fingers trace patterns on his chest, explaining. “And I was sick of denying myself. It’s my birthday. Shouldn't I get whatever I want on my birthday?”

That seductive smirk makes an appearance.

“Yes.”

“Plus you looked to damn fine in that outfit. A girl only has so much willpower, you know? It’s easier at work when there’s a bar and my job between us, but there was none of that tonight. Just the shots in my system and my unwavering desire to ride your face.”

Yoongi laughs, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen something as beautiful as his smile before.

“Next time,” he says. A promise.

You fall back into a comfortable silence that has you thinking.

“What about you?” you ask.

“What about me?”

“Why am I the only one you like? The only one you put up with.”

He ponders for a moment, thinking about how to phrase what he wants to say.

“I think about the time we met often. There was something about you that was different that day, and I’ve never been able to pinpoint exactly what, but when I saw you I knew I would never think of you the same way I do everyone else. There was something special about your gaze in mine, your company, your soul.”

“My soul?”

“Mhm.”

“You’ve never asked for mine before.”

“Never needed it.”

At that, you joke, “Is there something you’d sell your soul for?”

“You.”

Before you can say all the nothing in your head at his answer, he takes a deep breath that has you rising and falling with it. Something about what he’s going to say next is going to have heavy importance to him.

You just know it.

“You… made me—make me…want to be better. Do better.”

You’re speechless. Not the kind you were moments before. No, you’re truly and genuinely speechless.

You never expected anything like that.

You knew your presence in his life carried a different weight than others, a different air. It’s why you could speak so casually, insult him, and exist near him without fearing for your life. It was something no one had seen from him in thousands of years.

Kindness. Patience.

The man who’s job it is to run the universes torture capital, punishing those who deserve it without an ounce of mercy for eternity and killing those who looked at him the wrong way. The physical entity of the word evil, wanted to be better.

Because of you.

“I don't know what to say.”

“You don't need to say anything,” he kisses the top of your head, tender. “Having you with me is more than enough.”

You can do that.

“Okay,” you say, craning your neck to kiss him. It’s long, languid, and full of emotions you don't want to acknowledge right now, there’s too many of them to sort through in your post four orgasms brain to be able to process properly.

Tomorrow you can start. Right now you just want to bask in the afterglow of the most amazing birthday you've ever had.

“So this wasn’t a one time thing?” Yoongi clarifies.

“It definitely wasn't a one time thing,” not a chance in Hell.

He was yours now.

The Devil was yours.

King of the Underworld, god among men, catastrophe breathing evil was yours. And it brings the biggest smile to your face.

“Oh thank fuck.”

“Not thank God?” you tease.

Yoongi groans. “Do not bring my father into this.”

A/N 3: As always, thanks for reading, loves. Xoxo, - Yoon <3

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can u write hc's for sub!enha and their first time w their bf :00

no need to ask me twice ugh i love this

enhypen & their first times

pairings ᱖ sub/switch!enha x dom/switch!male!reader

warnings ᱖ explicit content, established and implied relationships, subtle sub/dom dynamics, conversations of virginity, underlying corruption kinks, sub!enha, dom!reader, subtop!heeseung + jay + jake, subbot!sunghoon + sunoo + jungwon

important notes ᱖ hi!! thank you so much for suggesting and i love this so much! you never specified top/bottom, so i did follow my personal preference. the oldest three are sub!tops, and the youngest three are sub!bottoms, however they are all still subs, i hope its not an issue!

heeseung 박희승 : patient

heeseung, compared to other members, may need a bit more time to be ready for anything sexual beyond making out and greedy touches. needless to say, you two will be taking it slowly and patiently. he has trouble relaxing and relinquishing any control to you, but with the way your fingers scrape against his scalp and the tone of your voice when you whisper in his ear.. ah, even if he wasnt ready, something switched in his mind. he wouldnt be one to lean back and let it happen; you would speak him through it all for him to be comfortable. this includes whispering sweet praises and reassurances as your fingers wrap around his cock, and interlocking your fingers with his when you move your lips to bite at the pale skin of his neck. just know that the moment youre actually on him he might fall into some sort of.. daze, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he let you do all the work. you would have to be slow as to not overwhelm him or make him overthink, but itll be beyond heavenly for the both of you.

jay 박정성 : intimate

see, for him, jay never exactly wishes to be out of control. but theres something about you—his beautiful boyfriend—that allows him to give in. running your hands down his chiseled chest and nipping at his ear, it seems like majority of the night would be calculated foreplay. youd trace a line up his jaw and fuck would he have a hard time keeping his hands off you. simply send him that one glare, however, and hed put his hands behind his back if he had to. its your eyes that make him melt like that. hes never seen you like this before and that in itself was a turn on. when you ride him for the first time with a hand around his throat and lips against his (well, barely. your minds are too fogged you think you may be missing his lips when youre kissing), he thinks that theres nothing better in this world but to be like this with you.

jake 시재윤 : need

have you ever seen a man genuinely so eager to get you off that he forgets about his own raging hard on? ah right, thats jake. the second your makeout session morphed into something more, this man was putty in your hands. grinding on his thigh with your hands tangled in his hair.. well its certainly far from a romantic first encounter with sex, but the desperate whines and curses slipping from jakes lips are enough to make it worth it. you seriously could mold this man into whatever you wanted with your hands. when you told him to suck you off? he was on his knees before you could even finish the second. due to all the pent up frustration in him after a few months of not having any sort of sex, just know that hed come untouched in his pants just from blowing you.. and hed have zero shame about it.

sunghoon 박성훈 : lust

while a lot of people assume that sunoo would be the most of a brat or tease, i disagree. sunghoon is the definition of bratty when it comes to these situations, and youd only just get a taste of how he can be when it is your first time. it was like there was zero warning for how he would be, but part of you isnt complaining. how pretty he looks against the sheets, giving you that smirk and lidded gaze as you have two fingers knuckle deep in him. maybe you partially wanted to give up and give into him, but the way he taunted you with his words and his body was far too great of a reward to give up. overall, itd feel more like a game than anything; a back and forth until you snapped and pressed his face into the sheets. who said anything about first times being gentle? you probably only did it because he pushed your sanity just a bit too far this time.

sunoo 김선우 : playful

really, it started as a cute make out session. no more than pressing teasing kisses to each others lips and jokingly tugging at waistbands. so how did you end up here, with sunoo on his knees in between your legs? well, regardless of how, just know that itd all be lighthearted and playful. teasing insults, gentle bites, and maybe a bit of humiliation. it was more casual than you were expecting for your first time, but you werent complaining. the way he giggled when you bit his thighs was enough to ease any of your nerves and insecurities, truly. no need to even begin to speak about the way he looked at you and spoke meaningless insults to motivate you; some comments along the lines of "well? if you havent messed up my makeup already, you really arent that good."

jungwon 양정원 : affection

on the contrary, your first time with jungwon would be quiet and intimate. the only words that would leave your lips would be 'i love you''s and sweet nothings filled with praise. despite taking it slow, it was truly nothing but love and trust. he trusted you with his body, shivering at the way your cold hands felt against his bare waist. and you? you trusted him with your ego here, but that would be a topic for another time. gentle kisses against his chest that trail down to his hips and his feet resting on your shoulders—you were never a religious man, but you swore that this was heaven itself.

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snoozisworld · 8 months

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Bi-Han Headcanons (SFW & Slight!NSFW)

A/N: Finally getting some work done around here. You can request any other characters, this is just some shit-posting while I workshop a longer bi han x reader. Also most of these r my opinion so pls dont get mad if u dont agree.

SFW:

Bi-Han is the type of man to always wonder where you are and what you're doing if you're not with him. Like that man is full of some buried anxiety, so if you don't tell him you're going out? Pray for him.

VERY protective, like a guard dog. He takes his job very seriously and despite his mean demeanor he actually cares a LOT about you.

Probably wouldn't be a big hugger? You would have to coax it out of him but when he does hug you? It feels like heaven to the both of you.

Loves your lips, LOVES them. Looking at them? Hell yes. Kissing them? Even better. He will never admit it though.

He has a pretty big temper, but will refuse to acknowledge it. Thinks its totally normal to be angry all the time (its not. bi han please do some heavy reevaluation)

Loves when you cook for him or mend his wounds, he won't admit it but it feels nice to be taken care of for once. (It probably reminds him of his mother)

If you were his spouse he probably wouldn't like you fighting or training with the Lin Kuei a lot. He loves that you're strong but he likes you better when you're not hurting yourself.

NSFW:

Wouldn't be into aftercare at first, especially if it's your first time hooking up. But if you were together for longer or even married, he'd totally set you up a nice bath or something.

Big. B I G. Have you seen the muscles on that man? I wouldn't even doubt it for a second. You were lowkey scared at first.

Likes it on the rougher side, but he will go slow and sensual if you want it.

(I see this a lot and i don't like it so here we are) Would not be big on hitting you during it. Maybe some light spanking but actually hurting you? nope.

Has definitely thought about using his ice powers during it. Maybe once or twice...or thrice... okay he thinks about it a LOT.

Has broken the headboard AND the bed at least twice. (bella and edward style)

Prefers receiving more than giving, but will not pass up the opportunity to go down on you.

I don't see him as a switch, I definitely think he's more dom than anything so don't expect much submission from him during it.

Loves when you pull his hair, nuff said.

A/N: Thats all for now. Feedback is always appreciated!!

#mortal kombat #bi han #bi han x you #bi han x reader #bi han sub zero #sub zero #mk1 #mk1 2023 #lin kuei #afab reader #amab reader #gender neutral reader #fanfic #headcanon

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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SAGAU / Isekai Genshin:

You can still use your characters! ... as in possessing them 👻

(all art by me down below, hope its decent lol - did it for u guys and myself i mean what )

Edit 9/7/23: 1,500+ NOTES??? BRO WHAT!! THABK YOU <3

Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:

☆

My dumbass forgot to put this here .-.

Anywya this is a full length fanfic now ;)

PART 1 (you're here!) / Part 2

So.

You got sucked into a video game.

Crazy, but it happens ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

yknow how it issss

...you very quickly discover that unfortunately video game rules still apply...

which wouldn't normally be an issue! like, needing to use the bathroom in the middle of a fight? Nope! minor cuts and bruises like papercuts, only actual enemies or fall damage counting? hell yeah that'd be great (theoretically no chronic pains if you got that?? hmmmm unsure)

see the issue comes when you realize, you as a player, don't have a "character" that's all your own

there's aether/lumine yeah.. but bc the game's real now, they're their own people, and you didn't wake up to find yourself as a blonde twin...

the closest you can describe your form as is .. like a seelie?

or like the way ghosts look in game?

but a lot more "starry"

like your specterlike, but you look like you got filled up with stars and the milky way, maybe a reference of you being from another universe/world? (aether/lumine/dainsleif/khaenriah star symbol reference secret thEORY-)

but yah.

you also got just, white eyes.

like, not iris, not pupil. like your pupil and iris got erased

you gotta admit, at least you look really aesthetic now.

(u also got a little cape and hood on at all times, and you cant take it off to see your starrified hair >:/ ,very Blue Diamond-esque, look up Steven Universe, Blue Diamond if you dont know who im talking about)

so needless to say, as soon as you sort of glitched your way into existence you were HYPE

i mean ur ACTUALLY IN TEYVAT WITH THE BOYSSSS

...then you realize your a spooky-no-character-to-pilot-around-thus-no-character-model-body-for-you thingy

and that you cant touch stuff!! >:(

like wth!!!

thats just downright unfair.

so, you figure if you got no body to be.... you gotta find a new "character" to pilot >:)

...

I choose you, yellow fungi!

...

....

you're in the fucking woods (Sumeru somewhere obv, u knew that the moment you opened ur eyes),

what'd you expect?? an archon??

..wait a minute. can you possess an archon-

these kinda thoughts plague your first few days of irl genshin impact playing

a rishabold tiger? yep.

a sumpter beast? kinda slow and heavy feeling but yeah.

...you also try a ruin machine LOL

by far, the fungi and ruin machines are the best to possess, mostly because you can remain upright with those

(tho u did find some type of flying monkey that wasnt in game, but its like,, a real world and jungle now so that makes sense there'd be more complexity + stuff)

you do eventually think you should try and possess a person at this point... but ur kinda nervous 👉👈

its ur first time doin this okay nobody explained the basics to you youve been winging for a week now!

will your mind be replaced with theirs? it hasn't been so far with the creatures/bots

and as far as you can tell, they kinda just-

forget what happened or "wake up" after you possess them

(the tiger you were for a day looked confused as hell when it realized that there was a new pile of fruit next to it when it "woke up", it was your way of saying thank you to the animals of the jungle, u left them little piles of food you collected running around as them)

so THEORHETICALLY-

you should be good to go and possess a random poor eremite

... you figure you want to possess something human-like eventually even if you get a puppet body like wanderer/raiden so...

here goes nothing...

♤

so it's been 2 weeks since you've been forcefully yanked into teyvat, and by the second week, you were trying to possess eremites

which! worked out!

mostly..!

you kinda convinced the entirety of two eremite camps that a certain part one of sumeru's forests is hella haunted bc ppl keep "blacking out" and doing things they don't remember doing, yknow... like possesssion LMAO

they kinda ran off to escape you but, hey!

experiment #2: people possession, success!!

now you were kinda convinced of this when you realized no matter the angle the animals and machines of sumeru didnt react to you getting super close to them (you dont have to touch something to posses it, just look at it really, but you wanted to test limits, so you walked up to sumpter beasts and fungi and ruin machines)

but no one can see you.

you don't have a "character" most of the time, you can float and glide around the ground like scaramouche lol

you cant touch stuff bc of this, you cant smell stuff (u saw the eremites campfires & couldnt smell the smoke until you were them)

you cant eat stuff w/o a body, so.. it makes sense that the eremites and passing merchants, cant see you when you float around, trying to reorient yourself after 2 weeks of experimenting

:( ur only a lil sad about it... but mostly not bc lol u got possession powers so trade off u guess

the first time you see a vision-bearer you literally scream

LMAO

ur so lucky u cant be seen or heard

bc Collei would have def screamed back lol

needless to say u stalk the forest ranger- ALL DAY.

Collei goes on patrol around the woods? you go on a patrol.

collei goes to visit other forest rangers? you "visit" other forest rangers at base (lol u def possess a guy who was asleep on a bench nearby & wake up to go talk to Collei "in-person", poor guy was so worried he sleep walked/talked so hard he went to see Tighnari an hour later lmao)

welp, you decide this is your life now, follow Collei everywhere, talk one-sided to Collei until you can possess a forest ranger w/o it being suspicious (dont wanna turn the poor rangers into the terrified eremites from a week or two ago...)

then, after you get the courage and erase the paranoia that tighnari can just... somehow hear your ghostly bullshit-

u do the same to Tighnari (then Cyno when he visits! no u didnt squeal, so what, nobody can hear you- )

♧

Tighnari begins to get suspicious about 3 weeks into this routine.

he's been starting to collect and start a file on all the rangers or nearby villagers that've started randomly "blacking out/sleep walking" in the evenings usually

(u possess as close to nighttime as u can so it seems like sleepwalking)

So when Cyno comes back from a mission gone wrong,

having nearly been decapitated by a rogue flying ruin machine, only to black out and come to standing calmly 10 feet further than he remembered being 1 minute ago...

Tighnari's suspicions are confirmed, and he launches into researching this phenomenon.

his first thought is something like the aranara, but that doesn't account for the effect this thing is having on people

after all, what little forest spirit is strong enough to-

-control humans??

Tighnari begins to get the sense he's in over his head after he finds himself pushed into going into Sumeru City in order to collect more library books or ask around if the blackouts have spread to the city people

he answer is negative, on both accounts.

and he spends about one half of the day walking around, and the other reading up all he can on mythical creatures or ailments

Tighnari gives up for the day, and as he makes his way back to Ghandarvaville, he almost gets ambushed by some particularly nasty muggers

...and then he wakes up 20 feet away, his denro vision thrumming with power, full of worry and fondness for himself??, (just like Cyno said he felt happen to him..)

...Tighnari decides he needs reinforcements.

YOU GUYS-

UR LOCAL ZODIAC SIGN OBSESSED W/GENSHIN HIT A CHARACTER LIMIT ON A POST FINALLY. 😦

??? THIS WOULDVE BEEN LONGER BUT I BARELY GOT SPACE FOR THIS- I- EVEN THE QIQI POST DIDNT HIT LIMIT-

uh cya ig!!

Safe travels lmao,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist @revonie / @hat-on-a-cat / @takottai / @sickly-falling (?) / @iruiji

(Sorry about the late tag! I forgot to update my taglist before i posted this 💀 my bad guys)

Also if the people who got put there who i couldnt find a blog for see this, idk what went wrong ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ - maybe check and see if ur setting for "being able to be searched/looked up" is turned on?? Idk man

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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hi! if you're feeling up to it, may i request tadc cast reuniting with the reader after escaping the digital circus? (not sure if caine would work though, sorry caine fans ;_;) tysm! btw, A+ gif choices :>

Reunited! (TADC cast x reader!)

Except Caine <|3 I kept putting this up because I uh uh

Kinda kept forgetting <\3 I'm so sorry anon 😭😭

This ended up more so being what you guys get up to after reuniting in the real world!

Written on mobile!

POMNI:

Sure she may have wanted to escape the digital world... a lot... but she never thought she would actually escape, and with everyone else too..! So that's nice! Imagine her shock when by pure chance she runs into you. More so shocked than anything, but relieved.. she was so tied up from being free again that she didnt realize how much she missed you.. it feels.. weird holding your real body.. but it's not unwelcome!

JAX:

Honestly the hardest thing for jax is to tone down his whole.. asshole thing, because people in the real world arent trapped in a space. Actually it would be this reason that you almost dont recognize him..! Woah jax not being an ass for once? Thats not your man!!!!!

As for feeling stuff... oh boy I think I mentioned somewhere that hes a clingy shit behind closed doors, or maybe that was a hyper specific request.. but get ready to have to carry this dude around for a few hours

RAGATHA:

I know I mentioned this. a few times but I love the idea of ragatha and her partner opening up a little bakery together. I can see her being into baking plus I think it fits her aesthetic; if she didnt get into Doll making and stuff... ponders... tearful reunion for you two, ragatha cant help but get a little touchy when she realizes it's you.. though she awkwardly pulls away and apologizes for that.. please hold her and dont let go

KINGER:

Its.. nice... I already have two teary reunions in this post.. hmm.. I don't think kinger would cry. The way I can describe it emotion wise is when you find an old trinket from your childhood. Nostalgic, maybe? I think he takes the longest to build himself back up to where you guys were in your relationship.. the trauma (which realistically they all have, however I think so far at least its hit kinger the worst), losing his possible wife (queener/queenie), reconnecting with his kids (I hc he had at least one kid!!), ect ect

You guys are going to have to take it slow, you know? I have a second request with this prompt for kinger so imma go more into that there!

ZOOBLE:

Writing this down first before I forget but you guys open up a body mod shop together. Piercings, tattoos, ect ect ect. Idk zooble just kind of gives off those vibes, and I feel like you guys would do that together. You guys move in a.. longish..while after reuniting in the real world and confirming who you are to one another.. it's not so much as zooble wants to make sure it's really you, its more so zooble needs time to get used to the real world again + they're cagey about their space !

GANGLE:

Another tearful reunion, she cant believe it's really you. She really thought that she would never see you again... but you're here..! Similar to jax, shes going to cling right onto you and not let go.. you guys hand out nearly everyday for the next few weeks while you try to sort things out, perhaps quickly moving in together

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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akutasoda · 10 months

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together? together.

synopsis - you two continuously deny others who think you are together until you're not so sure yourself.

includes - dan heng, blade, sampo, natasha, jing yuan

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, wc - 616

dan heng ★↷

↪you and dan heng got along very well. not many understood how you had managed to befriend him but you had. and he trusted you alot and you trusted him. but sometimes to outsider's it seemed like you two were more than friends.

↪as sometimes when you were on the astral express with dan heng, someone - mainly march, would make a comment along the lines of if you two were just friends. and every time of you insited you were.

↪but sometimes one of you would think about it for a longer amount of time. are you both really just friends or do you both want to be something more?

'so are you absolutely sure you're not together?'

'i mean... not yet'

'what?'

blade ★↷

↪as a stellaron hunter you tried your best to maintain a healthy work relationship with your co workers. you had to work together anyway. but somewhere along the line to some peoples shock, you and blade seemed to get along quite well.

↪it was a slow friendship at first but you both often seeked out the other during down times in-between missions. which to kafka atleast seemed like something more, just none of you had made the move yet. so to blade's dismay everytime kafka saw you two she would subtly ask if anyone made a move yet.

↪each time was a no. until one day you started seeing what kafka saw, and couldn't help but wonder if maybe one day you would be something more.

sampo ★↷

↪the merchant was known for being overly friendly with everyone. but they were mainly supposed business partners or potential customers. so why would sampo be overly friendly witn you? someone who had no intrest in his schemes. probably because he classed you as an actual friend.

↪you had know the merchant for a while now and everytime he was in trouble he would seek out your residence and stay until the coast is clear. but this little habit made natasha question whether or not you two were just friends.

↪everytime you saw her she asked about and you just said he was just an annoying friend, nothing more. but maybe you were hoping for more.

natasha ★↷

↪you often came by natasha's clinic to offer her a helping hand with patients. you weren't as good as natasha but it did help reduce her workload quite significantly. and she really appreciated your help.

↪sometimes oleg would come round to discuss with natasha about various affair's, and he couldn't help but notice the look natasha held for you. so naturally he asked. but natasha denied it, you two were just friends and coworkers thats it. someone else had asked you as well about how you saw natasha and again you denied any kind of dating misinformation.

↪but sometimes you would catch natasha's stare or sometimes you would wish you had the confidence to ask her what you two were. but maybe one of you would make a move.

jing yuan ★↷

↪you had know the general for a long time. he held a lot of respect for you and vice versa. but over your time knowing jing yuan you met various other people aswell and all of them became slightly confused that you two were just friends.

↪for example, upon meeting tingyun for the first time she mistook you for lovers instead of friends. and had became suspicious of your dismissal and made sure to ask every single time. yanqing also developed this confusion with how mamy times you visited the general.

↪throughout all if this you wondered if you were just friends. and little did you know the general felt the same way. maybe eventually you would be more.

#x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #dan heng x reader #blade x reader #sampo x reader #natasha x reader #jing yuan x reader #x reader

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emerxshiu · 3 months

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FORGOTTEN LAND'S SECOND ANNIVERSARY :3

I AM SOOOO BACK

I started this drawing yesterday around afternoon and finished it just a few minutes earlier.

I went with a messier type of drawing instead of more clean like the elfilin one from yesterday, i find it fun doing it like this, mostly cause i dont have to worry about making it perfectly so i dont get as frustrated as normal. Id place this one as my second best digital drawing. im pretty sure i havent posted what i consider my best digital drawing here, tho i do have it in instagram, i might post it here one day, tho these two are way too tied up, i love how this came out, its not exactly like how i imagined it but its really close to it, and also itd say that since i dont tend to play around lighting that much, this was such a joy to draw and i cant help but stare at it a lot, at least until i start hating it because i made quite a lot of errors. i also changed my elfilis gijinka just a tad bit from last time, but its not that big of a difference, mostly.

ofc i had to draw elfilis for forgotten land's anniversary, i tend to deny it in my head but yeah they're my fave of the kirby characters even tho i hate them a bit. I wanted to draw some more doodles, like, elfilis eating cake, kirby car, a bunch of other stuff (not elfilin cuz i already drew him yesterday) but when i tried i couldnt draw anything more, guess this drawing burned me out a lot, huh?

you can definitly tell i spent all the efforts on him cuz if you look a bit closer to the bottom part you'll see its almost barely detailed, but i mean, they're the focus so make sense i guess for me not add that much detail there. um also, maybe because i dunno i had OVER 130 LAYERS jeez no wonder firealpaca was slowing down so much, i need to manage my layers better next time, tho i did do something i keep forgetting, wich is naming them (most of them at least) that was a real life saver

Also, antares (fecto elfilis' spear/cadaceus), as always, was a pain to draw, but this time its probably been draw the most accurate out of every other drawing ive made with it in it, i didnt notice it was like, a little curved when it reached the blade

some close ups since his face is a bit hard to see

silly :3

fun fact! actually, this is technically a redraw, somewhere around between february and march i started a fecto elfilis drawing for the first anniversary, but i couldnt finish it in time, and i never finished it

thats...quite the improvement! (i remember being so proud of it)

also his wings are like that cuz i did not want to draw the pattern, its way too hard, i literally copy pasted it, wait, i was talking about the 2024 version but i looked at the 2023 one and i just noticed it also has the pattern copy pasted, i guess some stuff never changes since i still abuse the ctrl+c ctrl+v to this day

Also i ended up making a huge error there, i was planing to add the phantom spears from orbital pulsar (the attack he does first when you battle them at lab discovera) but theres an innacuracy, when they do the attack, they always close their eyes, i had actually sketched him (well i mean both these drawings are basically the first sketch (2023) or second sketch(2024) with some color, shadows and lighting. i didnt do lineart in the 2024 one cuz i wanted to be a bit like the og i made (too bad i sketched that one with black since the og was sketched with white due to me drawing the bg first)) with his eyes closed but them decided to make them open for a reason i cant remember, maybe i thought itd look nicer? idk

ive had the idea of redrawing this for quite some month now so it was kinda already planned

background cuz i think it came out really pretty

doesnt have the little stars since without elfilis and the structures it looks fucked up. the actual sky in game is more blue, but the clouds have some orange, in the 2023 ver. i made the sky orange, and in the 2024 ver i wanted it more accurate, but i didnt wanna loose the orange sky, so i did a gradient. pretty...

also here's a screenshot i took when i was like halfway trough it, its barely noticeable but i changed his mouth in the final drawing

I really love katfl, like a buncha whole lot, its basically almost my first mainline kirby game. 100% the demo, finished the game in almost one day, i literally play it monthly, like, every month i put the card in my switch, start it up, get morpho sword, and go shred elfilis in lab discovera. i would probably not even be here on tumblr and the kirby fandom if it werent for it. and i love it so much i genuinly cannot express how much i like it and treasure it with words or anything

Thank you for reading my unnecesarily long rambles lol

I hope i'll post tomorrow and dont forget like usual

Jambuhbye!

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dazeyinabong · 5 months

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EPISODE 6!!!!!!!!!!!

-THEY ARE FEEDING US SEAWEED BRAINS NOW

-leah’s attitude for annabeth is SPOT ON i truly cannot think of someone better to play her. it’s that like slightly cocky feel, but you can tell she feels bad abt the cockiness sometimes I LOVE HER

-THEY THINK ITS CLARISSE????

-annabeth and percy arguing over the quest timeline FIRST it’s so annabeth and percy omfg these two and their bickering and SECOND giving us reference point for the lotus time jump😋

-‘an old married couple’LUKE STOP MAKING ME LIKE YOU FFS

-percy ‘im gonna change the subject’ jackson, everyone

-THEY GAVE US THE WISE GIRL!!THEY GAVE IT TO US!!

-i had a physical reaction to him saying it, im not proud of it but FUCK i love this adaptation

-‘i thought we don’t do that anymore’ percy baby your fatal flaw is showing

-I don’t trust augustus(i knew i was right-end of ep.)

-GROVER NO GROVER REMEMBER GROVER

-Okay , i like Lin as Hermes. flame me if you want idfc. i actually like him a lot. defying my expectations fr.

-walker is such a good actor. he looks fucking heartbroken talking to hermes. he is amazing for such a young actor

-ANNABETH THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE SHE PICKPOCKETED THE GOD OF FUCKING THIEVES

-LEMME REPEAT THAT—SHE.PICKPOCKETED.THE.GOD.OF.THIEVES

AND SHE DID NOT FUCKING CARE

-is grover gonna get his memories back????(nvm he’s good-10minslater)

-‘that guy didn’t even slow down’*honkkkk* PLEASE THATS SO PERCY I WANT THAT TO BE UNSCRIPTED SO BADLY

-PERCY STOP LOOKING AT ANNABETH LOOK AT THE ROAD

-‘it’s easier to forgot what’s important when you’re alone’IM GONNA SOB.I AM LAYING ON THE FLOOR POUNDING IT WITH MY FIST. I WILL NEVER RECOVER

-4PEARLS THATS NEW!!

-Am i dumb or did i NOT see nico or bianca?? i remeber Aryan saying to watch out for a little cameo in the casino episode?? idk maybe i missed it

okay overall GREAT EPISODE the wise girl was everything and i stand but it, Lin Manuel Miranda is MY Hermes .

anywho thank you for joining in!!i’m giving you all forehead kisses rn

#annabeth chase #percy jackson #grover underwood #pjo tv show #percy jackson show #i knew uncle rick would make us proud #AND HE DID #percy jackon and the olympians #percabeth #i’m still shocked they think CLARISSE is the lightning thief #i mean like i get it #but come on #COME ONNNNNN #these new show fans boutta be INSUFFERABLEEEEE

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asylumdwellermoved · 9 months

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what are your personal headcannons for high jealousy kylar?? :>

(i saw that he was one of your favs and had to ask hehehehehe)

cw kylar being kylar, dub/noncon, self harm, somnophilia, gross

• pretty generic but everything they give you has a part of them in it. usually cum or blood, but on occasion things like hair, fingernails, saliva, etc.

• in subtle painfully obvious ways they try to mimic whoever you are giving your attention to over them so that youll like them more. noticing robin has a specific phrase that they tend to repeat and practicing it in the mirror, trying to match their exact tone and cadence. forcing themself to smoke just enough cigarettes to get the smell on their clothes so their scent triggers the same response in you as when youre with whitney. "hey pc, i tried to put my hair in a ponytail today... you know, just to try something different... do you think it's pretty?"

• that knife situation when they first become a li? yeah, expect a lot more of that. they try to stop and settle for just being really mean or something instead of knife threats when they realize that getting sent to the office or getting sent home often means they cant see whoever's trying to get into your pants for the rest of the day, but its 90% impulse.

• when they have sex with you they lean into marking you with their cum. almost overstimulates themself trying to make sure their smell is on you. shoots a load into/stuffs themself with your underwear when they get the chance so you have to walk around with the feeling of their slick against you all day.

• on that note, overstimulates you too. deep down they feel a little guilty for pretending they dont hear you when you tell them to slow down or that its too much. a relieved grin tugs at their lips when they make you feel so good that you cant speak well enough to protest anymore. youll look back on this happily soon, theyre sure. that they pleasured you so much more than anyone else would bother to.

• hickeys EVERYWHERE thats the easiest way for them get their fix of claiming you without ACTUALLY hurting you (although that can be compromised just a little if theyre pushed over the edge).

• deeper eyebags from how often theyre just. in hysterics. sobbing

• gets a fixation on carving your name into themself. subtly tries to get you to see it, partially so youll see how devoted they are.

• tries to put a little more effort into their appearance. maybe putting on a little makeup, wearing more accessories... unless you dont like that of course. you like it, right?

• if they get desperate enough the night visits dont stop at them just cumming on your face. every now and then theyll get brave enough to give you oral or lightly hump against your sleeping body.

• their collection of things they pick up after you gets a little insane. if they cant have you, anything that has you on it will have to do. at least you cant take that away from them.

• lots of praise when you do give them affection or feed into them being possessive. may even spoil you to the best of their ability.

• half the time theyre a lot less receptive to when you reject them. like sometimes instead of crying they just blankly smile at you because since your actual answer would be just enough to send them into a breakdown at that moment, the you in their head answered them with just what they wanted to hear.

#kylar the loner #dol #degrees of lewdity

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 1 year

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SFW Alphabet - Chishiya Edition

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): Chishiya deals with emotions on his own way and struggles a lot with them. Having that in count he is not super affective towards you.

His own way on showing affection is by helping you with anything without expecting something in return of by giving you some words of advice but these usually are cold (but he is trying).

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Chishiya would be your lay back and sarcastic friend. The smartest of the group but the lazyest of them. Do you want adivce? He will tell you the truth about whatever you are asking. And WILL consider the rest "stupid" but in a less serious way. He cares about his friends and can see in what they are great (but not voice it).

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Being honest, no. Chishiya its not a cuddler at all. He wont initiate it, you will have to do it. He melts thought when you do so he will stay and cuddle as long as you want. Likes to be the big spoon or having part of you laying on his chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settle down....not interested, at least not for like 4 years into the relationship. He needs to be sure he truly loves you and that you can tolerate living with him for the rest of your life. So you two may try living together first.

Chishiya is a cleaning freak (like Levi from attack of titan lol). He will desinfect the house/aparment one time per week. He is a doctor he knows having a clean space its a big part of staying healthy.

The cooking part its all yours, he works long hours, will love to be home to a fresh meal waiting for him. He will do the dishes, he needs to see for himself that are in fact clean.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Cold, harsh, no sweet words. Chishiya will just plain tell you how things are not working and walk off. He might tell you what is not working but thats it.

Personally i consider Chishiya someone who does not want to be hurt by others so he prefers to take distance than to risk his own feelings.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Give him 5 years into the relationship, show him how you can put up with him and one day you will have him asking you to marry him. He will go all for it, taking you to some vacation and asking you there.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

From a 0 to 10.....4, at the start at least. And im talking about emotionally Chishiya, with the pass of time it can go up to 8, because its you.

Physically its a 1 at the start and a 7 at the end.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Not the biggest fan but cant denied how good it feels when you hug him by suprise. His hugs are short timed and with a bit of distance between you two. He prefers to take your hand on his than to hug you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Will take him a lot of time and maybe you will have to wait 2 years to heart it. You will say it first thats for sure. However, even if he does not say it he does love you but shows it in different ways.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Chishiya its actually a jealous person when it comes to his S/O. Does not like when others gets too close to them. Part of it comes from his insecurities on you seeing others as better partners in comparation to himself. He knows your S/O does like when you show them you care so he will stand besides you and casually ask you who the person is and presenting himself as your boyfriend.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Chishiya kisses are slow when he feels tired of everything, he leans into you and stays there, with his eyes close. His hands will roam your body. Other times are little pecks around your face because he knows you like these as well. When he has to go to work he will give you a quick kiss.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Well, he might want one. One boy, but he prefers if said kid took more of your personality than his.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?): Chishiya wakes up in time and will be the one waiking you up. He may stay for a bit looking at your sleepy form but wont ever says he does it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Since he is a doctor and may do night shifts you may have to sleep alone, he will send you a text telling you to go and sleep, that he will be later or telling you how they got an emergency and he has to stay. When Chishiya does stay at home during nights he will mostly pass on his office reading different books or in bed (he has reading glasses personal hc). When falling asleep he will let himself be hug by you with a tiny smile on his face.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

SLOWLY. As the relationship goes on he will start to open to you more. He does not like to talk about himself so he will start by basic things as favorite activities to do, his favorite color/animal. When you start to give him more personal information of yourself he will do the same, but not during the same conversation. In fact when he reveals things of himself is a suprise for both of you (but he does not show it), he feels good about being able to tell you about himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Chishiya has a great patience. So great you may think he will never get angry. But thats not the case, he is just too logical and knows about what to get angry about and about what not. When he is angry he wont show it and will try to get a logical way to solutionate it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

THIS MAN HAS GREAT MEMORIE.

He will not only remember importants dates but small details too, bad or good oned. He keeps tabs on your favorite place to eat, how you dont like a specific thing because the first time you did a "this sucks face". Dont try to get him by "that day..." because he remember that day perfectly.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

That one time you two went to the cinema to see a cliche movie and you ended sleeping on his shoulder (he ate your popcorn).

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is protective by having you on his side all the time (talking about Borderlands) and giving you instructions to keep you alive.

In the real world he does not get that worried but will (with your consent) put an app to locate your phone just in case something happens.

Chishiya does not want to get protected physically but mentally. You reassuring him that he is a good human and person its enought to put him in a good mood.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates: he is very simple but will try to take you to places he knows you will like. Usually quiet placed so you two can talk.

Anniversaries: Will get you two the best place to have dinner because he knows how much you aprecciate it when he does.

Gifts: wont gift you a lot of things but rather things with meaning. Sometimes a meaning that only you two know.

Everyday tasks: i said it, he will keep the house very clean and thats it. If he knows you have things at home that you prefer not to be moved or touched then he will respect that.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not telling you when he is angry/sad. He feels vulnerable talking about it so he will hide them by being sarcastic or avoiding the topic.

Sometimes he wont take your reasons to be angry seriously because in his logical mind it just does not make sense.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He does not care at all. He belives look influence society and how humans work and respond to centrain things so he passes over it. Chishiya will look more into personality than looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If you two date for long time, yes. You are his emotional support and pillar.

If you two dated shortly then no.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He sees plushies as stupid gifts but when you got him one (the cheshire cat) he does not let anyone touch it. Its on his bed or office as a reminder of you. (He felt asleep with it once).

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general a partner how does not respect his time and has no patience to date him. He knows he can be hard but also needs to see you trying. Being very affectionate to him with just...one month of dating? Yes he is HARD but have patience. He may take your hand by reflex one day and keep doing it afterwards.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?

Coming home at 6-7 in the morning, get a shower, then breakfasy/dinner alone or with you if you are awake, then go direclty to bed.

If he gets home by 8pm or 10pm is the same, he may try and see a movie or read a book but falls sleep quickly.

#alice in borderland #aibedit #imawa no kuni no alice #aib #chishiya #aib imagine #chishiya x reader #alice in borderland x reader

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blanketorghost · 6 months

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SIDE A:

I fell in love with the ideal person But as you can see They had to go And it is the love that tore apart my entire heart and soul When holding hands, In the park we kissed and tears fell On fallen rose petals And, sadly, they told me so: "I have to leave, And it's not because of me, my heart lies with you All the love of my insides, my chest and my soul I know one day I will return."

SIDE B:

It was you who said goodbye And yet tears run down your cheeks If you are going to erase even the memory of yesterday like this, That's enough. Just smile for me. I sing and sing about love, one that's out above the clouds But I can't see it with my clouded mind No, no, we talk and talk about those regrets that grow day by day, and as the night swarms We forgive each other but there's no meaning to it.

SO HEY UH. LIL SNEAK PEEK OF THEIR BREAKUP ARC???

TW: for mention of underaged sex (??? only adding this just in case bc it all depends if you think their bio ages are counting their bdays during the school year the main story takes place so they'd be 17/18 respectively but I consider them to be before the school year so they'd be 18/19)

ANYWAYS HI

I decided to make their breakup so specifically heartbreaking i myself choke up a little when I imagine the scenes I'll have to write (I'll definitely cry)

So uh.

The inevitable happens and Yuu has to leave. The days leading up to his leaving date things are very tense between them. A lot of their conversations are thinly veiled arguments about Azul wanting Yuu to stay and Yuu telling him he has to leave even though he doesn't want to. Azul thinks that he's making excuses and wants him to admit that he values his life on earth more than their relationship─ Yuu just wants Azul to understand that he has way too many responsibilities and life issues he needs to tie up before he can even think about running away with him to another dimension where he has nothing to his name and could slow Azul's progress down (It also doesn't help that Yuu never actually tells Azul just how famous and influential he is on earth). Yuu also thinks that they could try making a long distance relationship work since Idia and Ortho are working on ways to allow Yuu to reliably travel since they've already managed to make phones work, but Azul is very against long distance because he thinks Yuu would fall out of love if Azul isn't physically there to be of use to Yuu. They always get out of these fights by apologizing and just expressing how sad they are they can't be together but they ultimately never decide on anything. It's actually so stress inducing for everyone because they were in their whole honeymoon phase before this.

There's a whole going away party the day before Yuu leaves and even though it's fun, everything is very bittersweet and I even have this cute scene where Grim asks to go to sleep on Yuu's bed like how they did before Ramshackle was fixed up pre ch.3 🥺

BUT ANYWAYS before the Grim scene, Azul texts Yuu to come to his room in Ramshackle (Yuu often gifts the dorm's spare rooms to friends including Azul ofc) so they can talk about what they're going to do. Yeah well the conversation gets derailed and they end up having sex for the first time as like a way of Yuu physically trying to show Azul that he will love him forever no matter what //sobs

Thats when Grim barges in after they're done and asks for Yuu to sleep over. With Azul's permission he goes and sleeps with Grim but he still feels guilty because they did something very intimate together and if able he would've wanted to spend the night with Azul instead. Yuu ofc can't say no to Grim because he also loves him a lot, though.

In the morning then Yuu wakes up and makes breakfast for Azul as like a way to apologize for not staying over+ maybe make up and talk more about what they'll do?? but when he goes over to Azul's room he finds out that Azul left even earlier in the morning and broke up with him through LETTER.

So uhm yeah Yuu is obviously very heartbroken about all this but he tries to keep a strong face for his friends since he is literally leaving today and doesn't want anyone to feel even worse than they are rn. All while Yuu is giving his goodbyes, he doesn't see Azul and thinks he just dipped and won't say goodbye in person. But Azul actually does go at the last second and they say goodbye, trying to leave their relationship in amicable terms despite everything and despite they're both crying like babies. But then Yuu kisses his forehead tells him he LOVES HIM so Azul decides to play the bad guy and say goodbye to him for good.

Obviously he eventually regrets that decision but in the meantime,

here we are

also fun fact!! Yuu's vc is Symag (alongside others- im trying to catch a vibe) and this SONG in Yuu's canon he actually writes it after their break up so legit this song is about Azul in Yuu's universe BYE

#art stuff #twisted wonderland #fanart #yuu fujisaki #doodles #twst oc #twst yuu #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #azul x yuu #azul x mc #azul x oc #azuyuu #yuuazu #ghost rambles

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starbright349 · 3 months

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He's Gone (Adam X Wife Reader)

This is kinda my AU. I'm going to call it, 'Family Is Everything' (I'm still working on the name), where Adam's 2 sons, Cain and Abel managed to get into Heaven with their father, after Eve (The boys' mother) left them for Lucifer.

Losing Eve to Lucifer took a huge toll on Adam and their 2 sons, Cain and Abel. Adam just couldn't cope with the fact that his second wife, the mother of his children, left them for a demon. They were both so young when it happened (Maybe 4-6) (Thats what I like to think)

Things didn't get any better when Adam had to raise his children on his own. He wasn't a good father to them and would often forget who's who sometimes. Adam's family was in a broken state, and was headed for the direction of Hell, where Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve lived.

In a desperate attempt to save the first man's family. Heaven decided to create another woman. Adam's third and final wife (Y/N), but this time, Heaven took it slowly with her. She was created on Earth, but before she was introduced to Adam and his sons, she was taught by no-one other than the Seraphim, Sera herself.

She taught (Y/N) everything there was to know about Earth, and Sera even told her about Adam a few times.

(Y/N) was nothing but excited to meet Adam for when the time came. Even if he sounded like a complete jerk. She was always in a playful and joyful mood, and thanks to Sera's teachings, she was very smart and could solve a lot of problems in mere minutes, she was also taught to be faithful, and was well aware of Adam's past wives.

On the day that the 2 were supposed to finally meet, Sera told Adam, that he needed to take things slow with (Y/N), and if things didn't work out between them, Adam would remain as a single father for the rest of his life.

Luckily, he actually managed to listen for once, and took things slow with (Y/N), despite him being hesitant with her. "Hey, I'm Adam." He said as he waved at her shyly. (Y/N) smiled and waved back. "Hi! I'm (Y/N), but you can call me (N/N) if you like." (Y/N) extended her hand to Adam who was looking at it hesitantly. "It's so nice to finally meet you after all this time Adam. I have a great feeling that we will get along just fine." (Y/N) said with her best smile.

Adam did have to admit, (Y/N) was fricken' adorable. Hot even. The temptation he had to fuck her senseless was powerful, but he didn't want to lose her by scaring her off, possibly the last woman/wife he would ever receive until he died. So reluctantly, he took (Y/N)'s hand and shook it, as he promised himself to try and take it slow.

The 2 became acquaintances for the first few weeks, just casually seeing each other, then they became friends, by getting to know each other more and more. Then best friends, with them being inseparable, then started to have feelings for each other, they even confessed at the same time, and lastly, they became lovers.

Adam even felt like it was time for (Y/N) to finally meet his sons when they got together. But had the feeling that Cain and Abel wouldn't like (Y/N), since she wasn't their mother.

And his feelings were correct, Cain and Abel didn't like (Y/N) one bit, even though she had made them beautiful flower crowns with the finest flowers she could find in the garden, cooked them their favorite meals and treats, and showered them in love and attention.

Cain and Abel thought of (Y/N) as an evil demon, who was trying to ruin their family, since they did want their parents to get back together. Even though Adam had tried to talk to his sons' multiple times, they didn't listen.

Once (Y/N) learned about Cain and Abel's desire for their parents to get back together, she sat both of them down and explained that she was not trying to replace their mother, but rather be there for them, care for them, and to help them through their most difficult times.

That was all Cain and Abel wanted to hear, they started to like (Y/N) after that. Adam was beyond proud and relieved that his sons were warming up to (Y/N), he would sometimes even walk in on them playing fun games with each other that (Y/N) created.

He would never admit it, but he thought it was adorable.

But when Adam saw (Y/N) putting Cain and Abel to bed and kissing top of their heads, telling them how much she loved them. Adam then knew now that he wanted to marry (Y/N) more than ever, and she would be a good mother to his children, and he did just that. They both got married after 2 years of dating, and (Y/N) was officially a stepmother to Cain and Abel.

Even after Adam and (Y/N) got married, he still wasn't a good father, so (Y/N) basically had to raise them. But despite this, she was a great mother to Cain and Abel, loving them like they were her own, and a wonderful wife to Adam. Not because of all the amazing things that she would do for them, but because she made them better.

Once they all died, they went to Heaven, and that's when things had become a little bit easier with Adam's family. They would get along well, and were a perfectly happy family.

Heck. Adam even became less of an asshole when (Y/N) was around.

(NGL sometimes Sera would do the 'I wonder what (Y/N) would think about this behavior' whenever he misbehaves, that would get his attention)

After a few thousand years of being in Heaven, things got even better for Adam and his sons when (Y/N) told them that she was pregnant with Adam's third child.

He was beyond happy to hear that (Y/N) was having his baby, he would get to be a father again, and (Y/N) would be the mother. Cain and Abel were also excited to have a new baby brother or sister to play with.

Things were doing well for (Y/N)'s first trimester, Adam and the boys were setting up the nursery for the new baby to arrive. (Y/N) was thinking about names and was doing everything to keep herself healthy during the pregnancy.

But... in the middle of her second trimester, (Y/N) found out about Adam's job, he goes down to Hell and kills sinners. (Y/N), Cain, and Abel were in the courtroom when they found out.

Once the trial was over, (Y/N) grabbed the boy's arms, and flew out of the room, while Adam went after them. "(Y/N), boys! Wait!"

(Y/N) didn't listen and flew all the way home, holding her stepsons' hands. (Y/N) slammed the door open as she stomped inside of the house "Babe, just listen, I can explain." (Y/N) looked at Adam, "There is nothing to explain Adam! Those are human souls you are killing down there. And you do it for what? A thrill?"

(Y/N) was about to walk out of the room with Cain and Abel, but Adam grabbed (Y/N)'s shoulder and turned her around, forcing her to look at him. That's when (Y/N) let go of her children's hands and the married couple, had their first fight.

It went on for what felt like hours, Cain and Able were still in the room while the two fought. Adam noticed this, and angrily told them to go to their rooms, "You both go to your rooms, NOW!" (Y/N) snaped back at her husband's words. "Don't talk to them like that!"

The boys got so scared that they went over to (Y/N) and gripped at her robe for comfort, she noticed this and rubbed their heads gently. "It's okay boys, it's okay." The fight between the first man and his wife had gotten so heated; that Adam's mouth had spoken before his mind could.

"I don't even know why you care about them so much, they aren't your children, and I bet that you'll love that little unborn shit more than them when it arrives!" Adam said those words in a blind rage, but it hit (Y/N) like a ton of bricks.

The room stayed silent as Adam was rethinking on what he had just said, he wanted to apologize to her, but it was too late, and the damage was already done.

"Babe... I-I didn't mean to-" "How dare you." (Y/N) held her sons by their heads gently, rubbing them with her soft hands. "How dare you say that when I have been raising your children since your second wife left you!" Adam was in shock, (Y/N) didn't like bringing up his previous wives and rarely ever spoke about them.

"I have been there for them since we got together, I have been there for every birthday, school performance, their sporting events, I have broken up many sibling fights, I even stopped one of your sons from killing the other!"

Cain and Able winced at the time Cain tried to kill his brother because he was jealous of him, and he would have actually succussed at it if it weren't for (Y/N) coming in and stopping him in time.

"So, don't you tell me how that I don't love them when you have never even bothered to show up for anything in their lives." (Y/N) began to tear up. "And this kind of behavior makes me wonder if you will be there for our baby when they arrive."

Adam also began to tear up, everything that (Y/N) had said was true; he didn't know his kids at all, he didn't know what their likes and dislikes, how they were doing in school, their friends, hobbies. He didn't know anything about them, and with his third on the way; would he also do the same thing?

After the fight, (Y/N) and the boys left the room. She then packed up her and her stepsons' things and left the house with them, to stay with the Seraphim's: Sera, her old mentor, and Emily, the boy's friend. Adam said and did nothing to stop them, he thought that it was for the best to give them space and he needed some time to think about his actions.

*A month later*

(Y/N) and Adam hadn't seen nor spoken to each other since the fight, he thought that his marriage was over, and that he would lose another wife. Even though he may not show it, he loved his family with all of his heart and would do anything to save them. That was the main reason why he took the job as the leader of the angels; to keep his family out of harm's way.

Adam decided to make a plan on telling (Y/N) and the boys that once the extermination was over and he came back to Heaven, but Sera had decided to do the same thing.

As (Y/N) was making Cain and Abel's lunches while they played outside with Emily, Sera came into the kitchen to speak with (Y/N).

"(Y/N), I know that this isn't the best time, but we must talk about Adam while the children are not here." (Y/N) sighed and clenched her fists tightly, and without looking at Sera she spoke.

"There is nothing to talk about, my husband is a crazy man with a blood thirsty demon inside him, he kills souls in Hell and has little to no remorse over it!"

(Y/N) says as she sticks the sharp end of the knife, she was holding in the cutting board that was Infront of her. Sera then puts her hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders, "I understand that. No-one likes it when they people they love keep secrets from them."

Sera then looks out the window and see's the boy's and Emily, playing games with each other. Sera frowns and looks down at (Y/N).

She then reveals the reason why she decided to let the exterminations happen, and why Adam took on the role as Leader of the exorcist Angels.

(Y/N) listened in silence, but once Sera finish. (Y/N) held her hands over her heart. "He...He took on that role... to protect us?" (Y/N) was almost about to tear up, but Sera lifted her chin to force her to look at her.

"Adam may not show it, but he loves you and the boys more than life itself. I've seen it." Sera said. (Y/N) that she wasn't lying, she then remembered all the times that Adam would make time for his family, he would cancel a lot of his consents just to be with them.

All the times Adam would make (Y/N) breakfast in bed to make her feel special, sometimes he would stay home from work to take care of Cain and Abel whenever one of them got sick.

"I-I never thought of it that way, maybe I should apologize." Sera agreed (but only if he apologized first)

That same day, (Y/N) went Infront of the pearly gates, waiting for Adam to return to their celestial home.

Once the day was almost over, the exorcist Angel's returned to Heaven, but as (Y/N) was searching for her husband. He was nowhere to be found, she called for him, flew around the exorcists to look for him.

But he was nowhere to be found. (Y/N) then saw Lute. Adam's best lady friend and second in command, (Y/N) rushed to her, only to see that Lute looked badly hurt and was missing an arm.

"Lute!" (Y/N) yelled as she ran to her. Lute looked at (Y/N) with a worried look. "Lute. Where is my husband? Where's Adam, I can't find him."

Lute looked at (Y/N) and was about to tear up, but she just handed her a halo. She was confused but took it anyway, "Lute. Where is he?"

Lute looked to the floor as tears streamed down her face. And all she could say, in the nicest possible way. "He's gone."

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aurora1040 · 3 months

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Life with Chronic Fatigue

Your brain wakes up. Your eyes are still closed and the mere thought of opening them is too much to really consider- but you've been asleep the whole day already, and thats why you even try thinking about how you need to open your eyes.

Eyes still shut, you take inventory of your body. Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Do you need to expell bodily waste? So far, not hungry. Mouth is dry, so probably thirsty. And you probably need to pee, but its not an emergency- and you count that last one a good thing because you are already taking stock of the rest of your body.

How do your arms feel? Like lead. Too heavy and almost feels vaguely swollen- actually, that feeling extends to your wrists- hands- fingers... and apparently to your shoulders, too. Hmm.

What about your legs? The leadened feeling here starts at the base of your hips, right where the tailbone is, amd it travels down. The vague swollen feeling starts at the top of your calf.

The thought of even twitching a muscle is like an up hill battle, so you switch to the only thing that is moving: Your chest and lungs. Even here, its as if there is a weight om your chest. Breaths are shallow. Steady. Sleep is calling to drag you back under, but you, as tempted to by its siren call as you are, resist. Remaining as aware of the sensations in you and the feel of your breathing and the sounds of what is beyond yourself as you can be.

You lay there, still unable to bring yourself to move, still trying to convince your body to breathe even a little more deeply than it has been.

Who knows how much times passes before, finally, you feel your chest expand a little more- finally, a sign that that the body might actually let you win the war against the siren of sleep... but you still have a long way to go. You still havent achieved even one full breath of air yet. Those breaths, tho expanded, are still very shallow. You still feel that weight on your chest and your eyes are still unwilling to open for you. Who knows how much more time will pass in this state as you continue to fight to just exist.

Eventually, air fills your lungs. You are in full control of your breathing in this moment. The weight that was on your chest has finally lifted and suddenly you find, yes, your eyes are ready to be flickered open. A glimmer of hope of winning this fight shows itself- but its still a mere glimmer.

You still feel your extremities feel too heavy and still slightly swollen. You still cant make yourself twitch a muscle yet. But with each deep, air filled breath, you can feel that heaviness begin its slow retreat.

First, the heaviness begins to leave your shoulders. Another sign that you are turning the tide of the war in your favor- but the heaviness still holds your arms and hands hostage. You cannot yet move them despite winning your shoulders back.

More unspecified time passes until, suddenly, the air filled lungs have managed to awaken a deep seated mechanism- suddenly you can feel your muscles awaken almost all at once, followed by an involuntary stretch of them all at once.

The last thing to awake are your fingers amd neck. But waking those up is suddenly so much easier to do, to fathom. Now if you had to, you can finally turn over. Or pulls the blanket back up over your shoulder. Or check your phone.

And yet..... despite being finally physically awake.... sitting up is still too hard a task to do. All you can do is either wait it out or hope for an emergency response to something outside yourself. The important thing is that you are finally in control of the body again. You can do something, however small it may be. And for a lot of us, that something is checking our phone, scrolling social media, maybe texting. But its something to stimulate our minds, to keep us conscious, to keep us awake lest we fall back to sleep before we can function beyond the bed we lay on.

You pass hours in this state before you are finally able to consider sitting up not too impossible a task to do.... its a task just to do, so you rest sitting on the side of your bed, idly wondering if your feet are awake enough to handle being stood upon. You arent even looking at your phone or anything. All you do is just stare past the floor and breathe as you re-evaluate your condition every passing second to see if you are ready to stand.

Minutes pass. it's probably been 15 before you finally decide if youre too fatigued to try this or not. On your bad days, this is the point where you just lay back down and resign yourself to more hours in bed. On a good day, you finally convinced yourself you can handle standing up.

Once youre standing, you can finally care for your physical needs- food, water, bathroom. Which order depends on its pressing importance. It also depends on how foggy your brain is to successfully complete more than one of these tasks.

God forbid if you have an appointment on a bad day. Wrangling enough energy to call and cancel an appointment when you cant even sit up or get something to eat or drink is like pulling teeth. And God forbid you have an actual job you have to go to every day with no breaks for hours om emd- no, 15 minutes does not count as a break. No, an hour lunch does not count as a break. Not when you have chronic fatigue. You need at LEAST two hours, minimum, just to recover and function at the minimum- not even at work functional, just to be functional enough to exist at all.

That. Is what chronic fatigue is. Its not laziness or sleep all day. Its a daily fight just to exist at the barest minimum. Social media isnt a time waster, its our only real way of connecting with the world beyond ourselves. It is our life line. It is necessary appointments that keep getting canceled or rescheduled or pushed back because we physically could not make ourselves get there in the first place to even get the medicine or treatments we need to improve. Its being physically incapable of getting outside to exercise or get vitamin D to get stronger or happier in the first place. Its being physically incapable of making yourself prepare a meal and so when you do get up, all you can eat are chips or cheese or crackers or peanut butter. Never together. just the one ingredient, because putting ingredients together is also a task too difficult to do.

Chronic Fatigue is more than exhaustion. Its more than depression. Its physical as much as it is mental. It is hard work and battling it only makes you more fatigued in a vicious, vicious cycle.

#chronic fatigue syndrome #chronic illness #chronic fatigue #chronically ill #depression #mentally exhausted #exhaustion #long post

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hello Maddy hope you are doing well so,

The reader is a hashira (she/her) ,like shinobu and after a hashira meeting she asks her if she is angry and obviously shinobu is confused and tries to play dumb but the reader tells her that she doesn't have to rely on plastic smiles all the time(around her/={reader} if you wanna make it specific), after a mission the reader got injured killing an upper moon?(demon in general idm) shinobu takes care of her and opens up and trust the reader. (maybe they become lovers in the near future? idk thats up to you really).

Thank you for your time

False Smile

Shinobu Kochou x She/ Her Reader

A/N: Hope you are doing well too, and I hope you like how it turned out! Word Count: 1,730

“Are you angry about something?”

“Excuse me?”

Shinobu put on her best smile, turned to look behind her and blinked with exaggerated slowness.

“Are you angry? Upset about something?” (Y/n) rephrased, catching up to Shinobu in a few quick steps, hands clasped behind her back.

(Y/n) had only joined their ranks recently and Shinobu’s patience was already thinning. (Y/n) seemed nice, she was dependable, but much too attentive. Every time Shinobu felt eyes on her, nine times out of ten it was (Y/n) scrutinizing her in the most innocent way possible. It unnerved Shinobu a bit, to be watched so closely. And for what? Apparently, (Y/n) chose only after this particular Hashira meeting to disclose what her wandering eyes observed.

“Not that I know of.” Shinobu giggled behind her fist, “What made you think to ask such a question?”

(Y/n) walked ahead of Shinobu, turning on her feet to walk backwards in front of her path. She rested her left elbow in her right hand, thoughtfully taping her chin with her free hand.

“Hmm, I guess it would be because your smiles always seem so… forced?” She cocked her head to the side as she observed Shinobu further, “Like right now! You’re smiling but I get the feeling that you are actually annoyed, are you?”

“No.” Shinobu curtly replied. “But perhaps I will be if you keep staring at me so intently.”

“Oh!” (Y/n) exclaimed, looking a bit contrite. “Sorry, I guess I have been staring a lot, huh?”

Yes Shinobu, turn the focus back on her. See how she likes it.

“At first, I’ll admit I couldn’t keep my eyes away from you because you are so beautiful, but the longer I looked, the more I saw, you know?”

Shinobu’s smile twitched, but held. What a straightforward line of reasoning! Who would ever so casually admit such a thing? Well, Mitsuri would, but she would at least have the self-awareness to be a little flustered when admitting such things.

“I think you have something within you that you’re trying to keep buried, but it’s waring on you.” (Y/n) astutely shared. “You should let loose a little more. Let people really know what you’re thinking instead of hiding behind false smiles.”

“(L/n)-san, we haven’t known each other very long. I believe you are reading too much into things.”

Shinobu couldn’t believe (Y/n) got all that from simply staring at her a handful of times at spread out meetings. But she supposed if Tanjirou could literally smell it on her, then anything was possible.

“Mm, I don’t think so, see here?” She asked, tapping a spot on Shinobu’s forehead near her hairline that she certainly could not see.

“You have this vein right here. I think a science-y person like you would call it a supratrochlear vein. It kind of bulges when you hear troubling or aggravating things. And here,” (Y/n) traced her finger down to Shinobu’s jaw, “you hold a lot of tension here. I see you clench your jaw quite often.”

Shinobu grabbed (Y/n)’s hand before she could move it somewhere else and pulled it downward. She didn’t know what to do with her face. She felt like any face she made, (Y/n) would decipher it with ease. She could feel her mask slipping, so she had to disengage quickly. The thought of someone seeing her, really seeing her, frightened her.

“Stare at someone long enough, and you’ll come up with all kinds of theories I’m sure. I really must be on my way now, (L/n)-san. I challenge you not to watch me walk away.”

Shinobu lips stretched so far, they hurt and then she let go of (Y/n)’s hand and power walked past her. She hoped that (Y/n) would take the very obvious hint that she was not interested in continuing the conversation.

“Okay, I won’t look!” (Y/n) covered her eyes with her hands and turned around, not that Shinobu would look back to notice anyway. “And in return, I challenge you, to be more genuine with your expressions! It’s not good to keep all that negative emotion inside you know.”

“If that ever happens I’ll keep that in mind!” Shinobu allowed herself a small scowl as she continued to walk away.

She had buried those feelings and they would stay buried. A virtual stranger such as (Y/n) would never make her crack. She was determined for it to be true.

But (Y/n) had weaseled her way into her mind after that interaction, burrowing deep down where Shinobu would be sure not to forget.

***

Shinobu came to expect (Y/n)’s eccentrics now, nearly a year into her tenure as a Hashira. Every Hashira had their own oddities, (Y/n) was no different. She just wished her attention wasn’t always reserved for her.

However, as time went by, Shinobu grew more familiar with her and even grew to find her attentiveness oddly charming. It became a bit of a game to Shinobu. She adapted to (Y/n)’s observations and fine-tuned her ability to act coy.

Still, (Y/n) persisted. Always asking Shinobu how she was doing, if there was anything she wanted to talk about. Shinobu could admit that she was sweet, but she refused to waiver.

That changed early one morning when the Kakushi came thundering through the mansion with (Y/n), critically injured after encountering an Upper Moon. Shinobu worked tirelessly to save her life, all the while her blood boiled.

(Y/n) had established a place for herself in Shinobu’s life. Someone who really took note of all that she did and cared for her health like no one else thought to. Someone who had been slowly eroding her walls, building her trust. If she died before Shinobu could tell her what she really felt, she might just die right along with her. Luckily, (Y/n) survived. And when she finally decided to wake up, Shinobu would give her a piece of her mind just like (Y/n) always dreamed she would. Be careful what you wish for and all that.

When she received word that (Y/n) was waking, she abruptly left Aoi to finish weighing and dividing her powdered roots. Kakushi scrambled out of her way, unused to the dark aura she carried spilling out so visibly. To some of the more seasoned Kakushi, it felt as if they were brought into the past before the death of the precious Flower Hashira.

“Privacy please.” Shinobu gritted out once she arrived. The Kakushi that were in the room scattered like cockroaches and in a matter of seconds, they were alone.

(Y/n) was in a reclined position in the cot, head turned towards Shinobu, tired eyes on her as always, and still as warm and observant as ever.

“Kochou-san, hello!”

“Hello?” Shinobu grumbled. “Hello?!”

“Oh,” (Y/n) smiled despite the anger rolling off of Shinobu in waves, “Finally letting loose I see.”

Shinobu shot forward, gripping (Y/n)’s infirmary issued button-up tightly in her hands, not to hurt her, but to make sure she had all of (Y/n)’s attention. As if she didn’t always have it to begin with.

“Yeah, take a good long look. Are you satisfied?” Shinobu allowed her voice to raise, her carefully cultivated mannerisms falling away.

“You poked and you poked at me, tearing apart my façade no matter how many times I build it back up. And then when I feel like I might be staring to trust you, you nearly get yourself killed!”

“I- I’m sorry.” (Y/n) was taken aback. She knew Shinobu was holding a lot in, but getting a front row seat to the floodgates being released was more overwhelming than she would have imagined.

“You had better be!” Shinobu removed her hands from (Y/n)’s shirt only to pinch her cheeks instead.

“Ow! Kochou-san, that hurts!” (Y/n) whined, gripping Shinobu’s wrists.

Shinobu let go of her cheeks and (Y/n) rubbed her tender face. Shinobu was not done with her yet, however.

“There’s more where that came from if you ever scare me like that again!” Shinobu huffed and then she took a moment to massage her forehead before looking up at (Y/n) again. She was still fuming, but her actions going forward were a lot more gentle.

***

Over the next few weeks, Shinobu was in charge of (Y/n)’s recovery training and she did not go easy on her at all, but when she did allow (Y/n) to rest, they shared some of the most genuine conversations they ever had.

Shinobu’s initial break from character has subsided and she became the image that people expected from her once again, but she did open up to (Y/n) more. She would share about herself and (Y/n) would do the same in return. It was nice to have someone to talk to about all of her pain without having to worry about being perceived as weak.

When (Y/n) was ready to go back to duty, Shinobu was ashamed to say she was disappointed. She tried to act unaffected as (Y/n) packed up, but of course she noticed right away.

“No bottling, tell me what you feel.” She coaxed.

Shinobu took it one step further, she knew what she felt and she didn’t like it.

“I don’t want you to go.”

She turned away, embarrassed by how desperate she sounded in her ears, but as usual, (Y/n) didn’t think any less of her for it. (Y/n) took Shinobu’s hand and turned her back to face her.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” she leaned in to whisper near Shinobu’s ear, “I don’t want to go either.” She gave Shinobu a hug, sinking further into her when she instantly hugged her back.

“Unfortunately, we have different duties to fulfill, and I’ve been slacking on mine.” She joked. “We can try to meet up more often if you’d like. I’ll only ever be just a crow away.”

“I’ll tell En to start stretching then because I predict she will be a much busier bird from now on.”

“I have a feeling we aren’t going to be popular with our crows for much longer.” (Y/n) grinned.

Shinobu returned the smile. She wasn’t too worried about losing favor with En because she was determined that (Y/n) would be living with her before long.

It would take some convincing, but Shinobu could be persuasive. If (Y/n) wanted to see her be more honest with her feelings and how she expressed them, then that is what she would get.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho #shinobu kochou #requests #anonymous

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