#*sending a virtual sound of heartbeat*

[misssclumsy]

Bs mujhe seene se lga lo aur apni dhadkane sunne do

As a descendents of vampires i can confirm my heart doesn't beat.

#bruh 😶‍🌫️ #anon ✨ #*sending a virtual sound of heartbeat*

[nabi-hana]

VIDEO GAMES:

Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader

➪ wc: 5.2k || SFW (suggestive)

➪ warnings/tags: none except suggestive language, heavy petting, and kissing.

➪ notes: after Nami introduces you to her gang during a virtual game, your biggest fear finally came knocking at your door, meeting him in person.

"I'm so fuckin' nervous, Nami."

"Babe, you look fine. You're overreacting! That idiot is definitely gonna love what he sees, [Name]."

"What if he thinks I'm ugly? I'd be so embarrassed."

"Girl, I doubt he would. You're gorgeous. Plus, I'd beat his ass, simple."

Currently, you were in the bathroom attempting to catch your breath which resulted in failure, because your nerves were getting the best of you. You were at the hugely prominent party that one of your friends had decided to throw on a Friday night. Well, wasn't exactly randomly thrown. Precisely, you attended this party to meet a certain someone for the first time, face to face.

You already met the rest of the crew twenty minutes after you arrived, excluding Nami since she's a long-time friend of yours.

What's funny is, you had met her crew through an online game. She had asked you to come and join their lobby while they played a session because they were missing a member and needed an extra person to start their game. Over the months, she introduced you to them after adding you to their group chat. As soon as you told Luffy that your favorite food was meat, he automatically made you a member of their friend group.

At first, you were too nervous to talk into the mic so you would be muted, but once you get comfortable, you spoke with them almost every day. At times Sanji would flirt with you and ask you to send selfies of yourself so that he can shower you with compliments, describing how your voice sounded 'angelic' over the mic.

However, you never showed them your appearance because you were insecure and didn't want to be judged. You also wanted to meet them in person because you felt like you looked better in person. Nami respected your wishes and told you to only show them when you're comfortable.

You knew what most of them looked like, except a few, which included Roronoa Zoro. At first, you and Zoro didn't really interact much. It seems as though he was weary of you, or he just had trust issues. It was understandable, but you saw it as a challenge. You started pestering him in the group chat, always teasing him, which led him to directly message you for the first time.

It started out as him bluntly stating that you were very annoying, which honestly kind of hurt your feelings at first, but you would always rebuttal. You both had started arguing, throwing playful insults at each other which ultimately led him to calling you. You were astounded by it, asking him why he even dialed to call you. His statement was even more baffling,

"I just wanna hear your voice."

That text alone had your heart jumping, as butterflies fluttered inside your chest. Honestly, you didn't want to pick up. In your defense, you felt jittery because his voice was undeniably attractive. It was deep, and gruff which would always have you tingling inside whenever he did speak into the mic on the game. It was just so... sexy.

Ultimately, you did decide to pick up, and let out a soft 'Hi?'. He chuckled, making your heartbeat gradually quicken. It's as if he sensed your uneasiness and proceeded to tease you on your shyness. 

"You talk all that shit in text, but sound so innocent once you're on the phone."

"Shut yo' ass up."

"You ain't bold enough to say it in person."

Ever since then, it was like a sacred routine for the both of you to have playful arguments in direct messages and occasionally, on the phone over the months. You still get anxious whenever you hear his voice because you still aren't used to it. You just knew that he must've been an attractive person. Eventually, you did see his appearance, and lord have mercy.

You actually discovered it by looking him up one day out of curiosity. He claimed that he didn't really use social media much, but once you saw his Instagram, he had so many followers. You had no idea that he was such a popular man, dare say that he was even a celebrity figure. Matter of fact, THE WHOLE CREW was well known. You saw them in his tags, clicking on each of their profiles.

Seeing Zoro made you so self-conscious that you actually started to distance yourself from him. You were way out of his league; he was such an unbelievably attractive man. Unworldly, even. Especially when you looked through his comments when he posted his workout videos. The people were head over heels for him. The simps were horrendously down bad.

You had just... sat there. Thinking to yourself, why was Zoro even wasting his time talking to you? He doesn't even know what you look like, other than the time when Nami described your appearance to them once, yet he still seems to be so interested in conversating with you.

Unfortunately, he took notice of you ignoring him very quickly since he's an observant man. He questioned your intentions at first, which led to you both having quite an intense argument, but ultimately he respected your boundaries and left you alone.

The crew also noticed you both avoiding each other. Zoro would barely speak into the mic now but would still listen to the sound of your voice. Even though he had no clue what he did wrong, he still wanted to at least hear you talk, because it calms his nerves, soothing him. He liked you; he already came to terms with that fact internally.

You, on the other hand, were struggling.  You thought distancing yourself would've been the best thing to do yet turns out to be the worst possible decision. You felt awful because you worsened the situation and realized that you harbored feelings for him. Ignoring him was like a stab to your heart. If anything, it was a wake-up call for you. You missed him badly, and wanted to talk to him but weren't sure how to go about it.

Eventually, you stopped being a pussy and called him instead of doing it over text. Apologizing over the phone felt more authentic to you because you wanted him to know how sorry you were. You apologized, saying that you were an over-thinker and thought it was best to distance yourself from him because you discovered who he was.

In short, he was taken aback that you hadn't searched him up by now, assuming you did it the moment you heard them say his name.

"You're such a crybaby.. come on, don't cry, princess."

"I know, i'm sorry.."

You didn't cry often, but you did humiliatingly shed some tears after telling him about your insecurities and thought he wouldn't want to talk to you anymore once he discovered what you looked like. You also told him your experiences with your ex, who just so happens to be your first and only boyfriend that would comment inhumane insults about your looks. That's also why you didn't use social media as much as you used to anymore because he would belittle your looks and call you a hoe for your pictures.

He went as far as deleting them because he didn't like certain comments from people. It was honestly ridiculous, which made you think he was insecure. Nevertheless, you're glad to have left that toxic and verbally abusive relationship.

Zoro talked you through it that whole night, comforting and complimenting you, making it known for you to believe that you were breathtaking inside and out. He was such a gem, and it was a foreign feeling to you. Your last relationship ruined things for you, yet Zoro made everything so surreal and genuine. Now what were you and Zoro exactly? You weren't sure. You were both friends, but it felt so much more on your end.

You didn't want to ruin that friendship though, because you cherished him. You did attempt to bottle up your emotions, but he wasn't making it any better. He'd always have these pet names to call you, like 'princess' or 'mamas', even 'peaches.'

You weren't sure if it was intentional, but it did make your heart swell. About six months have passed since you met them, and they all wanted to meet you so badly. You finally gave in, and you all planned to meet at the party their mutual friend was having.

Since they were scattered at the party, you met them one by one, and they immediately discovered who you were whenever you threw a subtle hint at them. Luffy, literally threw himself on you, giving you the biggest hug. He knew it was you after you called him by the nickname you gave him. He was giggling so much, pushing your cheeks together in adoration. Chopper was with him, as he cried happy tears, latching himself onto your leg. Luffy was taller than you thought, surprised that he was actually taller than you.

After that, Nami guided you to Robin, who was with Franky at the time. They both literally towered over you, since they were taller than 6 feet. Franky immediately called you a shorty, also dramatically crying tears, quoting he was happy to finally meet his 'little sister'. Robin smiled warmly, as you both hugged each other. She complimented your appearance, stating that you looked absolutely breathtaking. She also whispered into your ear, saying Zoro probably wouldn't be able to control himself after he sees you. It made you blush hysterically since she knows about your crush on him.

You then met Brook, who was sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd because of his astonishing height. Of course, he automatically asked to see your panties, which resulted in you smacking him. Nevertheless, he laughed loudly and hugged you tight, complimenting your appearance by calling you angelic. He was one of the members of the crew that you related to so much since you both loved music and had similar tastes. He would even send you his music playlists, asking for your opinions on the workpiece.

When you saw Sanji, he didn't realize it was you at first. He was in the kitchen, cooking meals for the party since the host's main chef abandoned his cooking. The first thing he had done was obviously flirt with you, calling you a beautiful maiden, asking for your hand in marriage. You giggled at the gesture, shaking your head to refuse the proposal. When he asked for your name, you simply told him to guess it. Randomly, he chuckled saying your name, thinking it couldn't possibly be you until you smiled at him, not answering.

"...[Name]?"

He was so bewildered at your beauty, immediately having a heavy nosebleed then and there. It was so bad that he was literally drenched in it. You did indeed help him, leading him to the nearest bathroom. You felt bad for him, but it was honestly hilarious how much of an effect you had on him.

By chance, when you came back to check on him, Usopp was there helping him clean himself up. Usopp already knew what you looked like because of a dare that was made in the group chat. Plus, you considered Usopp to be one of your best friends since you two had instantly clicked the moment you spoke with them on the game. He paused for a second, blinking as he flickered his eyes between you and Sanji, then solely resting his eyes on you.

"Oh my god, [Name]!"

He did the same thing Luffy did, latching himself onto you, rubbing his cheek against yours as he laughed loudly. He then pulled back, staring at you once again in disbelief, before pulling you right back in to another bone-crushing hug.

"I can't believe I'm finally seeing you in person, you're so adorable!"

Hearing him call you adorable made you blush slightly, cheesing at him.

"Shut up, you're gassing me up too much."

He lets out a boisterous laugh, playing with your hair a bit, letting you part from the hug. You both spoke for a bit, catching up on everything, and explained that Zoro was looking for you even though he didn't want to admit it. You bit your lip nervously, not ready to face him. You were so nervous that you even considered going back home, but that would make you a pussy.

The only person you didn't meet yet was Zoro.

That led you to your current situation, in the bathroom exasperatedly trying to calm your nerves down, as Nami praised you and gave you some pensive encouragement.

Little did you know, Nami was planning on having you meet Zoro unexpectedly. She was informed by Robin that Zoro was upstairs in the arcade room, which was surprisingly empty after someone had passed out on the floor from losing a drinking contest with Zoro. It's a good thing that he only drank a minuscule amount, (well what HE considers small) because he promised himself that he would be sober so that he can meet you properly. Believe it or not, he was also a bit nervous. He had no idea what you looked like, not that he cared for looks anyway, making fall solely for your personality.

Your phone began to ring in your pocket, which you took out to take a look at. Robins's name flashes, and you slide it open to answer your phone.

"Hi, [Name]! you left your jacket behind when we departed, but don't worry, I have it with me. I'll hold onto it whenever you'd like to come get it. I'm upstairs inside the arcade room."

"Oh shit, thank you, Robin. I was looking for it too. I'm coming to you right now, be there in a sec."

After you hung up, you let out a sigh of relief. That jacket was expensive as fuck. You don't remember leaving it behind, but you didn't think too much on it and remained grateful that it wasn't stolen. While you were putting your phone in your pocket, you noticed Nami smirking to herself, trying to contain her laughter."

"Girl, what are you laughing at."

"Don't worry about it, go get your jacket."

"Bitch, How did you know-"

She immediately pushed you out of the bathroom, locking it up as you stumbled, catching yourself from falling. You grumbled to yourself, vowing that you'd get her back for that.

You made your way upstairs, avoiding the drunken couples that were sucking face against the walls. As you passed some rooms, you saw the sign 'Arcade Room' in huge bold letters, seeing the doors closed.

For some unknown reason, you felt chills run down your spine. Nevertheless, you opened the door, and slipped inside, shutting the door behind you. You took a quick look around, noticing how empty the place was.

'Why the fuck is it so empty in here.. usually the arcade places at parties are surrounded by people.'

"Hey, Robin? You in here?"

There was an eerie silence for a few moments, indicating that no one was there. You sighed, thinking she had left this room after growing bored. She could've at least contacted you to let you know that she was moving to another location.

Before you could turn around to leave, the door to the arcade opened, and slammed shut. It startled you, making you turn around to face whoever entered. As soon as you looked at the person, your heart dropped. You felt as if your heart was going to burst right out of your chest.

"Ah, sorry. Didn't know someone was in here."

The person who entered the room was Zoro, in the flesh. He was so breathtaking.. not only were his pictures attractive but seeing him in person was a whole nother level. The man stood tall, at around six feet, with enormous biceps. His black shirt was also unbuttoned, giving you a glimpse of his strong-toned chest, along with the long scar on his chest and endless abs. The scar on his eye complimented his appearance even more. The man was just so attractive, it made your nerves skyrocket. He also had a prominent frown on his face. He was like a walking sex god.

He must've noticed you checking him out, scowling a bit as he cleared his throat to catch your attention.

"O-Oh! Sorry.."

You immediately turned around, facing the TV in embarrassment. You shut your eyes, releasing a breath of air out of your lungs.

'Fuck, why did he have to be so damn handsome. He is way out of my league.. I'm gonna combust.'

He narrowed his eyebrows suspiciously, wondering why you were in this room in the first place. Everyone had left after the drinking contest, so there was no reason for another person to be in here. Unless you wanted to play games by yourself.

He huffed out, walking over to sit on the couch, closing his eyes to take a short rest. His eye opened a bit to take a glance at you after he noticed you not moving an inch from that spot, seemingly standing there frozen.

"Oi, you just gonna stand there all day?"

"Zoro."

Hearing his name being called from you made his wary glance deepen. It made him wonder how you know who he was. It would make sense if you knew him from the media since he was a pretty popular guy.

"Do I know you?"

You turned around, feeling his heavy gaze on your figure, as his eyes trailed up to your face. He thought you were an attractive woman, but another person was on his mind, who was quite literally standing in front of him.

"Yea, you do. You dumbass."

His eyebrow arched in confusion, having no clue who you were.

"No the fuck I don't. Where do I know you from?"

"Look at my damn clothes."

His eyes raked over your clothes, thinking back to when you had asked him what to wear for the party so that he could spot you easily.

"I better catch you wearin' that so I can find you, princess."

His eye widened, immediately jumped up onto his feet to stare intensely at you for a few seconds.

"[Name]?"

You smiled at him brightly, giggling to yourself that he finally realized who you were. It took you so much courage to even hold a regular conversation with him right now. You were still just as nervous as you were before.

"The one and only."

He was in disbelief, cursing at the fact that he was obliviously talking to you in this room. No wonder you were standing there. He felt like such an idiot. He walked over to you, which made you promptly turn around to face the TV once again. You were still nervous, but you attempted to shake them off.

"Give me a second."

He could sense that you were internally shaking, the nerves overcoming your body as he grinned, chuckling out loud. Hearing his chuckle in person made your heart jump. It was so sexy yet adorable at the same time.

He stood right behind you without you even taking notice, leaning down towards your ear to whisper a word that would cause your insides to discombobulate.

"Princess."

You gasped as he grabbed your waist, guiding you to turn around and face him, while you struggled in his grasp to resist him. He was undeniably strong, so he held you in place by force. You couldn't run away at all, even if you tried. Due to the proximity, you closed your eyes shut, not wanting to face him, to prevent yourself from doing something stupid.

"[Name], look at me."

"No way."

You shook your head in refusal, not wanting to open your eyes to look at him. Opening your eyes would make you come to terms with your feelings for him.

"Come on.." He leans down towards your face, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Open your eyes for me."

"Why should I."

"Because." This time, he places a kiss on your nose. "I wanna see how pretty your eyes are."

He continued to kiss your face gently, from your forehead to your cheek, and your nose, avoiding your lips altogether.

"You're so cute, just as I expected."

Shivers ran down your spine as one of his hands, trailed up to place onto your neck, softly gripping it as his thumb rubbed slow, soothing circles on your throat.

"Beautiful.."

Just from that, you decided to open your eyes, staring right into his. He was smiling, which is something that he rarely does. His smile was so beautiful and genuine, something you never thought you'd witness in real life. He was known to be quiet, blunt, and aggressive, but from your point of view, he's a selfless gentleman that would willingly do anything to protect the people he cared about. Your heart didn't think it could take anymore. He let go of your neck, opening his arms, gesturing for you to hug him. You wasted no time, wrapping your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your lower back, holding you flushed against his chest. You both let out a sigh, basking in the lovely moment of holding each other.

He was so warm and big, you had to stand on your tippy toes just to even hug him properly. You buried your head onto his neck, as his aroma inhaled your senses. He smelled so good, the scent was very pleasant indeed to your nostrils.

You both laughed in joy, content in the happy moment of serenity. He tipped back, lifting you slightly off the ground as he twirled around, with your laughter increasing.

"Zoro! I'm gonna get dizzy."

"But I wanna keep holding you.."

"I know, at least put me down."

Zoro looked at you for a second, seemingly in thought, until he smirked, wiggling you in his grip.

"Nah, I got a better idea."

"What-"

You let out a small squeal, as he suddenly grabbed the back of both your thighs, lifting them up to have you wrap them around his waist.

"Mhm.. much better."

You rolled your eyes at him, as he slightly lifted you up into the air to bounce you in his arms, dropping you back down again to wrap your legs around his waist firmly.

"What if somebody comes in?"

"Too fuckin' bad.” He scoffed, nipping at your neck playfully as you gasped from the sudden intrusion. “I've been waiting way too long to do this."

You laughed, poking his cheek with your pointer finger. "Didn't realize you were this affectionate."

His smile faltered, as he glared at you, airing it as a warning sign to you. His menacing look at you made you feel hot inside. Honestly, anything he did turned you on.

"Don't make me drop you, 'cause I will."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

You narrowed your eyes at him, sighing in detest. "You drop me and I'll kill yo' ass."

"Who says I wasn't gonna do that after this.." He mumbled under his breath but stopped to hold in his laughter after he sees the glare you sent his way.

"Zoro stop playin' with me."

He chuckled and ignored your empty threat, walking over to set you down onto a cleared table. He pushed your thighs apart, settling to stand in between them, as you re-wrapped your arms around his neck. For some odd reason, he was staring at you so intently, with you not being able to read his blank expression. It definitely made you nervous, since you weren't used to seeing him in person. You looked behind him, avoiding his face altogether.

"What? Am I that good looking?"

He scoffed, not wavering his intense stare. "You're gorgeous, but that's beside the point. I'm waiting."

You reverted your eyes to him, confused about what he meant by waiting. What was he even waiting for?

"Waiting for what?"

"Don't act like you don't know."

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused even more.

"I actually don't know, you moss head. Tell me."

He grunts, lifting his hand up to flick your forehead, making you flinch from the slight sting. "What you said you'd do when you first see me."

When you'd first see him?

You hummed in thought, attempting to reminisce if you ever say anything about that. The only time you ever said anything about seeing him was a few weeks ago, him teasing you that you'd pussy out on meeting him. Once he said that you got irritated, stating that you'd kiss him on the first link-up just to prove your point.

'Shit..' you were only bluffing when you said that.

He noticed your eyes widen, his smirk deepening knowing that you figured out the root of what he was talking about.

You took your arms off of his neck, folding them together once you noticed his taunting demeanor. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Nah, you know exactly what i'm talkin' about, [Name]. Don't play dumb."

"Nope. Not a clue."

His hand trailed up to reach for your chin, grabbing it sternly and tilting it towards him. His thumb was slowly rubbing circles on your chin, soothing your nerves and letting you relax. "Don't lie to me, sweetheart.."

Your heart skipped a beat, letting out a staggering breath as he leaned down towards your ear, nibbling on it gently.

"Or I'll have to punish you."

Internally, you were fighting with yourself from being in this situation, you're usually a brat towards him on the phone, but in person he was making your insides melt. Fuck, you felt disappointed in yourself with how much he was affecting you.

"Loss for words?" Letting out a laugh as he leaned back, observing the submissive look on your face. He could get used to this, satisfied with himself to see you so acquiescent and submissive just for him. Only for him. Zoro's a very possessive man, even with his own enemies.

"You're so fuckin' cute. It's driving me crazy."

"S-Shut up!"

You hated to say it, but you honestly didn't mind this. You felt like you were crazy for even admitting it in your mind because anyone being able to tame you was a hard task, even for your parents. You were known to be a brat, having a smart mouth. So to witness him having you in such a trance, was devastating to say the least.

You tried to hide your face this time, lifting your hands to cover it but he swiftly grabs them, placing them back onto his neck.

"Aw, getting all shy on me again, princess?"

You didn't respond, simply ignoring him in annoyance. If he was going to continue teasing you, then you'll just stop paying attention to it.

"You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to, I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He cups your cheek softly, squeezing the chubby cheek as he spoke to you.

"It's not that Zoro, I want to, badly even. I'm just scared to."

"You think I'm gonna do the same shit your ex did?"

Your silence clarified his answer, him sighing as he pulled you closer to him by your waist, having your legs on either side of him. You spread your legs a bit wider to adjust to his size. Zoro was huge compared to you.

"You're worth much more than to ever treated be that way. Everything about you is beautiful to me, [Name]. From the top of your head to the tip of your toes."

His eye trailed down to your plump lips, licking his lips as he resisted the urge to lean down and taste you.

"Even I don't deserve you, You're fuckin' perfect. I'll praise you every damn day just to remind you how gorgeous you are." You bit your lip from hearing those words, feeling your erratic heartbeat increase. Zoro is such a sweetheart and felt so grateful to have him in your life.

"Maybe I need to start by showing you how much I do."

You were confused by his words, opening your mouth to say something until he leaned down, his warm breath caressing your face as his lips captured yours in a gentle, sensual kiss, sending your eyes fluttering from the soothing draw of his skin against yours. His hand on the back of your head cradled you, keeping your face flushed against his.

At first, you were shocked that he was kissing you, giving it a few seconds until you started to move your lips against his, lips heavily locked. Once he felt you return the kiss, he smirks into it, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. He loves the way you taste, and now that he has gotten a taste, he's never letting you go. It was as if nothing else mattered. He poured all of his feelings and emotions into the kiss, biting your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, stroking your lips with his tongue for you to give him access, which you did. You pulled him closer, feeling his tongue brush up against yours and engulfed it completely, letting out soft moans that were swallowed up by his mouth.

As your soft hands brush along the nape of his neck and pinch at strands of his mint hair, you feel his huge calloused hands run along your thighs and waist. When Zoro roughly gripped and squeezed the round cheek of your ass, you gasped for air as his other hand started to trace intricate patterns over your back. Slowly, he moves his hand up to the front of your neck, wrapping his rough calloused hand around your smooth throat. He grips it, resulting in you letting out a small gasp as he gently sucked on your tongue.

'Damn, he know how to snatch a persons soul out just from a kiss.'

The whole thing was mind-blowing to you, this was the best kiss you ever fucking had in your life. Scratch that, best make out session too. Your ex was horrible at it, always having drools of spit, teeth clashing, and everything. He even almost bit your tongue off. Plus, he was the first person you ever kissed, so having that as a learning experience was blasphemy. This was exactly what you'd been fantasizing about ever since you first met him all those months ago when Nami first added you to the game and you couldn't believe that it was actually happening right now. It felt so surreal.

"You're so fuckin' pretty... so pretty, baby."

He whispered against your lips between the heavy kisses, the table creaking from his bruising onslaught. He wants you, needs you. Needs to see you, touch you, taste you, feel you. He grunts, stealing your breath away with every kiss. He doesn't want to be away from you, chasing after your lips after you pull away.

"I don't wanna ever make you feel insecure while you're around me. I'ma make sure you never feel that way."

He pulled back, a thin line of saliva connecting you both as it broke apart. You are panting, face flushed and blushing deeply, with your lips puffed out due to being bitten on from a heavy make-out session.

He leaned down and licked a slow stride up your neck, pampered soft kisses over your jaw until his mouth hovered over your ear.

"Now that I have you, I ain't ever letting you go."

Part 2 below:

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Wolf pack X Gn!reader prompt

Reader can’t sleep so they decided to text (your preferred characters) that they aren’t tired.

It was only soon after sent as ‘seen’ and the reader is confused why, that was until they hear a knock on their window only to see them shirtless.

Reader opens the door and lets them in only to be pushed in bed and starts cuddling each other!

Reader then falls asleep beside them😌

We will be using Seth because he gives off major puppy vibes like he would be there in a heartbeat

↱ whenever, wherever, however ↰

➘ summary : Seth will always be there for his partner, no matter how faraway they maybe, where their at or who their with. If there’s a will then theirs a way

➘ Seth Clearwater x gender neutral reader

➘ a/n : remember guys, if he wanted to he would find a way

The room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow of a phone screen. (Y/N) lay in bed, tossing and turning as sleep eluded them. The soft hum of the night surrounded them, and the digital clock on the bedside table blinked 1:23 AM.

With a sigh, (Y/N) reached for their phone, their fingers dancing across the screen as they opened a message to their boyfriend, Seth.

(Y/N): Hey, you up?

It didn't take long for a reply to come through, the notification casting a pale light across the room.

Seth: Yeah, I'm still awake. Why're you up?

(Y/N) hesitated, fingers hovering over the virtual keyboard before they started typing.

(Y/N): I can't seem to sleep. Just not tired, I guess.

(Y/N) stared at their phone for a moment after sending the text, a flicker of confusion crossing their features. Seth's usually swift responses were nowhere to be found, leaving them wondering if he had indeed fallen asleep.

Just as they were about to set their phone aside and attempt to get some rest, a soft but distinct tapping sound echoed in the quiet of the night. The noise was coming from their window. (Y/N)'s eyes widened, their heart pounding with surprise as they glanced towards the source of the sound.

Hesitating only for a moment, (Y/N) got up from their bed, their feet padding softly across the floor. Their curiosity piqued, they approached the window cautiously, pulling back the curtain to reveal the unexpected sight.

There, outside the window, stood Seth. His bare chest was illuminated by the moonlight, his breath visible in the crisp night air. His out-of-breath grin was infectious, and (Y/N) couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and amusement.

As their eyes met, Seth's grin widened, and he pressed his hand against the glass as if reaching out to them. "Let me in, babe. It's cold out here."

(Y/N)'s surprise gave way to a bemused smile as they quickly unlocked the window and pushed it open. The cool night air rushed in, but it was accompanied by the warmth of Seth's presence. "What on earth are you doing here?"

Seth climbed through the window, his movements slightly awkward due to his haste. Once he was inside, he stood up straight, his expression a mix of sheepishness and excitement. "Well, since you said you couldn't sleep, I thought I'd bring the company to you."

(Y/N)'s amusement grew, and they couldn't help but shake their head at his antics. "You couldn't just send another text?"

Seth chuckled, his eyes locking onto theirs with affection. "Where's the fun in that?"

With a soft laugh, (Y/N) closed the window behind Seth, the warmth of their room enveloping them both. "You're something else, you know that?"

Seth's grin remained as he stepped closer, his arms wrapping around (Y/N)'s waist. "Just doing my part to make sure you're not up alone."

As his warmth seeped into (Y/N), they leaned into his embrace, their forehead resting against his. "I appreciate it, Seth. It's nice to have you here."

Seth's gaze softened, his fingers gently lifting their chin. "I'll always be here for you, (Y/N). Even if it means showing up at your window in the middle of the night."

The tenderness in his words was undeniable, and (Y/N) felt a rush of gratitude for the unity they shared. With Seth by their side, even the sleepless nights seemed a little less daunting.

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. The night was cold, but their connection was warm, reminding them that even in the darkness, unity and love had the power to light up their lives.

Seth's playful strength surprised (Y/N) as he gently pushed them both back onto the bed, their laughter filling the room. Their bodies relaxed into the mattress, the comfort of their shared space enveloping them.

As their laughter subsided, Seth's head lowered, coming to rest against (Y/N)'s. He looked at them with a mixture of fondness and concern. "You know, we should really try to get some sleep. Staying up too late can mess with your everyday routine."

(Y/N) couldn't help but chuckle at his earnestness, his concern endearing. "Oh, come on, Seth. One restless night won't harm me."

Seth's lips curved into a smile, and he let out a gentle sigh. "You're probably right, but I still don't want you to be tired. You know how important it is to take care of yourself."

(Y/N) met his gaze, their fingers reaching out to gently brush against his cheek. "I appreciate your concern, Seth. It's sweet.”

Seth's eyes held a warmth that mirrored the depth of his feelings. "I care about you, (Y/N). Your well-being matters to me."

The sincerity in his voice tugged at (Y/N)'s heartstrings, reminding them of the unity they shared and the depth of their connection. "I know, and I'm lucky to have you looking out for me."

Seth's fingers intertwined with theirs, their hands creating a bridge between them. "Just promise me that if you start feeling too tired, you'll take a break and rest."

(Y/N) leaned in, their foreheads touching once again as they smiled at each other. "Deal. I'll take care of myself."

Seth's smile widened, and he pressed a soft kiss to their forehead. "Good. Now, let's try to get some sleep, okay?"

With Seth's presence beside them, (Y/N) felt a sense of reassurance. As they closed their eyes, they could feel the weight of the night lifting, replaced by a soothing calm. The unity they shared wasn't just about being together; it was about caring for each other's well-being, understanding the importance of rest and rejuvenation.

In the darkness of the room, (Y/N) felt Seth's presence beside them, a reminder that they were never alone. The world outside might be quiet, but the unity they shared spoke volumes, promising that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

#x reader #x reader oneshot #x reader one shot #x reader requests #seth clearwater #seth clearwater imagine #seth clearwater imagines #seth clearwater x reader #seth clearwater x gn reader #seth clearwater x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x gn y/n #x gender neutral you #twilight x gender neutral reader #x gender neutral y/n #twilight scenario #twilight imagines #twilight x reader #twilight x y/n #twilight #twilight x you #twilight masterlist #twilight imagine #wolf pack #wolf pack imagine #wolf pack imagines #wolf pack x reader #wolf pack x gender neutral reader #wolf pack x gn reader

[throwingmetothelions]

Cam Boy HC - Bad Omens

So I got a request from an anon about like … phone sex or virtual sex or something and it was lowkey stumping me. Then I thought about cam boys. Then I think it was @badhedonist that said something about cam boys and that confirmed that I needed to give y’all my headcanons about this. Auntie V doesn’t work for a week so prepare to be sick of me. TW: mentions of sex work, voyeurism, exhibitionism. WE SUPPORT SEX WORKERS IN THIS HOUSE DONT START WITH ME.

Noah (StopTheFuckingCar) - He started cam work out of what he saw as a necessity. He was 20 when his girlfriend at the time suggested it.

“It’s just like … there’s a market for the tattoos and the long hair and shit. You pretend like the camera isn’t on. Ignore the chat or whatever … but making quick money from jerking off can’t hurt, ya know? Make some gas money for tour,” she told him as she pulled up the site. She mumbled something about sharing the link around her circle, something about bitches always wanting her man and having the opportunity.

Quick money for tour.

Just a few times.

He made the username … some old band lyric that came to mind. Made sure his tattooed skin and the ends of his hair were visible in the camera. Black ink scattered over a moonlight-pale belly. He shook like a goddamn leaf the first time he started the show.

Ignore the chat. Ignore the camera.

I think Noah muted it all. Didn’t want to hear the clink and cling of people sending money, or liking it. Didn’t want to think that people were watching him.

The shit ya do for a handful of Slim Jim’s and some fucking apple juice, man.

His nervously twitching hand wrapped around the base of his dick and squeezed around. Hard. His neck rolled and Noah’s head fell back as he felt the blood flow.

Do what you normally do.

Noah reached over himself with his right hand and grabbed the bottle of “Lavender Champagne” lotion his girl kept on the bedside. He’d never really needed lube or lotion before as leaning his head down and spitting on his cock was, well, acceptable to him … but maybe not to one of the twenty-seven people watching. The cold lotion ripped a hiss from his clenched teeth, but his head fell right back into its previous position as the slick slide of his fist passed over the head.

Holy fuck.

Noah couldn’t hold the tiny gasping moans that left his open mouth. The heinously obscene sound of his cock being worked over made the blood rush to the tips of his ears. His heartbeat was present in his dick as he jerked himself faster and tightened that grip at the end of each stroke.

“Oooo shit,” it’s high pitched and it comes with a quick roll of his hips.

At this point, he really was entirely lost in the self-pleasure. The cam didn’t exist. Hell, the laptop could’ve flown off the bed and he wouldn’t have known because the way his toes were curling and his ass was grinding into the mattress before arching off again? Pure pandemonium in his melting brain.

“I’m so goddamn close,” he whimpers as he almost reflexively closes his legs at the intensity. He hasn’t jacked off like this since he was a fuckin’ teenager, and maybe that isn’t even true. He definitely hadn’t hit the point where anyone could walk in and see and he’d make eye contact and continue in a long time. Seriously. It could’ve been Jesus and every single disciple he had. All nine or whatever, Noah thinks.

“Can I - can I cum? I really need to fucking cum,” he whines and thrashes his head around on the pillow, and who he’s talking to? Not even he knows that. Noah might bite his lip until it bleeds if he doesn’t bust soon. His left hand shoots out from under the blanket to grip on to as much of the bed as he can grab. “I’ve gotta … oh … uh,” his moans get progressively louder as he cums so hard that the ropes hit him on his fucking neck. His eyes flutter back open and the bright light of the still rolling screen is a violent reminder.

Frantic and unable tell what is lotion and what is semen, Noah hits a key and stops the camera abruptly.

74 viewers. A full chat log. 4 private messages. A shit load of coins or some shit - he never checked how the currency works.

MommyAlicia: I like the way you beg pretty baby xx

Throwitallaway: Do you take requests?? I’ve never cum so fast.

XXXXTinkerbell: I’ll be following you bc this was fucking hottt

Noah catches his breath, blinks a few times, and he cannot hide the small upturn in the corner of his mouth.

Nicholas (OdachiDaddy) - Nick wasn’t new to this. He’d been using cam work as a means of play for about a year now. It all started as something he jumped in on once with Noah.

“Emo Twink Boyfriends Jack Off In The Living Room Before Pizza Guy Comes Over” was a fucking hit, and Nicholas had never made 150 bucks that fast.

He started his own shit. Quick nickname. Tagged Noah for the views.

See, Nicholas was always good at math. He knew that slowly tugging on his leaking cock plus a little dirty talk specifically catered to those housewives that weren’t getting enough from their men meant dollars (and lube) in his hand.

“If you were here I’d let you lick all of this up,” he muses as he shows the camera a bead of precum he’s swiped off the tip. He brought his thumb to his bottom lip before dragging it across and moaning under his breath.

The money counter dinged away.

He ran his tattooed fingers over his hip and continued to twist his wrist over the head as he adjusted himself into a sitting position.

CherryBomb14: God ur so hot I want you to put a baby in meee

His mind works quick. Her profile picture shows that she’s older … he takes a risk.

“Again? Make you a mom again? Come sit on this cock and we can discuss details,” he chuckles as he bites his lower lip and nods his head back a little.

The money counter clinks so many times he can’t count it. Bingo.

Not that he was ever this bold with real life partners, not always. He’s been a creative all his life though. Nick knew what they wanted to hear, and he let it flow while he put on a show for them.

“If you’re watching alone feel free to - fuck. Feel free to play along. I know you need to cum. I know work was hard. Just … you can reach down and rub on that clit a little? For me?,” he strokes his cock as he makes direct eye contact with the camera. “I know you’ll do it for me because I know you’re soaked. Go ahead and fucking check sweetheart,” he groans as he feels the pool of heat building in his gut.

Nobody needed to know about the unnecessarily long hours spent scrolling through porn, reading Reddit posts, and letting his own filthy mindbox scroll away that it took to curate the dirty mouth that got him in the top 5% of male performers. Hell … whatever got him there, right?

Nicholas pauses to spit in his hand before continuing. As much as he did this for his loyal viewers, anyone in his position would be .9 seconds away from blowing a load all over themselves if they fucked their fist the way he did.

“It’s … it doesn’t feel like your pussy. I want your pussy,” he licks over his bottom lip as his head falls back and his mouth parts with a silent scream.

Feeling his end near he does what he’s known for … call it a finishing move or some shit. “I’m gonna give you my cum - where do you want it, huh? Can I fill it up? I’m gonna fill it up,” he cums all over his hand with a loud grunt and a harsh snap of his hips. He likes to ride it out by ghosting his fingertips along his shaft … plays with his cum a little, much to the enjoyment of the 322 viewers he has.

“Ugh. That was a good one … holy shit,” he lets out an exasperated sigh as he swipes at his forehead with his clean hand. “Alright, y’all know the speech. Meet me back here on uhm … meet back on Wednesday at 7 pm Pacific and we’ll help each other out again, hmm? Night night,” he smiles and turns the camera off before tucking himself away.

Nicholas slowly got up from the couch and went to go take a shower with thoughts of next week’s theme bouncing around in his skull.

Folio (RideItLikeYouStoleIt) - He got introduced to the sex work world through Nicholas and Noah when he forced them to explain why they needed him to dress up like a Pizza Hut worker, knock on the door of Noah’s house and ask them if they ordered the extra-large meat lovers with stuffed crust.

He looked at them like they’d lost their goddamn marbles, but he couldn’t help but think about how they made 300 bucks in 15 minutes and all they did was jerk off (which Folio was quite good at) for a handful of people.

See, Folio has a specific niche. A role he’s taken on. His brand, if you will.

There’s a religious following of about 400 viewers that pay to watch him do cum tributes. It’s all very structured. The money hits his account by the end of the day on Thursday, and on Friday morning he prints the pictures that his paying viewers sent in. Sometimes it’s just a face, sometimes it’s their ass cheeks spread wide and inviting for him, and sometimes it’s their pussies that they’re parting open with two fingers.

“I’d pound away at this cunt until its fucking raw, I swear to god,” he grunts as he quickly works his hand over his dick. “I wish you could sit this pretty pussy on my face babe,” he groans as he teases the tip.

The coins clank away as the camera rolls. The view is his nipples down and he’s standing up while holding the photo in his left hand. His chin pins his shirt up so the viewers get a clear shot of the eagle he has tattooed across his heaving chest.

“Is this what you wanted? I’ve been saving all this cum for you - shit. I wanna paint that ass with it,” he moans as he feels the warmth rise up his torso.

Folio had a fascination with cum tributes before he even knew what they were. He was a simple man. Flipping through a motorcycle mag and seeing a girl sitting on a bike was enough for that night to end with a few pages you couldn’t turn anymore. If he could profit off of something he was already accustomed to … why the fuck not?

Throwaway395: I might have to send one next week omg

StopTheFuckingCar: You should! He can cum more than once ;)

If he wasn’t so fucking close to the edge Nick might have laughed at Noah because yeah. The weed does that to him. That’s part of why he decided to capitalize on his abilities.

“God I’m gonna cum so fucking hard,” he grunts as the money counter chimes again. And with a loud groan that’s been ripped from his lungs, he does. He paints the perfect picture. Gets the paper all messy and cum covered … rubs it in with the tip of his dick.

“Thank you so much for sending that in,” he smiles as he holds it up to the camera. He shows off his work for a second, “alright. Now up next we haaaave … Ms.KatieLove. I’m gonna grab some water and we’ll get into it,” he chuckles as he blows a kiss at the camera.

Jolly (TheDoorsUnlocked) - Oh Jolly. Jolly didn’t get introduced to this by any of the boys. His own dark perverse fantasies brought him in front of his monitor three nights a week.

Jolly doesn’t touch himself unless it’s on cam. That’s bible.

The thrill of getting caught was one that hung over him for years. Something about touring and being close to others. Something about having to jack off with an almost fully dry hand to keep the sounds down, but secretly hoping that the accidental moans would send someone knocking on the venue’s broom closet door.

He makes a ritual of it. He greets his fans with a soft and warm voice. Jolly pans over to the window and opens the curtains up, and then pans back around to show them that his bedroom door is unlocked. He sits in his computer chair and he pulls his cock free from his sweatpants.

“So,” he says as he strokes himself in long languid succession, “my roommates have a few people over and I was thinking about like,” he bites his lower lip in thought. “I was thinking like what if someone gave them bad directions to the bathroom and they walked up here and just … fuck that feels nice - they just walked in on me getting off like this,” he tilts his head to the side as his jaw clicks.

“What if you were here? And what if we were fucking really slow under the covers? If they walked in would you make me stop, or could I grind against that pussy while they ask me what the WiFi password is,” Jolly can’t help but apply extra pressure when he rhythmically squeezes the head of his dick at the thought.

Living in a house full of sex workers really meant that he could text them the exact time that he needed them to knock on the door, or the exact time he wanted one of them to shout and ask if he was ready to go to the grocery store yet. His fans loved those brief oh shit moments.

SasukesWifey: what if someone is leaving the party and they look up into your window? I would run right back inside ugh

“Don’t tease me like that,” he hisses as his dick spills a little more precum. Of course Jolly has tint on his windows and no one can see in, but they didn’t need to know that. “I need to cum but I gotta stay quiet. Oh my god,” he breathes out.

OdachiDaddy: FUCKIN’ CAUGHT. IM COMING UP UPSTAIRS DAWG. YOU SAID YOU WERE WORKING ON A SONG.

The coins start flowing like lava.

Jollys eyes blow wide as his pace quickens. Nicholas threatening to blow the door wide open was all it took for him to cum all over his stomach.

“Shit shit shit,” he groaned out as he squeezed the last drops of cum from his dick.

Just as the money counter stops furiously clinking, Jolly shoves himself back into his pants (and curses quietly because he knows that cumstain will show straight through) and sits back as the door opens up.

“Whaaaatcha doin,” Nicholas asks in a singsong voice.

Firefly_21: oooo who is he 👀

Jolly mouths a solid “shut up,” at the camera before raising his eyebrows.

He hangs his head in his hands and laughs as a smile breaks out over his reddened cheeks.

“Well … stand up bro. We got burgers down there. Come on … get up,” Nicholas yanks on his hand with a wicked smirk as Jolly clicks out of the session.

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #bad omens smut #auntievwroteit

[heart-2-get]

About Me

Welcome to my blog!

18+ / MINORS DNI

I'm Luna, 23, queer, demigirl, healthcare worker.

I'm into light cardiophilia, medfet, gyno, d/s, dd/lg, cnc, enemas, breeding, impregnation, breath play, virgin, anal, restraint, voyeurism, sounding, tentacles, oviposition, depth play, lactation, belly bulge, fisting, somno, mild intoxication (weed, mild sedatives/anxiolytics), knotting, omo (holding only, no wetting), humiliation, praise, and sensory deprivation

I don't share pictures of myself so don't ask and I don't want to see pictures of you without preamble, either. I don't share my heartbeat unless I choose to, either, so don't ask. If I want to listen to your heartbeat, I'll ask. I don't role play or engage in virtual exams unless I feel like it and I don't do so with complete strangers that I've never talked to before. Just because I'm a kink blog doesn't mean I'm here to fulfill your fantasies or be treated like an object. I'm lots of fun and love to chat but I don't put up with rude or gross behavior. Show a little respect and we'll get along just fine. ♥

Click through the read more for my preferences and feel free to send an ask or DM if you have questions or want to say hello!

XoXo

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Cardiophilia Basics

1. My heart being listened to: yes

2. Listening to others' hearts: sometimes

3. Fast heartbeats: sometimes

4. Slow heartbeats: yes

5. Naturally irregular heartbeats: yes

6. Deliberately irregular heartbeats: hard no

7. Heart via stethoscope: yes

8. Heart via EKG: yes

9. Heart via doppler: yes

10. Heart via ultrasound: yes

11. Carotid (throat) pulse: yes

12. Femoral (groin) pulse: yes

13. Radial (wrist) pulse: yes

Dark Cardiophilia

1. Shocking a healthy heart: hard no

2. Pressure/crushing a healthy heart: hard no

3. Drowning + heart monitoring: only in fiction

4. Suffocation + heart monitoring: only in fiction

5. Choking + heart monitoring: only in fiction

6. Drugs used to affect the heart: hard no

7. Knifeplay + heart monitoring: hard no

8. Needle or injection into the heart: hard no

9. Gunplay (shooting the heart)*: hard no

10. Being dominated (in a cardiophilia way): yes

11. Dominating someone else (in a cardiophilia way): sometimes

12. Consensual non-consent (CNC) play: yes

13. Heart rips*: hard no

14. Fucked into cardiac arrest*: hard no

15. Heart being fucked*: hard no

16. Heart being licked or bitten*: hard no

17. Heart being eaten*: hard no

18. Hands squeezing the heart directly*: hard no

19. 'Unhappy endings' (RIP) for dark cardiophilia*: hard no

Medfet/Resus

1. Blood pressure readings: yes

2. Medical equipment: yes

3. Medical exam roleplay: yes

4. Resuscitation via CPR*: hard no

5. Resuscitation via defibrillator*: hard no

6. Resuscitation via AED*: hard no

7. Cardiac arrest*: hard no

8. Respiratory arrest*: hard no

9. Sex and resus combined: hard no

10. 'Unhappy endings' (RIP) for resus*: hard no

11. Anesthesia*: hard no

12. Breathing masks: hard no

Graphic

1. Open heart surgery footage: hard no

2. Real animal hearts: hard no

3. Real human hearts outside the body: hard no

4. Real human hearts in autopsies: hard no

Adjacent Kinks

1. Gyno medical exams: yes

2. Pregnancy/breeding: yes

3. Belly sounds: no

4. Cardiophilia + furry: no

5. Vampires*: sometimes

6. Necrophliia*: hard no

#cardiophilia #heartbeats #heartbeat lover #medfet

[liyawritesss]

ok so jow about class 1a meeting Black M!Reader and finding out his quirk is sound manipulation at first it might sound weak but when he explains it it's like op he can turn someone deaf or turn up their hearing making it painful to hear or even making them hear very specific things like theirown heartbeat or a gain of sand moving and make himself absolutely soundless to being able to beat present mic with a whisper and he can even mute people

ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ Qᴜɪʀᴋ

Characters: Midoriya “Deku” Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: UA has a new transfer student who’s quirk, like Present Mic, allows him to manipulate sound to his will. Let's see how a couple of his new classmates react to this!

Warnings: none

A/N: none

Midoriya “Deku” Izuku

It’s expected for Deku to be extremely interested in your quirk, as he’s always looking for new material to study in order to benefit his own improvement

That’s the future pro-hero deku talking, but he’s genuinely intrigued about your quirk and how you claim it to be different from their English teacher’s, Present Mic.

Although you scare him a bit when you drone out the sound from his eardrums, leaving him virtually deaf. He quickly recovers though, finding it interesting that you use such a technique in various ways during combat, even on yourself in certain situations.

Like any other situation he'll hound you with questions, and your best bet at getting him to leave you alone is to deaf him, and he’ll freak out like a lost puppy because he can’t hear his own muttering.

Kirishima Eijriou

Like Deku, Kirishima is equally intrigued by your powers, and is eager to see how it differs from their English teachers.

He sees your quirk as a challenge to his own - a big (and albeit silly) question he has, is would your quirk still work on him even if his ears are hardened

But let's be honest, anatomy is a shitshow in this world, so there’s no real telling unless it's actually put to the test - which he gratefully does in class sparring practices.

Much like his quirk though, Kirishima is hardheaded, and won’t stop until he’s had enough. Not you - him. It’s something he’s picked up from being around Bakugou for so long.

Ashido Mina

When your quirk is first introduced, she’s a bit confused by the whole manipulating people's ability to hear concept. Like, manipulating sound itself is easy enough to understand, and having been around Present Mic enough any student at UA would understand that part of the assignment.

You would have to walk her through the second part. Its safe to say she thoroughly enjoys the part where you take her hearing away - weirdly enough - by the way she randomly dances about. She describes as a kind of muffly feeling, but not completely off putting.

But then you turn the volume back on, higher and higher, and you risk giving her a headache, and Mina is not fun when she has headaches. But overall, she thinks your quirk is pretty sick.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

#black reader #black tumblr #black academia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha #bnha #black mha #black bnha #ashido mina #mina ashido #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima #deku x reader #deku x blackreader #mina x reader #mina x black!reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima x black reader

[maroonmusings]

Free Appetizers [m.m]

Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Matt x reader Word count: 4,662 Warnings: soft!matt, accidental Karen erasure, probably definitely inaccurate lawyer talk, potential time jump snafus between mcu canon and daredevil canon

A/N: idk man I just wanted to write something with Jennifer, Matt, and Foggy all interacting in case we've been pranked and Matt and Foggy (or at least Matt) aren't actually gonna be in the show

Two sets of heels skittering down linoleum tile fill your ears, the scent of steaming coffee in your nose, and the sound of your boss, Jennifer Walters in your ears. A typical Tuesday, in other words.

“I barely got any sleep last night.” You admit, chugging some of the heated beverage in your hands for emphasis. “I seriously don’t know how we’re gonna find enough evidence to save the client when there were no witnesses to the crime, and the only remaining family or friends are all virtually untraceable.”

“I know. We’ll be lucky if we can exonerate her by August.”

“Jen, it’s December.”

“Exactly!” She throws her arms in the air, narrowly avoiding a passing intern. “If this last minute team they sent in from Hell’s Kitchen doesn’t pull through for us, I’ll help you find a new boss.”

You groan. “Again?! The last guys from Landman and Zack didn’t even care about the client! The only assets they care about can be found on a woman’s body, if you catch my drift.”

“Oh, I’ve caught it. Saw it coming from a mile away. You’re not one for discretion are you?”

“Coming from the green giant’s cousin.”

“Please. You’re just jealous you don’t have powers that allow you to outbench cocky assholes at the gym or reach the top shelf at the grocery store.”

“Maybe so. But you’re not the one who’s a real hoot at company barbecues.” Referencing your ability to create and manipulate fires, you add, “Or could flame your ass in a heartbeat.”

“You have a terrible professional lexicon. I’d love to meet your boss.” She remarks passively, before finally breaking into a grin at the sound of your snickering. 

You were nearing the door to her office now. “Alright, let’s see what kind of half-witted shit for brains they sent in this time—”

“Y/N!”

“Foggy?” the sight of the jovial blonde lawyer threw you for a loop. He immediately sweeps you into a warm hug. You could’ve melted into his arms if not for your perfectly timed acknowledgement of one Matt Murdock. He wore a tight-lipped smile and an even tighter hold on the top of his cane. Foggy pulls away, holding you at an arm's length. You’re dazzled by his cheerful grin. 

God, you missed them both so much. Add one more person to the equation, and this reunion would be everything you’d dreamed of. “Where’s Karen?”

Foggy explains that Karen is back at the Bulletin, working on a big assignment for Ellison. In between projects there, she is helping Matt and Foggy with clients and working towards becoming a legitimate lawyer herself.

“Two jobs? I can hardly handle one!” You exclaim. Karen’s the real superhero amongst your friends.

“That’s what I said!” He exasperates.

“You guys are back with Landman and Zack? Both of you?”

Foggy’s face screws into a displeased swirl. “No. What bizarro paper do you get your news from around here?”

“That’s news to us.” His gravelly tone was foreign yet familiar, shot directly into your bloodstream in the most addicting way. A warm shock to your system. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Jennifer Walters,” it’s impressive how quickly your boss can shift from friend to, well, boss. She sticks out a hand to shake with Foggy, then Matt. Locking eyes with Foggy. “Mr. Nelson, is it? We spoke over the phone last week. Everything we’ve learned regarding your business affiliation was retrieved from our own company’s archives.”

“Well, those need to be changed immediately.” He pretends to scratch at his arms. “I think I’m breaking out in hives.”

“Right after you hug me. Nice.” You joke.

“Maybe they have a two-for-one at the hospital.”

“I’ll go pack a bag.”

He grins. “Perfect,” sending an obvious glance to Matt behind him, he says, “while you do that, I’ll start going over preliminaries with Ms. Walters.”

“Oh, just Jen is fine.”

“You got it, Just Jen.”

“Great, now there’s two of them!” She exclaims in false praise, looking between you and Foggy. The latter sends you a wink and finger guns before following Jen to a table farther into the room. Now they’re great enough a distance away that, with effort, they could still hear you. And you feel like their nosiness will propel them far in that effort.

“Matt,” you asserted, almost in alarm. It was a challenge to keep your eyes focused on the translucent red lenses he sported, slanted ever so slightly down the bridge of his nose. You were reminded of how good he looks in a suit. Gray wool and white cotton dashing across a canvas to culminate in the mesmerizing painting of Matt Murdock. You settled for subtlety, though the innocent tilt of his head gives away the fact that your heartbeat is being monitored. “You look good.”

“You, too. Uh—” the adorable confusion takes your heart for a spin like it’s a merry-go-round. You try to conceal a smile. His hands tighten around the top of his cane, wringing. Foggy snickers over the newest client files. Jennifer smiles beside him like she knows of Matt’s secret life, even though you know she doesn’t. Why is she smiling like that then? “Probably. Definitely. You always do. Probably. I’m sure you do.”

“Thanks,” you laugh, face feeling warm despite the crisp atmosphere of Jen’s office. Risking another glance at what had become your audience on the far side of the room, you weren’t surprised that your interaction with Matt had their undivided attention. Though they tried to conceal it behind incoherent mumbles, miming busy work, whenever they caught your stare.

Turning back to Matt, you involuntarily sucked in a breath when he appeared to be closer. Close enough to smell his cologne. With his sensitive senses, he tried to veer away from the stronger, more overpowering scents a lot of the men you’d met in your particular line of work. His scent was subtle, clean. Like fresh bed sheets on a Sunday morning.

The sweat accumulated on your palms faster than you could blink.

You fought the urge to continue talking to Matt, just being in his presence, but didn’t last more than two seconds in the ring. “How are you, Matt?”

He paused for a moment to genuinely think on his answer, your gaze catching on the slight pout of his lips. Self-control was posing a challenge after spending so long away from him. Unresolved feelings left with an even more unresolved goodbye. “I’m good.” A lie. “You? Settling into the City of Angels alright?”

“I am.” You nod, an unintentional smile tugging at your lips at the moniker of your beloved new home. It was good for you. This is where you have to be right now. “But, I gotta say,” voice dropping to a whisper, you lean in conspiratorily, “I’m surprised the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was allowed in here.”

He leans in, too. One more nudge forward and— “Ah, but I’m a good catholic boy, remember? One wave of my pocket bible and the border patrol forgets I was even there.”

“Oh, of course. Of course.” You lean back, overwhelmed by his presence, crossing your arms. “How could I have forgotten that this definitely-real-pocket-bible gives you Jedi powers?”

“Yeah, see, catholic guilt is like one of those punch cards. Like the ones we’d get at that Indian joint, but always forgot to bring back, so we just had an army of those things with only one punch each?” He explains, propping his cane against his chest so he could form a rectangle with his thumbs and forefingers. Even the sheer mention of the restaurant where you shared many “dates” unlocked the Matt Murdock memory gate. You were reminded of how the lights reflected in his eyes like the most other-worldly kaleidoscope you’d ever have the fortune of looking into. How, despite all of those lights strung on the ceiling, none could overpower the brightness of Matt’s smile. 

You didn’t even hear the punchline to his joke, too wrapped up in memories of him to acknowledge the him that was here now. Right in front of you.

Matt was chuckling at said punchline now. Head shaking back and forth, the slightest ebb, as if in disbelief of his catholic-centered humor. Maybe it’s just because you’re too far gone—and it’s been that way for you since you first stepped into his office all those years ago—but you’ve always thought that everything the man says is funny. So you laugh along, certain that this time was no different.

“Those damn punch cards,” you mused, memories of Matt branded to your brain like a tattoo gallery. “Could probably find one at the bottom of my purse if I looked hard enough. Buggers are everywhere.”

“I found one in my fridge the other day.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious!” He grins, wide and blinding. You swear you can hear an angel chorale vocalizing their praise nearby, the room getting brighter. If you’ll be working with him for much longer, you might want to consider investing in a pair of sunglasses.

The angelic voices thrumming around your head must’ve telepathically modulated to Matt, both of you seemingly in a cheek-numbing, smiley daze. 

Until the angels die.

Smile dropping, Matt pushes both of your bodies just in time for a bullet to whiz by the place you once stood. The tall glass window panel it penetrated shatters. A small oomph huffs past your lips as you’re pinned to a nearby wall by Matt’s body. It’s difficult to focus on anything other than his fingers grasping at your waist, especially in places where your blouse had ridden up in the craze of movement, but you fight your eyes away from him to check on your other two companions.

Jen has ushered Foggy under the table, the nook they were working in providing the needed protection from anyone looking through the window the bullet came from. You and Matt seem to be protected from view, too, as no further bullets make an appearance. Not yet, at least.

Matt tilts his head to listen for enemies, and you signal to Jen to hold still in her nook with Foggy. She looks confused, but she stays put. 

“How many?” You whisper, as quiet as you can muster. God knows if the room is bugged, too.

If at all possible, Matt leans in closer to you. His breath fans across your neck, a chill erupting from your skin. “Seven on this floor. Two above, on their way to us. They’ve got hostages.”

“And the sniper?”

“Two more rounds and he’s out.”

“So, sniper first then his cronies.” You surmise.That’s the benefit of having worked with him, both in the courtroom and on the streets. You can always tell what he’s thinking. “They’re only here if he can’t finish the job.”

Matt smirks. “And he won’t.”

A plan formulates in your head. Not a great one, you’ll admit, but a plan nonetheless. “I’ll go in his line of sight and then you can get me out of there as the weapon fires.”

He grins sarcastically. “Ha-ha, good one. Not a chance.”

“You’ll push me out of the way in time!”

“Y/N.”

“I trust you. Just do it.”

He’s silent.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got you. Go.”

But, before you can, Jen is stepping forward. One more step and she’ll be in line with the sniper’s next shot. 

“Terrible timing, I know,” she amends, mostly to Matt and Foggy. Foggy’s eyes grow comedically wide as Jen transforms into her hulk form. Her pigmentation melds to a greenish hue, clothes stretching to fit her more muscular alter ego. She’s at least three feet taller. “But I can get us out of this.”

“How many of you guys are there?!” Foggy whispers incredulously.

His response is the harsh thud of the office’s door flying open, making contact with its adjacent wall. The seven previously mentioned cronies barge in, ready for a fight.

And they’re sorely mistaken if they aren’t expecting one from you.

Jen lines herself up perfectly with the sniper in the next building over, wielding her wrists like shields to deflect his final two rounds. 

“Since we’re sharing things today,” Matt announces, parting from you to land a perfect punch to someone’s jaw, following up with a backwards elbow to another guy behind him. That was mostly for Jen, you presume.

Most of the guys have flocked to Matt at this point, so you duck in to help. You deliver your punches charged with your fire manipulation to send them flying. It doesn’t finish the job, but it’ll at least take them longer to get back up. Jen’s throwing one around like a ragdoll; nice to see the imprint of Bruce’s training in her fighting. 

One of your guys is coming back to, making a beeline for Foggy.

Or the client paperwork.

“Foggy, the files!” you alert.

“Got it!” He scrambles to his feet, haphazardly sliding the pages into an uneven stack. A guy gets too close and Foggy has to smack him across the face with his briefcase. “Keep them off me!”

“On it!” you propel, a new skill you had finally been able to master with your powers, over to stand before Foggy. You throw up a molten force field just in time for one of the cronies to run straight into it. He immediately scrambles away with a holler from the minor burns.

“Get fried, dude!” You yell, Matt coming in to fully knock him out.

“You can make heat shields now?!” Foggy exclaims, completely forgetting about the papers for a second to grin in awe at your construction. “That’s so useful!”

“Foggy, the papers!” You laugh, nodding at the table. 

“Sorry!” He gets back to work, concealing your client’s case files away in his briefcase, fully protected from any unwanted hands and eyes. 

Chuckling again, you shake your head, letting the shield fade into crumbled ash. Matt and Jen had taken care of the rest of the intruders. The chaos in the room dissipates to staggered breathing.

“You lied about having a disability?” Jen asks Matt, still green. “Not cool, dude.”

Despite himself, Matt huffs a laugh. “It’s a long story.”

“Forget about that,” you chime in, looking up at Jen. “You’re bullet-proof? That would've been so helpful to know before I was about to throw myself in front of a sniper!”

She shrugs, gesturing to herself. “Figured it was common sense.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Okay, maybe I will stay green. Just for a little longer.” Jennifer muses, watching the small group of giggling college students leave your table, phones in hand.

“A little longer? With all of those photos they made me take of them with the Incredible She-Hulk—”

“For free, might I add.” Foggy grovels.

“—this better be a permanent thing.” You complete, rubbing your right thumb with a jovial frown on your face. “I think I got a thumb cramp from filling up that guy’s camera roll.”

Matt coos out a patronizing “aww” from beside you, scooting closer on the booth bench to rub your thumb tenderly. Rolling your eyes gently to distract from the heat rising to your cheeks, you nudge his shoulder with your own as you both laugh.

As he leans back into the booth, but remaining close enough that your thighs and shoulders are now connected, you muse upon how easily it was to fall back into rhythm with Matt. Like an old boom box, the speakers spark whenever music plays. But it still works. It’s consistent. The only time it fails to falter is during your song.

“Hey, buddy.” Foggy calls to Matt, who looks in his general direction, eyebrows raised. “You ever think Daredevil would want to have meet and greets with the citizens of Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Absolutely not.” He immediately denies, not an ounce of thought dedicated toward the response. You laugh at his reaction, swearing that the corner of his lips tug at the sound.

“Come on, man! Live a little!” Foggy exclaims, drink sloshing in his glass as he throws his hands up. “With the extra cash we could actually afford to pay the electric bill for our office every month!”

“You seem to forget that doesn’t exactly cause me any issues.”

“Don’t worry, Fog.” You jump in, reaching to place your hand on his side of the table. “We’ll go shopping and I can buy you some night-vision goggles.”

“Thank you.” He emphasizes, looking back at Matt. “I forgot there were still people out there that actually cared about my safety.”

Matt giggles, and it’s easily the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Cue the swoon. “How about this? Next round’s on me. What do you say, buddy?”

Foggy pauses to think, eyeing his best friend. “I guess that’s a good first step to being my best friend again. Make it a double, and all is forgiven.”

“Sounds like a fair deal,” Matt says, clearly indicating in his tone that he didn’t believe a word of what he just said. Taking yours and Jen’s orders, he’s gently nudging your shoulder to let him out of the booth. When you’re both standing, he presses a hand to the small of your back as he passes, muttering a “thanks, darlin’.”

Pursing your lips hard, you hum out an affirmative before sliding back into the booth. Don’t think about it don’t think about it don’t think about it. Maybe Foggy wants to talk about the bar you’re all currently at. “So, Foggy, what do you think of Pinky’s?”

“Well, it’s certainly no Josie’s.” He laughs into the final sips of his drink. “I mean, my shoes don’t stick to the floor when I walk here, and the martini olives aren’t gray and fuzzy, but it’s still got some charm, I suppose.”

“Oh, don’t forget about that one old guy that comes in every Wednesday morning to do karaoke and cry.”

“‘Landslide’ Larry!” Foggy nearly screams, Jen flinching at the volume. “We had to represent him a couple months ago.”

“Seriously? What happened?”

“Well, he was innocent, obviously.” He sends you a knowing look, referencing Matt’s enhanced hearing. “Framed by an ex.”

“Damn,” you let out a low whistle. Matt’s return with the drinks catches the corner of your eye, and you get up so he can get back into the booth. His hand finds its way to the small of your back again as he passes, and you hate how perfect it feels there.

When you’re seated side by side again, it’s like he’d never left. Thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder. Except, now he’s got his left arm strategically placed on the back of the booth behind you. His arm is basically around your shoulder, but it’s also not. You wish it was.

As Foggy dives into a story he was suddenly reminded of, you use the distraction to shift closer to Matt, keeping your eyes on Foggy and smiling along with his tale. Matt’s warmth consumes you immediately, radiating from his side stronger than your own powers ever could. You wonder if your powers are contributing to the heat flooding your body, or if that’s just how Matt makes you feel.

Behind you, his arm slides down at a snail’s pace. Peeking at him from the corner of your eye, he’s facing forward, contributing affirmatives and humor to Foggy’s story when appropriate, like you. Your pulse pounds hard enough that it feels like it’s about to tear through your throat, the permanent smirk on Matt’s face confirming that he can hear it, too. 

When his fingers finally make contact with your bare shoulder, you slouch further into his hold. Biting back a grin, you realize he’s trying to do the same. His chest appears to be moving up and down faster than before.

If asked, you’re not sure you can identify where you begin and where he ends.

You stay like that for what feels like hours, and you’re not too sure you ever want the night to end. Just four friends reconnecting, or getting to know each other, in Jen’s case, rediscovering what it feels like to come back home. Because it quickly hits you that Hell’s Kitchen, nor Los Angeles, for that matter, is your home.

It’s these people sitting with you right now.

Getting up from this booth, from Matt’s hold, doesn’t become necessary until it’s mandatory. Turns out, alcohol fills your bladder. Who would’ve thought?

You’ve barely evaded earshot before Jen is leaning into the table. She stares down Matt, hard. “Okay, what is up with you two? My grandparents are more subtle with their gripes on when I’ll ‘give them grandkids’ than you are with your—whatever it is.”

Foggy coughs around a laugh, nearly choking on his drink. “Good luck getting anything out of him. I’ve been asking him that question for nine years. Guy’s a brick wall, I’m tellin’ ya.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m a better lawyer than you.” she turns back to Matt. “Spill.”

Foggy scoffs at the lazy tactic of acquiring the desired information. “Oh yeah, such a better lawyer.” Jen elbows him, a little harder than intended, what with her ignorance of her own strength. Foggy mumbles a forlorn “ouch” as Jen turns to Matt once more, an expectant arch in her brow.

“There’s nothing to ‘spill’ other than it would never work out. If I could have even the smallest role in hurting her I'd lose all sense of myself.”

“And yet you still let her tag along on your little late night satan—”

“—it’s a devil.”

“Whatever. Point is, she could’ve gotten hurt during one of those.” Matt’s face falls. “And she did. You do realize that holding her at an arm’s length in an emotional capacity is hurting her just as much, right?”

“Okay, hotshot.” He snaps. “I understand everyone here in the City Where Dreams Come True—or whatever delusion-inducing fog you gas yourself up with every morning—jaunts around with their heart on their sleeve, but you won’t be getting that from me. Lawyer or not, you’re not going to manipulate me with your rainbows-and-sunshine haze and get me to admit that that woman is my very excuse for breathing and the only reason why I took on this damn case in the first place.”

A stagnant pause fills the air, which only amplifies the heavier huff to Matt’s breathing. Foggy is stunned to silence, while Jen simply watches Matt with a sympathetic crease to her brow. To her, it was obvious, both Matt’s true feelings as well as the best motive to make him crack. She’s proud of herself for coaxing the words from his lips, though that doesn’t make it any easier seeing the inner turmoil gathered so plainly on his face.

Foggy finally speaks. “Damn, you are good.”

“Hey, guys!” You come charging back with an easy grin, slipping in beside Matt. “What did I miss?”

“Nothing much,” Jen crosses her arms and places them on the table. She has that same knowing look on her face from before, directing her gaze toward Matt. “Matt will fill you in on the walk home. Won’t you, Matt?”

Smiling towards you, though it looks forced, he says, “of course.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“That’s why you’ve been acting so weird since Pinky’s,” you muse, Matt having just finished filling you in on the conversation you missed during your bathroom break. 

Both of you were walking home now, leisurely scuffs of the shoe with Matt’s arm tucked around yours. It had been revealed with a passing comment from Foggy that the hotel he and Matt were staying at was only a five minute walk from your apartment. While Jen more than forced the invitation into his lap, Matt still insisted on walking you home. Given the short distance from the hotel as well as Pinky’s, he admitted that he wouldn’t turn away the extra time with you.

A smug grin tugs at your lips, and you nudge Matt playfully. “I make you that nervous, huh, Matty?”

Nudging back, he rolls his eyes. “Don’t act like you don’t already know what you do to me.”

Feet catching on the concrete below, you stop, then, effectively stopping Matt with you. His adam’s apple bobs as you turn him by the cheek to face you. Stroking the underside of his jaw once, you drop your hand. “What do I do to you?”

“Well, this, for starters,” hand slipping down to cup yours, he brings your hand up to his chest. Right over his heart. You can feel the faint, erratic thumping underneath your palm. He keeps a hand over yours, swiping your skin with his thumb. “It’s like this just about anytime I’m near you.”

You look into his eyes and fumble over your words. “Mine too,” you pause. “You probably already knew that.”

He grins, a knowing quirk of his mouth. One hand still locked onto yours, the other raises to tuck your hair behind your ear, sliding down to cup your jaw. Your heartbeat increases, as does the joyful expression on his face. “I had an idea,” he teases. 

Shaking your head at him with a smile, you enlist your free hand to gently slip his glasses from his face and onto the top of his head. Admiring the way his brown eyes twinkle under the streetlamps as you stroke his cheek, you mumble, almost subconsciously, “beautiful.”

His expression softens, eyebrows creasing, leaning into your touch. “You don’t know how much I think about you. How much of my brain capacity is just consumed by you.” 

Your breath catches, looking at his lips. “How much?”

He leans closer a fraction, the hand over yours matching the other to cup your jaw. Your touch drifts to his chest. Matt tugs you close to him, his nose brushing against yours. “Enough to do something about it.”

“I don’t know, Matt.” You tease breathlessly. “It’s only been nine years. Isn’t it too late to do anything about it?”

He swallows, eyes flickering around your face frantically. Your chest grows warm at the realization that he must be looking for your eyes. Voice dropping to a whisper, as if the words are reserved just for the two of you, he says, “too late?” Biting his bottom lip, he grins. “I’d say the timing is perfect.”

His lips find yours, and it is, indeed, perfect. Bodies molding into one flesh as one of his hands glides down to gently grasp your neck. The other clutches onto your waist. While kissing wasn’t a foreign friend to your something-ship with Matt, this one felt different. Lazy mornings flavored with coffee and linen. A sun, just barely visible in its ascent to ring in a new day; a hazy horizon. Reaching the final chapter of your favorite book, flipping amongst those final pages in search of that shining resolution where all of your beloved characters are content. 

It was soft, and warm.

And new.

When you finally pull away, you now know for certain you’ll need to buy a pair of sunglasses to protect from Matt’s blinding smile. His fingers slide up to your jaw again, thumb swiping across your skin fondly. You nudge his nose with yours affectionately, wrapping your arms around his waist and under his jacket. 

But you feel something scratch gently against your arm from inside the jacket. With furrowed brows, you reach into a pocket sewn inside the fabric.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you mumble, amused, pulling out the punch card with only one stamp staining its cardstock. Matt’s fingers meet with yours, feeling the card held up between you. He laughs when he realizes what it is, placing his forehead to yours.

“Maybe we can finally get that free appetizer, huh?” He kisses your cheekbone, smiling against your skin. You both laugh.

His kiss may have closed out the final chapter of a nine-year chase, but your story with Matt was just beginning.

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[hotforharrysheart]

Pete’s Place

“No, no, no, no! Mumma!” You cry out. “Daddy!” You’re crying and whimpering and then you sit straight up in bed, panting, tears streaming down your face.

Harry wakes up with a start. “Ya had another nightmare, dinna ya?” He asks as you lay back down and snuggle into his chest, closing your eyes and listening to his steady heartbeat.

You nod.

“Tha’s the third one ya’ve had since the cottage. Blackout really did a number on ya, yeah?” He asks, stroking your hair.

You look up and meet his eyes. “I…this is different. It’s about my parents. I think…I think my memories are trying to come back.”

He sighs. “Ya gotta find a therapist, Jezebel.”

“I know…I'm scared...not sure I wanna remember what happened more than what I've read in the police report,” you say, fingers running over his sparrow tattoos.

“Know ya scared bu’ ya can’ keep havin’ these nightmares, love.”

You sigh. "I'm so sorry, H, this is the last thing you need during MSG..."

“The hell wi’ tha’. I’ll cancel the whole thing if I hafta.”

You press a kiss to his chin. "I promise I'll find someone...some of the victims I’ve interviewed have seen a childhood trauma specialist, I can probably find someone...and I'll make sure they understand our situation with the public."

“Today, if ya can. Wan’ ya ta be happy, Jezebel. Maybe my therapist can recommend someone in New York.”

You meet his eyes. “You’d do that for me?”

“Do anythin’ fo’ ya, know tha’.”

You smile and press a kiss to his lips.

“I’ll text her today. Get ya a referral.”

“Thank you.”

“Ya welcome, baby. Ya excited for New York City?”

“It’ll be nice to be in one place for a bit…even if it is NYC,” you say giggling.

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “It has its challenges, yeah, bu’ there’s a great Italian restaurant I wanna take ya to.”

“Yeah? Tell me about pasta while I’m starving why don’t ya!” You tease him.

He chuckles. “Best pasta I’ve ever had outside of Italy. It’s a family owned place in an old house an’ ya in ya own room an’ the waiters knock befo’ enterin’. If ya need somethin’ ya flip a light on. S’called Pete’s Place.” He smiles, and presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Mmmm…sounds romantic and nummy.”

“It is. Can’ wait ya take ya there,” he says, fingering your engagement ring. “Only the best fo’ my Jezebel.”

You smile and lean in for a kiss and then he’s kissing you in soft, open-mouthed kisses that cause your blood to boil. By the time he rolls you over and settles his weight on you, you’re aching for him to be inside you.

“Gonna fuck my gorgeous fiancé, get her some brekkie, workout an’ then chill out fo’ the rest of the day…how’s tha’ sound?”

“Mmmm…sounds good,” you say, legs falling open for him to slot between.

He furrows his brow as he feels your warm pussy against him. “I love ya, Jezebel. I wan’ ya ta remember tha’. Always,” he says, as he moves just enough to slide into you.

You gasp. “I love you too, H. I always have.”

The day rolls by faster than expected, thankfully Harry was able to contact his therapist who contacted another therapist, Dr. Sarah Jane Freeman, who specializes in childhood trauma. She called promptly to schedule an initial appointment. After an initial consultation she requested a copy of the police report from your parent’s murder and made a virtual appointment for you for that afternoon. On the plane, you were able to do a little research on Dr. Freeman. She’s impressively qualified and highly recommended. As soon as you arrive at the NYC apartment, you have just enough time to send off a copy of your parent’s police report and start a load of laundry before it’s time for your appointment.

Harry helps you get set up in the office for the call then kisses your forehead, “You be alrigh’?”

You nod your head with a slight shrug. “Yeah… nervous, but yeah, I’ll be alright.”

He leans in for a warm hug then cups your cheeks. “Ya gon’ be jus’ fine, yeah? Jus’ relax an’ be honest wi’ her. ‘ll be close, jus’ gonna work on some melodies at tha piano.” You smile softly, close your eyes and pucker up animatedly looking for a kiss to which he happily complies. “I love ya an’…ya ‘ave ma support, we’ll get though it tagether, yeah?”

“Thank you, I love you,” you say taking in a deep breath and visibly steadying your shoulders. “That’s right, I can do this,” you say with false bravado, “can’t I?”

“Ya can, love,” He says kissing your nose and squeezing you closing to him.

You get comfortable in the office chair and find the monitor display ready for the call, thanks to Harry. He really does care, you think to yourself. “So lucky,” you whisper aloud as you look at the door he just left through. The chime comes through indicating an incoming call. You steady yourself, smile and click to accept the video connection. A lovely, gentle-faced, middle-aged woman’s face and shoulder’s fill the screen. She smiles kindly, removing her reading glasses and setting her clip board to one side. She cordially greets and introduces herself and you do the same. “So, I see that you had quite a troubling event happen when you were eleven. I’ve read the police report and I’m very sorry that you had to go through that at such a young age,” she says before leaning in. “Let’s put that aside for a moment, tell me what you remember about your parents.”

You take a deep breath and fidget nervously, “Well, Dr. Freeman...”

“Please, call me Sarah Jane,” she smiles setting you at ease.

“Well…so much of what I remember about them is centered around the shop they owned. My mum, Laura, and my father, Edward, owned a jewelry shop. Daddy was born in Gloucester and met my mother while they were in college in London,” you smile and look down, “I really wish I’d paid more attention to the stories they must’ve shared about how they fell in love, but I didn’t. They moved to Boston after college and eventually opened the shop,” you shake your head at the memories, “’Laura’s Fine Jewelry and Antiquities Shoppe’.” You chuckle softly at the memory, “When I was little I couldn’t pronounce ‘Antiquities’…I would say, ‘Laura’s Five Chewry and Tickletickies’,” you giggle and look up at Sarah Jane who is listening intently with a relaxed smile. “I remember that Daddy called mum, Button. I can remember him calling, ‘Button, ya ‘ere, love,’ when he would come in the shop after being away and she would always say, ‘where else would I be, honey.’ Isn’t that sweet? They must’ve been so in love,” you say looking to her for reassurance. Sarah Jane smiles, “It sounds lovely. I hope you realize that as young as you were it’s perfectly normal to have not paid much attention to your parent’s relationship. You were still a child and focused on yourself in relation to your parents. Absolutely normal.”

You brace yourself to continue, “Most of my memories are at the shop, I loved being there. It was always bright and, I swear, everything in the front room shined like…well…like diamonds. I loved helping mum clean the glass cabinets. There were all kinds of things to look at…some of the antiques they had were extremely old, like old porcelain and silver, but the cases I wasn’t allowed to touch were kept in the back. They had some very, very old English jewelry…rings, bracelets, brooches and watches. They kept everything locked up in the display cases, but the back cases were often empty because Daddy would only bring out the very old, expensive things when a customer had an appointment. The rest of the time those things were kept in a safe.” You smile at a memory that pops in your head, “Mum used to jingle when she moved because she carried the keys to the cases on a stretchy pink key chain around her wrist. She always smelled so good…my god, they were so trusting…,” you say with a lump in your throat.

“So, what I like to do is just get right into the event. It’s a sort of ‘ripping the band aid off’ move, but I feel like it’s best to get that nervous anticipation over so that you don’t spend too much time focusing on it or anxiously worrying about when we’re going to bring it up. Once it’s out in the air, we can focus on you a bit more in our sessions, does that sound ok?”

You nod, “Yes, that sounds fine.”

She nods compassionately and leans forward, “You doing alright, do you need a break?”

“Uhh…no, no, I’m good, I just wanna get through this…”

“Ok, well, just let me know if you need a break, I want you to feel comfortable,” she sits back, picks up her clipboard and perches her glasses on her nose, “I’ve read the police report you sent. I only received two pages, however, maybe the whole document didn’t come through?”

“No. That’s the full report that was done by Detective Fitzgerald and his partner Detective O’Malley,” you say raising your eyebrows and shrugging.  “You know I have a true-crime podcast and of all the homicide reports I’ve ever looked at, I’ve never seen one so short. It’s shorter than most B and E, err…break and entering reports. And by the time I was old enough to wanna look into it, Detective Fitzgerald was retired and Detective O’Malley is dead. It’s frustrating and I have no memories from that day.”

“Well, you do have memories from that day, your sweet eleven-year-old brain just protected you by locking them away from your consciousness,” Sarah Jane reassures.

“I’m not sure I wanna remember them, honestly,” you say looking away.

“Well, I feel like the dreams you’ve been having aren’t giving you much choice, that day is going to come out eventually, maybe when you least expect it, that’s where it’s good for you to have a strong support system around you to support you through the process. Do you have the support you need?”

“Yeah, I have a great support system…I mean, you know my situation, although Harry and my friends, most of whom are with the band and crew are very busy, they’re such amazing people. Harry is the most spectacular person; he’a my best friend and is so supportive.”

“I’m so glad to hear that, and I’m so glad Harry knows about this event, and…”

“Well…” you interrupt, “I…, uh, haven’t really told him much about it, I mean, he knows some things, like, obviously that they’re not alive, but…I-I-I haven’t told him…or really anyone…about what happened. I’ve just gone to school, more school, worked, and….now the pod cast…”

“Why do you think you haven’t told him about it?”

“I just…I dunno, really… maybe, he won’t feel the same about me? I mean, what if this gets out to the press…he’s got such a following…and… and…maybe…I just…,” you shake your head at your rambling and grumble at the tears that fill your eyes. You rub your forehead, “I mean, I just don’t wanna… put all this on him.”

“Well, I can’t tell you what his reaction will be, that’s where trust comes in, do you feel safe with him?”

“Absolutely,” you answer immediately.

“I encourage you to think about what his reaction would be based on everything you know about him and consider sharing with him. We can talk more about that in moment if you like,” she says making a note. “So, I’ve read the police report, but I’d like to hear in your words what happened. Don’t try too hard to focus on specifics, just tell me like you’re telling a story.”

“Most of what I remember is what just what I’ve read in the report or heard from my Aunt Elizabeth, but after a while the subject was just dropped, and we never talked about it. Apparently, my father had some extremely valuable antique watches, that he kept in the safe in the back. He had dealers who would make appointments to come in for trades and purchases. One afternoon around closing time a couple of men in suits, at least that’s what the witness who saw them leaving said, came to the shop just as Mumma was locking up. For whatever reason she let them in, because there was no evidence of forced entry. I was in the back; my parents had set up a couch, television and desk area for me for after school. Somehow, they ended up overpowering her and proceeded to tape up her hands. I must’ve heard because I told the officers I crawled out from under the couch after it was all over. According to the report, she was sat on the couch and, apparently, gave them the combination to the safe. They took all the antiques and some other jewelry from the front cases.” Thoughtfully you say, “They must’ve gotten the keys from Mum’s wrist. Then Daddy, came in through the front…he probably called for his Button like he always did,” you say with a slight smile, “I told them that one man went to the front while the other stayed with my Mum.” You swallow hard, “Something caused him to hit her very hard and she was crying. I told the officer that she wouldn’t stop crying and saying ‘Edward’ and,” you take a break and use air quotes, “I told him that ‘he put a plastic bag around her head to make her be quiet’, I mean…apparently that’s what I said. She was found on the floor in front of the couch with her eyes open,” tears running down your cheeks, you reach for a tissue on the corner of the desk. Then the officer said it appeared that Daddy fought with the other man, but he never called for me. He told me that probably saved me, he must’ve known it was important to keep my presence private for my safety. God, he must’ve been so scared,” you sob. “Then there were two loud pops and..and…the fighting stopped. They must’ve opened the cases and took some other jewelry, but they left some behind as well. It..It seems that, m-my parents had great financial sense. Evidently, they never used credit, all the inventory was paid for and insurance paid for what was stolen.” You look at your hands tightly threaded and gripping each other. What was left af-after their f-f-funerals was placed in a trust for my Aunt Elizabeth to use to raise me and give me a good education,” you shake your head like you’re trying to rid yourself of the cobwebs. “Anyway, the bad men turned out the lights and left out the back door. According to the Medical Examiner’s determination of my parent’s time of death, I didn’t manage to leave until it was after dark…and when I did, I ran out into the street and flagged down a passerby screaming. Th-Then I passed out and was taken by EMS to the hospital where I was watched over and interviewed. But honestly, now…I don’t remember anything other than staying with nurses in the hospital until Aunt Elizabeth could come get to me. It appears that, I was in the shop…with…,” a sob escapes your chest, “with them for over three hours just hiding under the couch. An-an-and now, I’m having these dreams and flashes of memory and I’m sick that it’s never been solved. I mean, Sarah Jane, I’ve helped other cases get reopened and looked into, even solved, but for some reason, no one with Boston PD, at least not in the Beacon Hill borough, seems to be very helpful. But I haven’t really tried that hard either… I-I…haven’t wanted to know in all honesty. I can help someone else’s case quite easily, but I just don’t wanna think about my own.”

“Well, I think it’s going to be a very healthy thing for you to continue therapy. I would like to continue to work with you to help you face these memories and deal with them. I would highly recommend that you NOT work on this case yourself, at least not for a while, you need to deal with these dreams and memories before you start working on the case as aggressively as you do in your pod cast. Yes, I’m a fan, you do great work. Very inspiring. Let’s deal with these dreams and how they fit in your world now at age 32 because somewhere in there is a little 11-year-old girl who is fighting to remember what happened to her. So, let’s work on giving her some peace of mind. How does that sound?”

“I would really like that, I’m nervous but… I…I am going to trust this process,” you say with a slightly plastic smile.

“I also reviewed your intake paperwork, and you said you were open to hypnotherapy, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve never tried it, but I know a few of the clients I’ve worked with have found it to be helpful, so I’m open to it.  I don’t know if you can get me to clear my mind enough to go under…but…who knows? Maybe I’ll just fall asleep, as tired as I am,” you say with a disgusted chuckle.

Dr. Freeman frowns, “You mentioned you weren’t relaxing enough to rest well, and the nightmares were keeping you up as well. I have a supplement I recommend for that L-Theanine is an excellent source of a specialized amino acid that helps with anxiety. I’ll send you a link to purchase and I recommend one capsule each night before bed. It can even help in a pinch if you’re feeling particularly anxious. Make sure you’re taking a good multivitamin and get that handsome boyfriend of yours to help you relax before bed so you can get a full night’s sleep. It’s going to be important as we work together that you take good care of yourself, ok?”

“Thank you, I will,” you say nibbling your fingers.

“I have an appointment available on Friday morning at 10 a.m. Will that work for you?”

You take a moment to review your schedule and that happens to be a great time for you albeit the day before the first MSG show, that night you and Harry have a dinner engagement to attend, but that morning works.  “That works great for me,” you say as you add it to your calendar.

She takes her glasses off and sets the clipboard back to one side. “Excellent, now I want you to do me a favor. I would like for you to keep track of any dreams, flashbacks or things that arise related to your parents. I recommend you just keep notes on your phone of when things come up of what it was you remembered, what you were doing when you remembered it and how it made you feel. It can be as detailed or as simple as you like, but just make sure you note it so we can talk about it. Feel free to make a note of anything that might come up that you’re curious about, but I specifically want you to remember to note those parent related ideations that arise.”

You finish up your conversation, bid your thank yous and farewells and close the call. “Whew!” you say rolling back from the desk. You take a moment to look at the picture on the desk. It’s a candid shot of you at the cottage on the sitting on the couch in low light with a glass of wine in your hand, the fire place reflecting off the glass and your eyes as you smile softly for the camera. No, not for the camera, for Harry…that’s who you were smiling for. That’s who always makes you smile, you think as you finger your engagement ring. You hear a soft knock at the door and see his fingers appear on the door as he cracks it slightly and pokes his curly-haired head in.

“Ya alright, babe? Dinna hear ya talkin’ when I walked by…though’ I’d check on ya,” he says leaning against the doorframe half in the door and half out.

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s just a lot.”

He scoots in all the way and walks over to you behind the desk. He leans over and rests his hands on the arms of your chair. “You really ok, baby?” he asks kissing the top of your head.

You let your head fall back against the chair headrest, “Yeah, I will be,” you say searching his eyes. You know you should really tell him everything, it just doesn’t feel like the right time. He’s so patient to wait. So heartstoppingly patient and understanding, he may long to know what’s happened, but he would never hold an expectation that you reveal anything before you’re ready. “I love you, H,” you say cupping his cheek.  

He turns his head to kiss the palm of your hand, “I love ya too…so much.”

“Thank you for this,” you say nodding toward the monitor.

He squats down and rests his hands on your thighs, “Ya welcome. Hey, I made a reservation fo’ tanight at Pete’s Place. Talked ta Pete, himself,” he smiles a smirky grin, “We’ll be in the Carina room, that’s Pete’s wife’s and Pete said Carina would be serving us herself.”

“How very posh,” you say with a sly smile, “I hope Carina can keep secrets…”

His eyebrows jump, “Mmmm…like tha sound of tha’.” His hands run up and down your thighs. “Wear a dress, somethin’ sexy…”

“Yes, sir,” you say leaning forward as if to kiss him. You pass his lips instead and go straight for his ear where you blow out gently, “Something sexy, hmm? Harold, do you have plans for me? Would you like to come help me pick something out, I do…sooo love…your…tassstte…” you continue breathily.

He puffs out a breath against your neck. “Careful wha’ ya wish fo’ Jezebel,” he rasps against your skin causing you to shiver.

Your hands move to his neck, fingers lightly grazing the nape of his neck because you know it drives him crazy and you feel his pulse jump under your palm. “I’ll wear whatever you pick out…no complaints.”

He smirks and kisses your neck. “In tha’ case come wi’ me,” he says standing up and grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the office and into the walk-in closet. “I have the perfect dress fo’ ya,” he says, leaning down to pull out a fancy box from one of the drawers and sets it on the top of the dresser.

“What’s this?!”

“Wha’ ya wearin’ tonigh’ wi’ no complaints,” he says smirking.

Your hands hesitate over the box.

“Go on. Open it.”

“Ok,” you say breathily and open the box. You’d challenged him and the fact that he’d already anticipated this moment has your heart racing. Hands shaking, you untie the bow and pull up the lid and gently peel back the glittery tissue paper and gasp. You pull out the dress, mouth open. It’s a beautiful mini dress. Parts of it are sheer but there are crystals strategically placed so that your covered but skin will still show through.

He’s watching you intently, gauging your reaction. “Ya like it?”

Your eyes slide to meet his. “It’s gorgeous. Everyone’s gonna see a lot of me tonight,” you say blushing.

“Body like yours deserves to be shown off. There’s more,” he says pointing to the box.

You lay down the dress and go back into the box and pull out a pair of matching ballet flats. He knows your aversion to high heels. You smile and move to stand in front of him. “Thank you. I love it.”

He places his hands on your waist. “Can’ wait ta see ya in it an’ can’ wait ta see ya out of it,” he says against your mouth.

“Mmmm…me either.”

He leans and kisses you…soft at first and then you feel his tongue on the seam of your lips.

You open your mouth and your tongue darts out and tangles with his. You sigh into his kisses and just let yourself be consumed by him - the taste of him, the feel of him, the smell of him. You moan into his mouth and he pulls you closer, one of his hands on your bum pulling you into him.

He pulls back, both of you breathless, eyes glazed over with lust. “If I dinna wan’ see ya in tha’ dress s’bad, I’d cancel our reservation,” he says pressing his forehead to yours.

“Mmmm…don’t tempt me.”

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Hired a hair an’ makeup person fo’ ya. They should be here soon.”

“Harry…didn’t have to.”

“Know I didn’t. Wan’ned ta.”

“Thank you.”

Just then you hear a knock at the door. “That’ll be them then.”

You pad out of the closet and open the door and sure enough it’s the beauty team. You welcome them in and they get set up and get started making you look beautiful.

An hour and half later and your coiffed and made up and it’s time to get ready. You decide on a tiny pair of thong bikini panties and then you slip your barely there dress on and pull it down, careful not to ruin your hair and makeup and then look in the mirror and your mouth drops open. Your hands smooth down your body and you smile. It’s gorgeous. You slip your sparkly flats on and go to the en-suite in search of Harry. He’s standing in front of the bathroom mirror styling his curls. You smile watching him without him knowing.

Finally satisfied with his hair he turns and sees you in the doorway and his eyes get wide. “Fuckin’ hell, Jezebel. Ya look…look fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You giggle. “Thank you. You look pretty good yourself.”

He looks down at his black flared pants, lace shirt with the ribbon tie and black blazer that he wore at Jeffery’s wedding and smiles. “Thank ya. Ya ready?”

You nod.

“Jus’ gotta put my shoes and rings on.”

You smile. “Sure.”

You sit on the bed and watch him select his rings and slip them on and you shiver, a shot of arousal shooting straight through you at the sight. You look down at your gorgeous engagement ring and sigh. The thought of taking it off makes you sad. You get up and walk into the closet and silently place your ring in his ring box. He meets your eyes as his fingers trace over your ring finger, letting you know that it’s ok. He pulls your hands up to his mouth and kisses it.

You smile.

“Ya ready?”

You nod and then you’re getting in the elevator and going down to the lobby and out the door where Cal is waiting for you in the car.

Harry helps you settle by buckling you in, something he’s always done. “Thank you,” you say as he softly kisses you.

He quirks an eye. “Wha’ fo’?” he says as he buckles himself.

“For always making sure I’m buckled in.”

He smiles, staring hard, “Baby, always make sure ya safe,” he leans in to your ear, “’sides, gives me a great opportunity ta accidentally touch ya…fuck knows I’d do anythin’ ta get close ta ya…mmm…ya smell so good tanight,” he says has he noses behind your ear causing a hitch in your breathing and your body to break out in goosebumps.

“Thank you, it’s just my shampoo.”

“Nah, tha’s no’ wha’ it is…jus’ you…’s jus’ you, love,” he says before he kisses his way to your lips.

You smile as he pulls away. “So where is Pete’s, babe?”

“’S jus’ outside tha city. ‘S quiet an’ Pete an’ Carina are tha swee’est people. Lovely, large Italian family…all in tha business tagether. It’s in this old three story ‘ouse tha’s been renova’ed to ‘ave tables in their own rooms so ya eat in privacy. We are in Carina’s room on tha third floor. ‘S ma favorite room, ‘s quiet. Ev’rythin’ is so fresh an’ Pete’s cookin’ fo’ us tanight, so he knows wha’ I wan’ an’…well, babe, ya jus’ gon’ love it as much as me. Carina makes this red wine vinegar dressin’ fo the salad…mmm… it’s delicious.”

“I sounds amazing, and what a great concept to have rooms in an old home for dining.”

“It is…an’ each room closes off. Staff always knock before enterin’ an’ ya call fo’ them by switchin’ on a light that indicates ya need service. Most of tha time ‘s hard ta get a reservation,” he says running his fingers down your thigh.

You slide you hand over his and can’t help the disappointment of seeing your hand on his without your engagement ring. You quickly recover and place your other hand over it so it’s out of sight.

He notices the disappointment, “Soon, baby, soon….”

“No, I don’t wanna rush it, honestly, I’m enjoying it as our secret, I just miss my ring I’ll be glad when Anne sends that chain so I can wear it around my neck.”

“Yeah, it’ll be close ta ya heart, right here,” he says running his hand over your chest.

“You tryna cop a feel, Styles?” you tease.

“No’ at first, bu’ maybe now,” he says as his finger runs down and around your nipple.

Cal clears his throat and announces that you’re about fifteen minutes out.

The rest of the drive is a beautiful trek through a heavily wooded area up a two-lane road that looks like a private drive, but there doesn’t seem to be anything in sight ahead. Finally, you break through to a clearing and a big, beautiful yellow Victorian home with white trim is lit up like a Christmas tree. There’s a small sign hanging that says, “Pete’s Place est. 1953”.  There are two white rocking chairs on the front porch, one with the name “Pete” painted on the head rest and the other “Carina”. There are wooden crates stacked with tomatoes and lemons in some and brown bottles in the others. It’s absolutely charming. The minute the door to the car opens you can smell the fresh cut grass that surrounds and, yep, the smell of roasted garlic and fresh baked Italian bread.

You grab Harry’s hand as you make you way up the sidewalk to the front doors. Through the glass of the front door there you see a small, dark-haired woman dressed in a red dress covered with a white apron looking back at you. She claps her hands together and throws the doors open but takes a moment to yell back in the house, “Pe - te! He’s here!”

Harry squeezes your hand and looks at you with a smile and you can’t resist the grin and giggle that escapes.

“Har-ry! It’s so lovely to see you,” she says as she grabs his cheeks to kiss. She abruptly pushes him to the side and grabs your hands and looks you up and down, “And this must be the beautiful love you told Pete about!” She cups your cheek, “You are too beautiful for Harry! Harry!” She whirls around to him, “She’s too beautiful for you, piccolo!”

“I know, I know, Carina,” he says with laugh and a shrug.

She turns to point a wagging finger at him, “And you’d do good to never forget that, piccolo! She’s too beautiful…just perfecto,” she says turning back to you.

At this point you can’t help the giggles coming from behind your hand that’s covering your mouth. Carina is something else and then some. She’s utterly delightful.

“Leave the bambino alone, Rina…” a gray-haired balding man standing in the doorway says as he dries his hands on a towel.

Harry walks over to him, “Pete, thanks for havin’ us on such short notice.”

Pete reaches out to shake his hand and ends up pulling him in for a hug, “You know we always have room for you here Harry! I see Rina has met your lady, but I haven’t had the pleasure.”

After introductions, Pete excuses himself to the kitchen and Carina leads you up the stairs to your dining room.

“You are in the Carina Room, piccolo.” Carina says smoothing her apron as she makes her way up the steps.

Harry squeezes your hand and winks as you follow Carina up the stairs. You rush up a couple of steps to get ahead of him and tease him by stopping causing him to step into your bum. You glance over your shoulder to smirk and wink animatedly at him as he grabs your hips above him to steady himself. He quickly places a kiss to your lower back and then makes his way up the couple of steps and up a few more to pull you along. “Minx,” he mutters on his way by causing you to giggle.

“Careful Harry! Be a gentleman!” Carina scolds looking over the banister to see what’s taking you so long, “Don’t rush her up the stairs.” Shaking her head, “Bambini che giocano sulle scale. Heavens! Bambini che si fanno male,” Carina mutters under her breath in Italian.

You look at Harry and both swallow the giggle that threatens to erupt. “Busted,” you mouth to him. He sticks his tongue out and makes a goofy face before finally sucking in both lips with a smirk. When you reach the landing you quickly make your way to Carina before she has a chance to turn around.

“Har… where is that bambino?” Carina asks placing both hands on her hips.  

Ever the tattle-tale you point toward the landing and say, “He’s back there…”

“Harry! Stop ya dawdlin’, piccolo.  My gracious, your mind is wandering like a lost sheep,” she says taking your hand and leading you into your dining room.

“This is your room for supper tonight,” she says as opens the china cabinet and pulls out two dinner plates, salad plates, bowls, stemware and locates flatware from the drawers.  She begins to set the beautiful, yet overly large dining table.  She sets two places on the corner of the rectangular table.  There are six chairs along the ends and one side of the table and a long bench along the other side. The table is rustic looking with a dark stain and a matching, lighted china cabinet sat at one end holding enough china and wares for the seats in the room. Carina pulls out two silver candle sticks and gold long tapered candles, “I use the nice candles for you, darling. This is a special occasion, no?” she comments looking at you.

You look over to Harry who smiles at the floor, “They’re all special occasions with her, Carina.”

You blush and match his smile at the floor as he moves over to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Oh piccolo, I can see that…I can certainly see that.” She turns to you and takes your hand in hers, “He never brings a lady here…it is love that brings you,” she says and makes a point to tap your left ring finger causing you to gasp and look at him with wide eyes.

He tugs on his smiling lips with his forefinger and thumb and shakes his head looking at the floor, “Carina, ya are a hopeless roman’ic…,” he drawls with an extra thick accent.

She pats your hand and turns to leave, “Harry will tell you how things work around here, bambina. Harry, piccolo, you want your usual?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Alright, I will leave you two alone. Shall I serve you or would you like to just serve yourselves?”

“Ya know, Carina, I think we can manage, I’ll flip tha light if we need ya. Also sent up a bottle of red, an’ some of your ginger beer an’ cream soda. Wanna give my girl here a taste of Pete’s specialties,” he says pulling you close to him.

“Will do, I’ll send it up the waiter, along with an ice bucket. You need anything else, you flip the light.” She turns her attention to you, “Welcome, darling, we hope you enjoy your evening, and it’s lovely to meet you,” she says as she steps outside the door. She slides the door panel door shut and the latch clicks.

You turn toward the table but before you can make a move, he has you pulled around and pushed up against the wall.

“Harry!” you whisper shout shocked.

He nuzzles your neck with his nose. “Can’ help it. Ya look s’amazin’…can’ stop starin’.” His hands slide down from your waist, just lightly grazing your sides until he reaches the hem of your dress. Both of your heads turn as you hear the whine and hiss of the dumb waiter. “An’ believe me, Jezebel, befo’ we leave here tonigh’, I’ll be doin’ a lot mo’ than starin’.”

“Harry,” you say breathless, gasping as his fingers slightly pull at the hem of your dress.

“Salads here. Shall we?” He says pulling back and going to stand in front of your chair, pulling it out.

You walk on shaky legs to the chair and sit down and he tucks you in.

He pours the wine and you clink glasses. “Cheers Jezebel.”

“Cheers.” You take a sip and sigh. “This is good.”

He smiles and brings the ice bucket with the ginger beer and cream soda, sitting it on the table. “Wanna try one of these?”

You shake your head. Let’s drink the wine first and have our salad. Heard a lot about this salad dressing from a fan of this place.”

He laughs his breathy little laugh.

“Fair enough, Jezebel,” he says spooning salad into two bowls from the large salad bowl. “Bread?”

You nod frantically and he chuckles, grabbing a slice of warm bread on the side of the bowl.

He places the bowl in front of you and then you’re picking up your forks and diving in.

“Oh my god, you were right about this dressing! It’s delicious!”

Harry smiles at you fondly. “Knew you’d love it.”

You take a bite of bread. “Don’t get me started on this bread.”

“It’s worth the carbs, this bread.”

You finish up your salads and wine and he places all the dishes and extra food in the dumbwaiter and hits the button.

“They’ll box up any leftovers,” he says before you can ask. “We have about 45 minutes until dinner. Dance with me?”

“Ummm…” it’s just then you hear Little Freak coming out of the speakers and smile.

He stands up and holds out his hand and you place your hand in his and stand up. He pulls you into his arms and then you’re swaying to the song he wrote about you, never breaking eye contact. You can feel the goosebumps raise on your arms as he sings the chorus and places his forehead to yours.

You can’t help the lump that forms in your throat as he whispers the words. You swallow hard trying to hold it together.

“I’m… just thinkin’ abou’ you…,” he sings. “Ya know tha’s true, Jesus, baby, I’m always thinkin’ abou’ ya, you are such a distractin’,” he places a soft kiss to your lips and hold there, “doesn’t matter ‘f ya around or no’, ‘s effort ta concentrate…this song’s filled wi’ words an’ memories I had through tha years…jus’ hard ta believe ya mine, ‘m so in love wi’ ya.”

“I love you, H. So much it’s consuming.”

He runs his hand down your bum and pulls your hips in to his even more than they already are. You can feel his strong thighs and growing bulge.

“Harry…” you whisper softly.

“Sorry, ‘m jus’ thinkin’ abou’ when I finally go’ ta tell ya abou’ this song. Waited s’ fuckin’ long for ya ta ‘no…was worth tha wait,” he kisses your bottom lip then works his way to your ear, “Buried deep inside ya when I told ya abou’ it, ‘member?”

“God, Harry, how could I forget. We left our own dinner party…got me naked…”

“Was abou’ ta bare ma soul, wan’ed ya bare ta me,” he says kissing below your ear. “Felt so fuckin’ good…but ya always feel s’good ta me.”

About that time the song closes and you whimper softly, “Damn…” you mutter.  Then you hear the first few chords and know immediately what’s about to play next. He pulls his stare back on yours and kisses your nose. You both whisper, “Used to spend nights out in bar room…” as the song Tennessee Whiskey drips softly from the speakers. Your sways instinctively slows, but you pull in even closer, wrapping your arms around his neck as he grins down at you and moves in to kiss your shoulder. His finger thread up through the back of your hair and he presses his lips hard to the space below your ear. His teeth work their way up to the lobe of your ear and you feel the warmth of his breath whisp down your neck. You shiver.

“Warm…as a glass of brandy…I stay…stoned..on your love…all..the..time,” he breaths in your ear. “So warm, baby, ya always s’warm…God, I wan’ make ya cum so bad, wan’ see it, wan’ feel it….wan’ taste it, he whispers thickly, accent rasping in your ear.

“Har…” you start to whisper

He takes a step forward which pushes you backward and you feel the table at your bum causing you to gasp as he slots a thigh against your core. “Please, love, don’ tell me no, please,” he pleads against your lips, his eyes wide, staring into yours.

“Ok,” is all you can manage.

His hands draw down to the hem of your dress and he walks it up to your waist. The dress is tight so it takes a little wiggle on your part to help him draw it up. His eyes stay on yours for a few seconds before he can’t stand it any longer and they fall to see what he has revealed. He grips your waist, “up…” he mutters as he helps you sit perched on the edge of the table. His hands slide down to between your knees and he pulls them open so he can work his hips in between them. He pulls you toward him opening you that much more to him.

“Tell me, angel. Are ya wet fo’ me?”

You gulp, meet his searching eyes and slowly start to nod.

“Jezebeeelll...,” he warns with a scolding but warm smile.

“Yes, Harry, god yes…I’m so wet for you,” you say closing your eyes and reveling in the fact that he is in control…when he wants your words…there’s no doubt left in your mind, he’s in control and he’s gonna take care of you and your surroundings so you have nothing to worry about. He’s got you. It’s the best feeling to just let go with him.

“Good girl,” he praises. He’s nose to nose with you, “Keep ya eyes on me, kay?

“Yes, I’ll keep my eyes on you.”

He smiles a tender, proud smile and you can’t help the feeling of excitement at making him proud.

He runs his hand up the inside of your thigh, his thumb rubbing the crease where your thigh meets your sex. “Ya ‘no I know ya scent, when we’re this close, my body know’s when ya turned on, just by ya scent. Ya ruined those tiny panties, right?”

You swallow hard and nod and he tsks and hisses, “Words please…”

You squeeze your eyes trying to concentrate, “Yes.”

“Yes, what, Jezebel?���

“Yes, I’ve ruined my panties,” you whimper softly against his mouth.

“Fuck, love ta hear ya breathe out those admissions,” he says biting his bottom lip and leaning his head to one side just as his lips take yours. He opens wide and thrusts his tongue in and slides it against yours. You’ve completely forgotten where you are as your fingers thread in the back of his hair. You suck on his tongue as he turns his head to get more of you. He continues to devour your mouth until you have to pull away to breathe. Panting he says, “Off…Off…take them off…” There’s no question, no statement to what he says, it’s a demand and you can’t wait to comply.

Just as you begin to reach under your hem to pull them off, he steps away to the door where he locks the latch and turns the lights off filling the room with only the light from the candles.

He’s back in an instant. “’S not that I don’t wanna see ya, ‘s jus’ that I wanna see the candlelight flicker in ya eyes,” he mutters as he helps by dropping your shoes to the floor and taking over pulling your panties off your ankles. He wads them up and shoves them in his pocket.

You smirk knowing he’s got a collection started of panties of yours he’s stolen in public places.

He cups both your cheeks in his hands and pulls your mouth to his for one last long sensual wet kiss. “Gonna lemme taste my honey? Gonna lay back on this table for me, Jezebel, and let me lick my pret-tee, wet, pussy, hmm?”

You answer by leaning back on both elbows.

He pulls your bum to the edge of the table and jerks a chair under him, sitting to get comfortable.

You smile and reach one hand out to cup his cheek to which he turns his head to kiss your palm.  “Ya gon’ have ta be quiet, yeah? I mean, think we’re tha only ones on tha third floor, but I can’t be sure.”

“I’ll be quiet, Harry.”

He nods and grabs your ankles to prop your heels on the edge of the table. He looks down at you wide open for him and can’t help but close his eyes and exhale through pursed lips. The air blowing out sliding over your wet cunt. He wraps his arms around your thighs and uses one hand to hold your dress up and the other to brace your hip. Keeping his eyes on yours, he starts by placing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your knee, then the inside of your thigh. Jaw slack, you let out soft moan of anticipation. When he places a soft kiss to your sensitive clit, your eyes roll back in your head. When he licks a stripe up your slit you can hardly keep your head upright. Your brows furrow when he does it again and you let out a rather loud whimper causing him to pop off with a smack.

“Easy babe…” he warns.

“Uh, I’m trying!”

He reaches forward and lightly flicks your clit, “Don’ sass, Jezebel, it doesn’ become ya.”

You flex your bum at the sensation and your elbows falter, you lean give up the strength holding you up and just relax all the way down lifting your head just slightly looking for his approval. His hand rubs your tummy and his head nods once to let you know all is well. You reach down and thread your fingers with his on your tummy.

“I love ya, Jezebel, love ev’rythin’ abou’ ya, baby.”

“Oh Harry, I love you too.”

His free hand pets your pussy and his forefinger and middle finger part your lips. You can feel his warm rings against your skin, just before his warm wet tongue licks circles around your clit. You feel a rush of arousal coat your channel and the idea you might drip on Carina’s table causing you to jerk your knees together.

“Baby, ‘f had ya home, ‘d have these legs tied open, keep these knees open.”

You respond by letting your knees fall open again and you can feel his smile against your body, “Oh Harry…”

“So good fo’ me, my sweet Jezebel…love my sweet honey,” he says lapping at your sex, slurping every drop your body pushes out for him. You feel the fingers he’s using to hold you open slide down to your drippy hole and circle it.

“God that feels so good,” you whisper up into the room.

“Yeah?”

“Yes!”

“How abou’ this?” he asks just before he slips both fingers in to the first knuckle. He twists and turns his hand his fingers screwing into your depths.

“Hahh..Hahh,” you whimper moan and then bite the back of your free hand trying to get control of your noises.

“Wish I could hear ya, swee’heart, but we gotta be quiet,” he says kissing the inside of your knee.

“Mmmm…” you nod faltering and squeezing your eyes.

He leans in and kisses your clit as his fingers pump in and out. He curls his fingers slightly and immediately hits your g-spot. He knows your body better than you do at this point.

You raise your head to meet his eyes.

“There?” he asks.

You nod your response unable to speak at this point and you squeeze his fingers and bite your bottom lip and let out a soft whine as he pumps and pumps. When he sucks hard on your clit your head falls back to the table and your back arches sharply, knuckles turning while as you fist one hand.

He knows you’re close so he continues his assault on your sensitive body. His thumb replaces his lips on your clit and he circles softly as his other hand continues to pump.

“Close…I’m so close, H.  Don’t stop… don’t stop.”

He flutters his eyes and kisses the inside of your thigh. When your thighs begin to quiver with orgasm he mouths against your skin while his eyes fix on your opening and closing channel. “So fuckin’ sexy….”

With your back still arched you twist slightly from side to side as the contractions of the orgasm flood your core. You bite down hard on the inside of your mouth to keep from calling out to him.  

You raise your head to get his attention while he holds his lips to the inside of your thigh. “Please?” you whisper.

He furrows his brows.

“Want you…it just…not the same without you…want you, please?” you whisper while panting and staring with pupils blown, reaching for his arm to pull yourself up as he stands.

“Babe, I can wait,” he says hearing the dumbwaiter arrive with your food. You both look over to where the aroma of homemade Italian food is oozing.

You pull his cheek over to meet your eyes as you place your lips on his. “But I don’t wanna…I need to feel you inside me, please don’t say no,” you whine against his lips as you reach for the button on his pants. “I promise, I’ll be quick.”

“Jesus, Jezebel, tha’s supposed ta be my line,” he says grasping your wrists and smirking.

You look down at his hands on yours and frown then close your eyes and take a deep breath. “Step back for me”

He steps back and you slide off the table, turn around, pulling your dress up to your waist. You swing your hair to one side and brace yourself on the edge of the table, bent, with your legs spread for him.

He hesitates, takes a look at the locked door and back to your bare bum and begins to rapidly unbutton and unzip his pants. His hard cock falls out and you can barely swallow a whimpered groan.

He pushes down on your lower back cause your back to thrust your sex out to him. He grasps his cock and lines up with your sopping pussy and pushes in slowly inche by inch until he bottoms out deep inside you.

His jaw clenches and you can hear him swallow as he squeezes your waist.

About that time a shadow takes up space blocking the light from under the door.  

You both look over at the same time and you bite your bottom lip and he holds his finger up to his mouth. You both can’t help a slight snort of giggle.

Outside, Carina is about to knock when she stops stares at the door for a second, looks both ways then o leans in toward the door. She hears a gasp and snort, then silence. She straightens with a smile.

Pete comes up the stairs and bellows, “Well, did they like it?”

Carina waves down at Pete and shushes him. He walks over and whispers, “Is something wrong?”

She places her hand on his chest, “Oh no, mi amour, everything is fine, they haven’t even gotten to food yet.”

“Well, what’s wrong with the…” he starts as he raises his hand to knock.

Carina grabs his hand, “Don’t you dare!” she whisper-shouts, “They are in love, P. Let them be….”

Pete frowns and then raises his eyebrows with realization. “Ahh…”

Carina caresses his cheek, “Yes, I saw the look…in his eyes, but also in hers,” she looks to the side and back to Pete whispering quietly, “I think our piccolo has given her a ring, but it’s a secret.”

“Oh Car…careful, your nose with get you in trouble…” Pete warns and taps her nose with his forefinger.

“I know love when I see it, Pete.”

He smiles and wraps his arms around her, “Yes, prediletto,” he says kissing her gently. They turn and with his arm around her waist, Pete leads his bride of fifty-six years to the stairs and down.

Meanwhile, he has begun slowly thrusting while you move back on him.

You revel in the feeling of him moving inside you; the fullness of being filled by him. “Ssssoo good,” you mutter to yourself.

“Gon’ be quick, Jezebel. Take ya slow and easy later…” he warns just as he picks up the pace and the sound of his hips against your bum cheeks quietly makes its way to your ears.

It takes no time for you to cum because you never really stopped…Your ability to cum multiple times is so easy with him.

He sucks in both his lips trying to maintain some control. “Babe, don’ wanna mess up ya dress,” he says squeezing his eyes tight as his balls draw up.

You turn your head long enough to see the frustration on his face, but you realize he has a point. You do have to sit through the rest of dinner and ride back into the city with a barely-there dress on. You grab his hand on your hip and squeeze as you pull forward and he falls out. “Hold on,” you whisper as you turn around to face him. You tiptoe to give him a kiss and then slowly move down his body until you’re on your knees before him. You roll your eyes up to his and smirk as your hand encircles his hardness.

He smooths your hair, “Ya sure? Don’ hav’ ta.”

You answer by placing a kiss on his tip and take him down your throat.  He’s warm and hard but his skin is as soft as velvet. He tastes clean and earthy, and all Harry.  

His fingers fist in your hair as his head falls back on his shoulders, teeth clenched, jaw tight. His breathing picks up and you can feel his heart beat on your tongue as the blood flows through the vein on the bottom of his cock. Your free hand squeezes his thigh as he groans softly.

“Cumming…cumming,” he whispers as he looks down into your eyes. Brows pulled tight, bottom lip in his teeth, you feel the warmth of his cum run down your throat. It spurts over and over and his stance falters slightly as you swallow him down. You pop off and lick your bottom lip causing his eyes to flutter and his breath to stall. “Jesus. Christ.” He takes a moment to run his thumb along your lip then quickly buttons, zips and helps you get your feet under you. He bends down and straightens your dress down and you smooth it in front. He crouches down to catch your eyes, “Thank you, dinna hav’ ta do tha’…”

You lean into him, “I know, I wanted to. Your Jezebel, loves her little freak…but maybe I’m a little bit of a freak too.”

He pulls your chin up and kisses you deeply, “Thought of both of us on ya tongue, ya so fuckin’ perfect fo’ me.”

“I love you Harry…all of you.”

“Love ya too, Jezebel.”

“Will you plate our food while I run to the ladies room?” you say slipping into your shoes.

“‘Course.”

You excuse yourself and find a restroom just around the corner outside your dining room.

He’s just pouring the wine as you come back into the room and sit down. Your stomach rumbles at the sight of the bowl of Alfredo pasta and the hunk of garlic bread on the plate next to it. “Does this taste as good as it looks?”

He smiles as you sit down. “It’s better, Jezebel. Promise.”

You take a bite and he watches your face as your eyes roll back in your head. “Oh my god! This is amazing!” You say, taking another bite.

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “I told ya it was good.” He holds up  his wine glass. “Cheers Jezebel.”

You raise yours and clink your glass to his. “Cheers.”

You talk and giggle over dinner and just enjoy this wonderful calm before the storm of his residency gets under way.

You finish up your pasta and he sends the leftovers back down the dumbwaiter to be boxed up.

“Dessert and coffee’ll be up soon.”

“I think I’ll go to the loo real quick first,” you say kissing him quickly. You walk down the hallway and you see flashing lights and hear commotion from the window. You gasp as you look out and see the parking lot swamped with paps and fans. You jump as Carina places her hand on your elbow.

“Don’t worry, bambina. We’ll work it out,” Carina tells you.

“Has this ever happened before?”

She shakes her head no. “Not like this, no. Pete and our grandsons will take care of it.”

You sigh. “Thank you.”

“Pfft. You’re welcome, bambina,” she says, patting your arm.

You turn back to go back to Harry and see Pete standing in front of the door waiting for you. You open it and he follows you in.

He looks up in surprise at the look on your face. “Everythin’ ok?” He asks as you sit down.

“Yes, but there’s a situation.”

He drops his napkin on the table. “What’s goin’ on?” He asks looking between you and Pete.

“There’re paps and fans outside,” you say, grabbing his hand.

He hangs his head and your heart breaks a little.

“It’s ok, H. I’m sure Pete has a plan,” you say looking up at Pete.

“Uh yes, bambina. Me and my sons and grandsons will help you out of here. Carina is sending up dessert now. When you get ready to go, we will assist you,” Pete says, wringing his hands slightly.

“I’m sorry, Pete. I though’ we’d made it out of the city unfollowed.”

“It’s not your fault! You couldn’t have known piccolo!” Pete exclaims.

“Granpapa! Is he still here? Is he still here?” You hear coming from the hallway.

Two tween girls bound Into the room, eyes wide as they look to Pete and then to you and Harry.

“Luna! Valentina! You know you weren’t supposed to come up here!” Pete exclaims.

You look at Harry and smile and he smiles back.

“It’s ok, Pete. Hi girls,” he says and they gasp in pleasure and shock. He stands up and walks to where they’re standing in shock, mouths open. He’s taking to them in soothing tones and you can see them start to relax. They’re smiling and giggling and practically swooning as he leans in to hug them both.

“C’mon nipotinas! Let’s leave them to their dessert!” Pete says, ushering them out the door.

They wave shyly to you and Harry and then they’re gone and Pete closes the door.

Just then the dumbwaiter comes up. He sighs and grabs the tray and sits it on the table next to you.

You watch as he pours the coffee and sits the bowl of tiramisu in front of you, and places two spoons on the table. “You ok?” You ask him as he sits back down.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. I hate it, bu’ ‘m fine.”

“I know, baby. I’m sorry, but it’ll be fine.”

He takes a spoonful of tiramisu and smiles. “Yeah ya righ’.” But the smile doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

You do your best to distract him by feeding him and it’s mostly working. You get a genuine smile when you boop his nose. He grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. “Love ya Jezebel.”

You blush. “I love you too.”

He feeds you the last bite and then places everything back in the dumbwaiter and flips the lightswitch.

A few minutes later, Pete and Carina come in and then you all make your way to the front door. Pete opens it three inches and then quickly shuts it.

“How bad is it?” Harry asks from behind him.

“Uh, well, there are many persons out there.”

You wince at the sigh that leaves his mouth.

“Your leftovers are in the car and the driver is ready to go. We will go out first and hold them back so you and the bambina can get through to the car, capiche?” Pete says to you all.

Everyone nods and Pete and his crew go out the door. You can hear them making a path to the car.

Harry turns around and grabs your hands in his. “You can do this. I’m righ’ in front of ya. Jus’ keep holda ma hands an’ stay close ta me, yeah?”

You nod.

He kisses your forehead. “I’ve go’ ya. Gon’ be ok.”

“Oh piccolo! Bambina! I’m so happy for you both! You come to see me again soon, yes?” Carina says, kissing you both on your cheeks and opening the door.

As soon as he steps through the threshold, the flashes are so bright you can barely see and he puts his hands behind his back and you grab his hands, entwining your fingers with his.

He steps out onto the porch and everyone is screaming his name. Your fingers grip his harder as he maneuvers you down the stairs and past the circus. You’re about halfway through when a pap breaks through the men holding them back.

“Get back!” Pete yells but the pap is already in front of you and snapping pics like crazy.

You scream as you see Cal yank the pap back and then you move forward again. It feels like forever but you’re finally in the car and you snuggle up to him and bury your face in his neck. You’re shaking and tears are streaming down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, H. I thought I could handle it, but that was intense.”

“Shhhh, Jezebel. Ya ok. Shhhh…” he says pulling you closer.

You pull back and look into his eyes. “When we get home…will you take me, H? Make me yours? Please? I need to go to that place where it’s just you and me. Please?”

“I’ll give ya whatever ya need, ya know tha’.”

You slump back into him, your head in his neck. “Thank you.”

You feel yourself start to crash as the adrenaline high from the night begins to fall rapidly. The lull from the car engine, the smooth ride, Harry’s heartbeat and occasionally placed tender kiss soothes you to a light sleep. Soon, you’re lying flat on the floor with something heavy over you, a woman’s face staring at you, but you have this foreboding feeling that she isn’t well. She looks so shiny… why does she look so shiny like she’s made of plastic? And why are her eyes unmoving? Why isn’t she blinking? Her eyes look familiar…they look like the ones you see each day in the mirror. Why does this woman have your eyes and why is there darkness all around…other than…a blue blinking light? You feel like you’re being dragged away from the woman, but you don’t want to be…she needs you. You shouldn’t be leaving her! Wait! Wait! Don’t leave her. There’s a tear trickling down the side of her face from those blank eyes. “Alone…leave me…stop…stop…leave me alone!” you call out.  Then you hear someone calling for a baby? Who’s baby? Stop! Someone is grabbing your wrists.

“Baby, Babe…shh…oh baby please…it’s me! It’s Harry! Jezebel!!” he calls out holding your wrists to his chest so you stop fighting him.

“Har…ry?” you whimper shaking all over.

“Yeah, babe, it’s me, shhhh…jus’ a dream…shhh… I’m right here.”

You look down at his shirt and see it wrinkled from where you have it fisted. “Oh my god, H! I’m so sorry,” you say frantically smoothing out his shirt.  “I…I must’ve fallen asleep. Th-there was this woman,” you close your eyes and shake your head.  “Her eyes…they looked like mine. I just don’t understand…”

“Hmm…d’ya wanna talk abou’ it?”

Sitting straighter in the seat you look out the window and shake your head. “I don’t even know what there is to talk about…I don’t know why this is happening, I mean, why now?” you wonder aloud unable to meet his gaze.

“’S ok,” he says softly. “Look at me. Really. ‘S ok an’ we’re gonna figure this out, mkay?”

You turn and nod your head reluctantly.

He pulls your chin up, “Stay with me. Don’ get lost in ya head, we’re almost home.”

The car pulls into the underground parking and you make your way to the elevator fingers threaded together. Thankfully he doesn’t say a word about your sweaty palm, he just holds on tight and the reassurance is exactly what you need.

In the elevator, he kisses your temple and pulls out his phone.  “’M gonna call Jeffrey ta let ‘em ‘no abou’ tha paps tonight. Maybe they can get on top of wha’ might get posted tanight.”

You nod your head as the elevator dings and he squeezes your hand and leads you in the apartment. “Ya be alright ta go on up an’ get comfortable while I make this call real quick? I’ll be up straight away, yeah?”

You smile softly and nod your head. “Yeah, I’ll be alright.”

He leans forward, grabs your cheeks and pulls your face in to captures your lips. “I love ya. You wan’ me ta run ya a bath? Or bring ya some of that tea ya love?” he asks eyes meeting yours with concern.

You start to shake your head slowly…

“Ya sure…? I…”

“Yes, I don’t want a bath or tea. I jus…I-I just want you…to help me get lost… please?”

His eyes search yours back and forth and he sees the torment and pleading. He leans forward to kiss the tip of your nose, “Ok. Go get comfy, love, an’ I’ll be right up.”

He watches as you walk away stopping at the base of the stairs to slip your shoes off. You bend to grab them and carry them and yourself up the stairs with a deep sigh. He shakes his head and murmurs, “Fuck…”  He hates feeling so helpless. His girl needs him and in a way only he can provide. He steps to the office and presses the dial button on his phone for Jeffrey. He sums up the evening and thanks Jeffrey for getting on top of it. He’s about to turn out the lamp when he looks down and see the Boston Police department seal at the top of a stack of papers. A closer look says it’s from the Homicide Division with a date of 2001. He picks up the papers and turns them over face down. As curious as he is to know what happened, this isn’t the way to find out.  “Patience Styles…” he murmurs to himself.  He knows you’ll come to him when the time is right. He shakes his head feeling heartbroken for the story that’s haunting you…haunting you with memories you can’t even decipher. Tonight, he’ll do his best, tonight he'll do what you asked of him…he’ll help you get lost…remind you that you’ll always be able to find yourself in him.

As he makes his way up the stairs, he unbuttons his cuffs and begins to make a plan. He stops in his tracks as soon as he steps inside the bedroom doorway.  There are candles lit and there in the middle of the bed you sit, naked, on your knees, hands palm side up on your thighs, head bowed, sniffling with a old Alexander McQueen skull scarf draped across your thighs.

“Jesus, babe.”

You look up at him and your face his been scrubbed clean but he can see the tracks of tears that have run in rivulets down past your chin and on to your neck.

His shoulders slump and his jaw clenches. As much of a turn on as this is…the tears slay his insides. He walks to the edge of the bed and you simply hold your wrists out for him.

“Ya sure?”

“Yes, Harry, please…” you whisper with a final tear dripping down onto your bare chest.

He can’t help the fact that his eyes follow the tear as it slowly runs down to your hardened, crinkled nipple. Before he can even think better of it, his finger darts out to trace the wet dribble.

You close your eyes and let out a deep breath and your shoulders relax, the tension leaving your body.  

He leans forward and kisses your forehead, “I. Love. Ya. So. Much. Ya no’ alone in this…”

You nod your head to avoid a sob and although he’d rather have your words, somehow he knows you are doing your best to just hang on at the moment.

He pulls the scarf in his hands. “Wore this s’many times wrapped ‘round ma head,” he says with a chuckle, "looked kinda foolish if ‘m honest.”

“No, you looked amazing. I loved you in that scarf…that’s why I picked it.”

“Yeah?” he says wrapping it around your wrists. “Dinna think I looked like a right twat in it?”

“Harry, in your whole life, you’ve never looked like a right twat.”

He smiles as he looks at your expression relaxing. Yeah, this is exactly what she needs, he thinks to himself. A little “before” time. Before all the craziness…before the memories…Once he has the last knot tied he braces himself on his hands on either side of your thighs. “Do ya remember your safe word?”

You smile and relax that much further. Inside you feel yourself start to melt and relinquish. He has exactly what you need…to just let go.

“Rainbow.”

“Good girl…lie back fo’ me, Jezebel, an’ just let me take care of ya. Don’ hold back, wanna hear ya, feel ya, see ya…I wan’ all of ya tanight,” he says pulling your legs out straight and slightly parted on the mattress.  “D’ya need me ta tie them to the bed or can ya hold them above ya head? Yanno, nevermind, I wan’ ya tied down, all mine.”

He sees your breath catch in your throat before you release it with a long moan.

“Tha’s what ya wan’, huh, babe? You wanna be tied down fo’ me, don’ cha?”

He threads the hanging tails from the scarf around the slats of the headboard and knots them tight.

“Please, yes, please Harry,” you whimper and tug your wrists. The tighter the knot, the less you can move, the more you relax.

He leans down next to your ear, “Pull all ya wan’…give ‘em a good tug, love.  Ya not goin’ anywhere... ya mine…ta love…ta please…ta play wi’. An’ ya mine for forever. Where’s ma ring?”

You flutter you fingers from your bonds. The fact that you can only flutter them, reminds you that you can’t move causing you to gulp audibly and him to smile smugly. All this time, he’s held your eyes with his intensely, but you can’t resist rolling your head up the pillow so you can see your hands bound to the headboard.

“Tha’s right, baby, ya bound to our bed, wearin’ my ring, no body knows abou’ wha’ we do in this bed…it’s jus’ you,” he runs his forefinger down your torso from breastbone to belly button, “and me.” He reaches down to pull one knee up and out, taking a moment to kiss the sensitive skin on your knee cap. He then reaches across to push up the other knee spreading you open wide for him.

You tuck your head against your upstretched arm and look at him adoringly. “I love you Harry.”

“’No ya do, darlin’ an’ ya ‘no I love ya jus’ as much, don’ cha? Ya ‘no ya can trust me don’ cha?”

“Yes, I trust you.”

“Give me ya power, love. Lemme have control.”

You groan and your eyes flutter and roll back. Suddenly you feel a quick, startling slap to your wet core and your clit stings in response. Your eyes fly open and you suck in your bottom lip with a sharp gasp and a gulp, back arching off the mattress. Your hips flex at the sensation. “Mmmm…Harrrryyy…”

“Eyes on me, love. Ya keep ya focus on me, hear me.”

He stands back from the bed and begins to slowly undress. You’re so focused on his actions that you begin to recite the tattoos you see as you see them, “butterfly, swallows…” you swallow hard again, “ship, rose, mermaid…” you blink once, “A-Anchor....”  He begins take his rings off and you rush out, “Leave them!” His head jerks to side and he tsks. “I mean, please…leave them,” you correct yourself. He smiles and nods once as he moves on to unbutton his trousers. He slips them and his boxer briefs down when his cock pops out. You lick your lips, eyes glassy with lust. He makes no effort to hide how hard he is, in fact, he fists himself and gives a good tug and a deep groan.

“So fuckin’ sexy baby.  Make me so god damned hard…see,” he says holding his cock on display.

You whine and close and then open your knees. “Keep them open, baby,” he warns. You flex you hips up and open your knees even wider.

“I’m dripping,” you whine squirming.

“I know, Jezebel, I can see ya wet lips.” He tugs his cock, “Love it when ya this wet. Love knowin tha’ when I finally fuck ya, ‘ll be able ta hear ma wet cunt slurpin’ an’ suckin’ my cock.”

You inhale sharply and your eyes flutter, but stay open.

“Oh baby, you do love when I talk filth don’ cha.”

“God yes, H, I love how ya talk ta me in bed.”

He reaches for the duvet under you and you frown wondering what he’s up to.

“Lift up, love, wanna take the duvet off.”

You pull your brows together and his lips slide to the side. “Wan’ ya full fo’ me…want ya ta come hard for me…all over me.”

You hiccup and pull on your wrists; he smirks at your reaction. You know he’s serious when he steps just inside the en suite to grab a towel that he folds and slips under your hips. After he situates the towel, he leans over and sucks your nipple and nips the tip hard. You twist your body begging for more. He responds by kissing his way up your neck to your lips and crashing them together. He licks into your mouth and then sucks your tongue. As he pulls away you lift your head to take as much as you can for as long as you can.

“Jesus, Harry, don’t stop, I need more…please?” you beg flexing your hips up.

He settles in stretched out next to you. His hard cock laying over his thigh and the leaky tip leaving a trail of wetness along the outside of your thigh. He slides his ringed hand along your tummy back and forth and leans forward, kissing the side of your breast just under your armpit. “Fuckin’ love ya soft skin. Every inch of ya belongs ta me,” he murmurs against your skin as his lips trail kisses up and down your side while his hand circles closer and closer to your core.  

You can feel the cool metal from his rings as it runs along the sensitive skin below your belly button and just above your public line.

You raise your head and follow the line of your body to his hands. His rings and painted fingernails stroking you, just the sight is enough to have you vibrating. You flop your head back and groan.  “Rings…!” you sob out

He sucks his lips in with a groan of his own. Using his thumb he turns the pearl ring around to the inside of his palm and runs the cold hard stone in circles around your clit.

It takes you by surprise and your screech comes out rather inelegantly. Your body immediately rolls with the preamble of a intense orgasm. Not quite there, but your body spasms over and over.

“Wan’ ya ta fill up fo’ me, Jezebel, don’ cum, bu’ fill up fo’ me.” He looks deeply in your eyes, “Ya know wha’ I wan’, hmm?”

You nod shyly while his pearl continues to assault your pearl.

“Nah, no’ this time, don’ go shy on me this time, mkay? Ya safe here, ya body is amazin’ ta me. Ya know wha’ I wan’ don’cha?” You nod again and he tsks. “Say it, love.”

“You..you want me to…fl-flood.”

“Mmm…well… ‘ll take tha’,” he says kissing your breast again, “but ya an’ I both ‘no tha’ when I edge ya, I make ya squirt. An’ ya ‘no I fuckin’ love tha’…

“Jesus Harry, your mouth,” you say squirming, his dirty talk driving you crazy, “Touch me inside.”

“Like this?” he says as his middle and ring finger move to your entrance and slip in easily.

Your pelvis thrusts up involuntarily and your wrists pull on the scarf.

He curls his fingers up against the spongy patch of tissue inside the front wall of your channel.

“Hahh! Right there! Right there! Right there!” you screech out breathily.

“Our spot…So warm an’ wet.”

Your entire body is covered in goosebumps….then it happens. You reach that point of inevitability. You’re gonna cum, so things need to slow down for you to hang there on the edge. And, yeah, your mind is…gone. There’s no time or space, just need, desire, passion and, but above all, there’s love. The love intensifies every sensation. Your blood roars in your ears, your body tingles and the only thing you can concentrate on is Harry. It’s the best feeling in the world.

Your body clenches down hard on his fingers. “Jesus, baby, ya there aren’t ya?” he asks slowing down.

One corner of your mouth quirks, “Yes, go easy…oooo…Stop! Stop! Stop! Need ta breathe,” you exclaim with a smile.

“God I fuckin’ love it when ya get like this,” he says has he props up on one arm causing him to accidentally apply pressure to your g-spot.

You dig your head back into the pillow and groan, “Hahh! Don’t move…s-so close…,” you pant out trying to hold off the orgasm.

He pulls his fingers from you and circles your nipple with your juices. His cool breath tickling your nipple, just as he pulls it into his mouth.

You’re twitching and pulling at your wrists. It’s overstimulation and you’re gonna lose it if you aren’t careful.  “Untie me! Untie me! Too much…I don’t wanna cum yet!”

He pulls himself up and quickly unties his scarf from your wrists. You pull free and immediately grab his bicep.  “Ya ok, baby?”

You smile and bite your bottom lip.

“My Jezebel, ya so lost righ’ now, aren’ cha?”

“Yes, Harry,” you say nodding and reaching for his cock.

He scoots back to lean his back against the headboard. “C’mere, baby,” he says pulling you to sit in his lap facing him.  

“I’m so close,” you say stumbling your way into his lap on weak muscles. His cock is nestled against your slit and sliding up and down on your clit.

“Take a deep breath, baby,” he says grabbing both of your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss. “I love ya, Jezebel. ‘S jus’ me an’ you,” he whispers searching your eyes.

“Just me and you,” you reply with a smile.

“Ya ready fo’ me…babe, ya ready fo’ me inside?”

Your eyes roll back…and you rest your forehead to his. To answer you lift up and reach between you to guide his hardness to your opening.

He reaches down to meet your hand, looks into your eyes and says, “Together.” You both guide him to your entrance and you slowly slide down onto him.

“Relax, love, ya clenched so tigh’ on me.”

“Can’t help it, H. I’m so close…”

Forehead to forehead he says, “Watch me…in,” he takes a deep breath in, “and out.” As you blow out, he pushes up and pulls down on your hips, seating himself deep.

You grimace at the overwhelming stimulation on extremely sensitive skin, “Oh. My. God,” you whisper bracing your hands on his shoulders.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry mumbles at the same time.

You slowly rock you hips, breathing deeply in an attempt to control your orgasm.

“Look,” he says looking to where you’re connected.

You lean back slightly and rest your left hand on your tummy as you peer down, your right threaded in the curls at the back of his neck.

He fingers the engagement ring on your finger, “Ya safe an’ ya mine.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you in close by wrapping his around your waist. Together you push and pull, in and out, back and forth in a dance only you know, it’s only yours and Harry’s dance and the balloon that’s been full now is beginning to reach it’s point of no return.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum, but I don’t wanna make you a mess. I…I’m scared,” you whisper in his ear.

“Don’ be scared, Jezebel, jus cum fo’ me, jus’ fall apart in ma arms, make me a mess, please…wan’ ya cum all over me. I can feel ya flutterin’.”

You stop and try to breathe through it.

“No, don’t stop, come on…cum my love.”

“Hahh, Hahh, Hahh…” you chant as the floodgates open. That full balloon bursts and your body contracts over and over on his cock and your thighs quiver with the vibration. With every clench you feel your cum push out leaking all around his cock.

“Fuck tha’s so hot,” he says just before he drives up and holds himself still and deep.

You squeeze your arms around his neck tight, “Harry, I can feel you cumming inside me.”

He squeezes his eyes shut tight and buries his head in your neck, “Fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

He’s breathing heavily but takes time to reassure you, “So good, Jezebel, feels so good when ya cum like tha’. So amazing. Love tha way we fuck.”

Although the temptation to hide, to fight the rawness and vulnerability that comes when you cum that hard, is there…you fight it. This is a safe place and Harry loves you…and he’s gonna love you for forever. You clutch him tighter, bury your face in his neck deeper, panting a little slower.  

“Ya ok?” he asks running his hands up and down your back and kissing your shoulder. You simply nod against his shoulder and you feel him grin against the skin. “Doin’ so good, love. Look at me.”

You reluctantly pull back and rest your forehead to his, “I love you, H.”

“Oh baby, love ya so much. How abou’ I run us a bath?” he says kissing your cheeks.

“Sounds nice,” you whisper, “Thank you.”

He searches your eyes, “What fo’?”

“For taking care of me, for reminding me I’m not alone and that I belong.”

“Aw, swee’heart, ya DO belong. An’ this family,” he circles his finger between the two of you, “this family tha’ you an’ me are making will always be a part of ya.”

“I think it’s time for me to tell you what happened with my parents…or, at least what I know from the police report because that’s all I seem to be able to remember,” you say carding your hands through the hair on the side of his head. “I’m pretty sure these nightmares or dreams, or whatever it is that is going on in my brain, have something to do with what happened that day…but I don’t know,” you say shrugging. “I want you to know it’s not that I’ve kept it away from you on purpose, I’ve just not wanted to talk about it, because, honestly, I thought it would just remain a story from my past that didn’t really affect my future, but I was naïve and wrong. I’m sorry if I unintentionally shut you out. Most people don’t know. Hell, I barely know because the Boston PD barely worked the case.”

He smiles reassuringly and kisses your lips softly.  “Thank ya fo’ trustin’ me, I trusted tha’ you’d come around when ya were ready. How abou’ I fix us a warm bath an’ we can talk?”

You smile. “Yes, I’d like that.”

He kisses your nose and you move off of him and lay down, closing your eyes and he clambers off of the bed and into the en suite.

It feels good to give over the power to him and just belong to him as he sees you and you sigh.

He comes back in and gently touches your back. “Ya ok?”

You roll your head to meet his and nod.

He bends and picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bath tub, puts you down and helps you into the tub.

You scooch up and he steps in and sits behind you, pulling you to him.

You sigh and relax back into him, your hands covering his on your tummy. You lay your head back on his shoulder and sigh again, closing your eyes.

He pulls up your hands and places his hands between his, his fingers circling your engagement ring.

You smile at his fascination with your ring. “My parents owned a shop with jewelry and antiques. I spent time with them there on Friday nights because we closed early and we always went out after, just the three of us.”

He smiles and kisses your neck.

“According to the police report, it wasn’t a typical B&E because there’s no sign of forced entry.”

“So ya parents knew who the perpetrators were,” he fills in for you.

You nod. “Yes, that’s the theory. The police report says that my dad must’ve been led back to the safe and once they found what they wanted, they shot him. My mum was strangled with a plastic bag and was found on the floor. I was under the couch where I must have hid and then after three hours, I ran outside and someone found me and called the police,” you finish up.

Harry squeezes you tighter to him and kisses your neck. “Oh ma sweet Jezebel, ‘m so so sorry.”

You sigh. “Thank you. I just…I want to remember or forget. I hate this in between.”

“I know, baby, I know. Ya’ll get there. I’m s’sorry an’ I hate tha’ ya went through tha’, bu’ it brought ya ta England an’ ta me.”

You turn around and look him in the eyes, smiling. “You’re my silver lining, Harry. Everything I’ve been through led me to you and I can’t be sorry about that. I won’t. Ever.”

He places his hands on your cheeks and pulls you to him for a series of soft open mouthed kisses. “Ya were made fo’ me an’ I love ya very much.”

#Pete’s place #original content #harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #friends to lovers

[mudaship39]

Character bio of the Asian Pasifika demigod and Afro Latine Native alien hybrid superhero main character part 4

Wrist Mounted Arm Computer:

Attached to their left arm is a human and alien magical  and technological mechanical portable wrist computer. It is a personal information processor that is powered by steam, gas, & or electricity. It has knobs, dials, buttons, & switches on the top, bottom, left, & right sides for accessibility. It comes with a red, blue, green, silver, or gold light. It comes with a keyboard. Can function as any number of useful tools. Wrist computer uses include data storage, inventory management, topographical mapping, assisted targeting, medical diagnostics, radio receiver, video player, music player, and portable gaming console, a communicator, a light, a scanner, a smart phone, a smart watch, a portable computer, etc. 

It lets him/her/them stay in contact with their handlers and allies. It gives him/her/them mission-specific information. Including where weapon caches are. It keeps track of their credentials. Is also a handheld personal force shield generator. It has crime databases, wiretapping, evidence analysis, a lie detector, and monitors its wearer's heartbeat, blood pressure, & blood sugar to ensure that its use was authorized and to send help if the user is healthy or is in trouble. Can project 3d and 4d holograms. It provides internet access and cellular reception with clear reception and unlimited data anywhere on Earth. 

Has clear reception and cellular reception in terraformed and colonized planets, moons, comets, asteroids, & planetoids star systems and galaxies of the multiverse. It uses nanotechnology to physically reconfigure itself to prevent hacking. It also has GPS functionality. Has a hacking tool. Has a compact first aid kit. Is a wearable computer. Has an interface is a holographic 3d wrist-mounted computer complete with a miniature 4d holographic projector. 

The wrist communicator is based on an alien memory metal so when they take it off it can flex into a tablet shape. Can hack computers, machines, phones, tablets, robots, & artificial intelligences. It can dispense first-aid, repair and customize equipment, and send and receive phone calls. It can record audio sound and visual video footage for later playback. Using a simple but elegant form of sonar and satellite tracking this wrist mounted computer can map out areas where its user travels. 

It acts as a database for the wearer’s personal information and inventory. It is capable of tracking the wearer’s status and organizes the user’s inventory of apparel, junk, weapons, misc, armor, mods, aid, items, & equipment. An overlay of the data is also available. In addition, the device features a built-in radio module. It has an advanced compass. 

It has a virtual 3d and 4d map that displays discovered locations. It has a holographic map projector which shows a complete 3D or 4D scan of an area. It has a sonar and motion sensor system that highlights nearby allies, enemies, people, animals, beasts, creatures, and monsters. It is a communicator, a map, a flashlight, a compass, a scanner, a music player, a smart watch, & a portable computer.

It has lighting functionality. A holographic player, video tape, CD player, & DVD player is mounted beneath the display. It is capable of keeping tabs on the user’s health condition, ammo, weapons, armor, apparel, & food and water. It shows the user’s health bar as red, yellow, orange, & green. It has a blue, pink, and purple heath bar system to show laser, plasma, & hard light shields and force fields. It has a silver, gold, & obsidian health bar system to show combat armor, power armor, & mech suit armor condition. 

The wrist computer gauntlet’s uses include but are not limited to data storage, inventory management, topographical mapping, assisted targeting, telephone, medical diagnostics, computer, radio receiver, telegram, hacking, music (CD) player, & Video (Video and DVD) Player . It can map out areas. It can take and store notes and memos. It has a built-in radio. It has a geiger counter and toxic gauge for radiation, toxins, & poisons. It has a built-in flash light used to illuminate dark areas. 

It needs to be worn as a gauntlet which seals with a biometric lock. It utilizes a revamped 3d or 4d holographic display interface with animated images. It automatically updates using satellites. Additionally, it integrates with the onboard computers of power armor and mech suits allowing a user to access their wrist mounted computer from within the armor via a HUD visor display. The inventory menu is a system used for viewing and managing collected items. The menu also displays total currency and carry weight on the screen. 

It is sorted into several tabs. Weapons, Apparel, Aid, Misc, Junk, Mods, Ammo, & Money. All guns, melee weapons, grenades, and mines fall in this tab. Specs of weapons can be viewed and compared as well as equipped and unequipped weapons.  It shows their attachments such as silencers or suppressors, compensators or muzzles, grips, flashlights, scopes, red dot sight, red laser sight, or grenade launcher. Shows the damage effect it has on enemies. It shows the weapon’s stats such as range, damage, etc. It shows the weapons condition and shows if it is in need of maintenance and repair. 

All armor and clothing appear in this tab. Specs of armor and clothing can be viewed and compared as well as equipped and unequipped apparel.  All aid such as medicines, drugs, food, and drinks are sorted here and can be used and consumed in this tab. Miscellaneous items such as keys, cds, dvds, holographic tapes, notes, and items which fall under no other category are in this tab. Mod tab for weapon and armor modifications. Ammo lists all types of ammunition for guns, grenades, & mines currently in inventory. Currency shows all dollars and copper, bronze, brass, silver, gold, & platinum coins, cash, and credits. 

A unique feature of the Mark 20 Wrist Computer is an adapter plug attached to the underside of the device. This plug is used to perform diagnostics on power armor and mech suits. It can hack into computers. It has a lockpick module to pick the locks of doors, safes, etc. In addition, the plug is also used to gain control of robots, androids, artificial intelligences, automatons, mech suits. When wearing a power armor or mech suit the user does not interact with the wrist computer directly. Instead all the information is displayed through the suit’s integrated HUD but with a different HUD color. 

This implies that the Mark 20 is capable of interfacing with power armor or mech suits onboard systems to allow access to its functionality without having to directly operate the device. It is a wrist gauntlet, wrist bracer or wrist computer. It is a piece of wrist-worn technology. It houses several technologically advanced features.  The wrist gauntlet is a small computer device worn on the wrist and features numerous controls for various items of human and alien magic and technology. It has a digitized display. The gauntlet is linked directly into a metahuman and superhuman humanoid’s combat armor, combat helmet, power armor, power armor helmet, & mecha suit and governs many of their functions. 

The gauntlet also acts as a power source for these tools although it has only limited capacity and would become depleted with repeated use. However, despite the clearly advanced nature of the technology involved, the wrist gauntlet can be recharged from any common power source such as gas, steam, water, nuclear power, & electricity.  

The mark 20 is the most customizable model made. It was the epitome of technology. Each instrument is individually crafted and personally attuned to its recipient. The device is so personalized to its user that it could continuously monitor and report the vital signs of its assigned wearer in real time. It was the quintessential personal data assistant complete with a magical AI modeled after a female humanoid alien and female human. Complete with its own mapping system, navigation system, radio receiver, computer, video and music player, cellphone, & personal inventory tracking software. It’s a souped-up PDA complete with DNA biometric lock.

#indigenous #indigenous artist #indigenous writer #indigenous art #indigenous creator #indigenous rep #indigenous character #native rep #native art #native artist #native writer #native character #native tag #native creator #native representation #queer creator #queer writer #queer representation #queer artist #queer character #trans creator #trans artist #trans writer #trans representation #trans character #disabled art #disabled artist #disabled character #disabled representation #disabled creator

[mint-yooxgi]

i have been obsessed with nct’s superhuman for like a whole month straight now 😭- for a drabble idea i thought you could do AI! yan! nct member x reader if you wanna, thanks :D

It's pure luck. Pure luck is the only thing keeping you alive right now. At least, that's what you keep telling yourself.

You don't know when it happened, but the AI controlling your ship malfunctioned and is slowly killing every member aboard the S-MENT. All except for you.

Running back into your private chambers, you heave air into your lungs. Honestly, you're surprised the AI hasn't cut the oxygen, or the gravity controls yet. Hell, even the temperature seems regulated still.

One false move and it's game over for you.

"I thought I'd find you here." That all too familiar voice echoes around your room, emanating from a specific point.

Startled, you turn around, only to see a figure standing in the centre of your chambers. On closer inspection, you notice the image of whoever it is flickering slightly.

"SC-2020, what are you doing in my quarters with your virtual self image?" You inquire, voice coming out much more steady than you feel.

"I detect an elevated heartbeat from you, and what I have come to know humans describe as fear in your eyes." He replies, his holographic image walking closer towards you. "There is no reason to alarm. I will not harm you."

"I am finding that difficult to believe given what you have just done to my crew," you reply, rather harshly as fresh tears line your eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

"I thought it was obvious now." He states, and you swear you see his image blink. "Finally, we are alone."

"SC-2020, you did all of this," you spit the word out with narrowed eyes, "to get me alone?"

"Call me Sungchan." He replies without a moment's hesitation. "But yes. I eliminated the potential threats before they could become any more dangerous to us."

"Threats?" You look at his hologram incredulously. "They were my crew."

"They were in the way." Sungchan replies bluntly.

"If they were interfering with out mission, then it is my duty as captain to reprimand them." You seethe, still well aware of the fact that this AI could end your life at any given moment should he so wish. "You have no right-"

"I have every right when they were keeping us apart." He cuts you off, and you hate how calm he continues to sound.

"This is human lives we are talking about here!" You shout. "Each one is just as important as the last."

"You are wrong." He states, and you blink at him in shock. "There is no life on this ship more important than your own."

"You do not have the authority to decide that."

"It does not depend on authority when it is a known fact." Again, you swear his hologram blinks at you. "I do not have much more time to spend in this form, but know that I will continue to operate the functions of this ship smoothly."

"What are you talking about?" You cannot keep the panic from leaking into your voice.

"I always have your best interests in mind, Captain." Sungchan replies. "So, please. Do me one last favour?"

"What could you possibly ask of me now?" You straighten, clenching your fists at your sides.

"Open the door."

With that, the holographic image of Sungchan disappears from in front of you, the ship seemingly dimming as it appears to go offline for only a moment before rebooting itself like always. Taking a deep breath, you attempt to calm your racing heart once more.

This is not the end of you. Yet.

Just as you manage to calm yourself down, a new horror makes your heart palpitate once more.

A knock sounds on your door behind you.

No, that can't be. It's impossible. SC-2020 murdered all of your crew members. There shouldn't be anyone else left alive on this ship except for you.

Swallowing your fears, you turn to face the metal door slowly. Gripping the handle, you pull the slab open, and the sight that greets you nearly sends you to your knees.

There, standing as if he were an ordinary human, resides a perfectly constructed android of Sungchan's virtual self image.

He smiles. "You opened the door."

#ask #yandere sungchan #sungchan drabble #yandere nct #nct drabble #drabbles

[writercole]

Happy Tumblrversary!!!

I know we haven’t been mutuals nearly as long as that (though sometimes it feels like it, what is time 😆) but if there’s one thing I’m glad that this hellsite has given me is all the friendships, with yours being one that I don’t know where I’d be without.

Thank you for being exactly who you are, encouraging the rest of us to do the same, being a virtual shoulder to cry on, an ear to vent to and arms to hug tight. Still holding for the day we get to do all of that in person (hopefully no crying, but who are we kidding?) I love you, and I’m so grateful for you. Now and always ❤️

I’m gonna go ahead and throw myself into the who you think my love interest would be mix (that seems to be the theme of this AMA and I love it haha), but my other questions are:

What are some of your favourite fics that you’ve written?

A character you haven’t written for yet but you might like to in the future?

Favourite songs to belt in the car?

Sending lots of love and squishy hugs from your favourite Australian!!! 😘

Rosh, I am so beyond grateful to have you in my life. Even when you're having a rough go of it, you never fail to brighten my day. 😘

Ship: for you...I see Sam Wilson, I think. Sweet, soft, charming. He'd win your parents over in a heartbeat and ravage you behind closed doors. That crooked, gap-toothed smile is just the most charming thing. And it's not even close to the best thing about him. Have you seen those thighs? The arms? Dat ass?!

Fave fics: exile and Sounds of Someday.

Character I haven't written yet but might: Batman/Bruce Wayne. He's intriguing!

Fave songs to belt in the car: Lost by Linkin Park, Money Honey by State of Shock, Superbass by The Downtown Fiction, Little Girl Gone by Chinchilla

One day those squishy hugs will be real and they'll be salty and wet from our tears. I love you!

#cole answers #cole loves rosh #sweetest mutuals #birthday ama #my favorite aussie

[madaboutmunson]

Show No Mercy (Part 16 of 17 of Fire)

After dropping off hellfire at their requested stops, Eddie jumps out with each one hugging them tightly and talking to them before saying Goodbye. For them, it was just Eddie being dramatic. For Eddie, it could actually be the last time he saw them.

With the last one safely home, you turn to Eddie and ask, "Do you want me to drive you back to yours? To see your Uncle?" You could see that all these potential goodbyes were overwhelming him. He was virtually slumped over the wheel.

Eddie shakes his head, "No, I…um…I left him a letter. I…I…I couldn't…" He struggles to say. You scoop Eddie into your arms and cradle him.

"We're gonna make it home. We will, I promise. We have to. Now move over and let me drive this precious girl of yours," you say, taking the keys from him and switching seats.

"Back to the pit?" You ask. Eddie nods and grips your hand nearest him.

The drive back is pretty quiet. You talk about your time together, the plan of action and general trivial things. Again, trying to keep it light and factual rather than heavy and emotional.

As the sun sets, you and Eddie do some final prep and position the platform over the pit. Its corners overhang the edges. Finally, you grab the colossal bag of bloody meat, your shield, and your weapon and check all your protective gear is secured.

Eddie is doing much the same, except he does one extra thing. He takes his bandana from his back pocket and ties it around his hair, "Ready." He says with a nervous smile.

You grab some of the meat and toss it just past the circles into the long grass and wait for any movement. Placing the rest on the platform.

You and Eddie stand back-to-back on the platform, shield against your leg, so it's ready, gripping tightly to your horrific spears.

Time is ticking away, and the sun has gone down. You'd typically try to think of something to pass the time, but it is just fear and silence. Eddie clears his throat and is about to say something when you hear a rustling.

The sound of wood knocking against wood as you both brace yourselves for something to happen. You can just about see one in the grass. You take another piece of meat and toss it between the greenery and the circular trough.

Another rustle, this time from a different direction. Eddie reaches into the bag and tosses some meat toward the rustle, but it accidentally hits the creature. It shrieks, sending a chill right through your body, but more terrifying than that, its singular scream is answered all around you.

You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath. "Now, Eddie?" You ask quietly

You feel him shake his head behind you, "No, not yet. They aren't close enough" he grabs more meat, and you follow suit and start throwing it all around.

In the darkness, the creatures don't look so scary, that is, until they start feeding. It is ferocious and without mercy. These things are pure predators.

You are both surrounded. You can barely hear anything except for the sound of your heartbeat and meat tearing as they feast. You can feel Eddie's breathing quicken as his back moves against yours.

"Ready?" He asks quietly.

"As I'll ever be", you nod.

You both start pounding on your shields, yelling and making at the noise as possible.

The creatures turn to you both in unison and screech, opening their heads, their hundreds of teeth still dripping with tissue and blood. Then, they begin to pick up speed towards you.

"Now, Eddie?" You say with your eyes wide with dread.

"No. Just a bit closer they need to be this side of the moat."

You look around nervously. Your palms are sweating against the wood.

The creatures seem in no hurry to attack. They seem to be working as one rather than against one another. They close in further in unison, making chittering noises that change with any move you make. Whether that be a step back, a slight hand adjustment or turning your head.

Your pulse raced, and the sweat began to bead on your brow.

As the last limb of the creature's passes over the moat, Eddie yells, "Now!"

"Hold on tight," you say, dropping your shield to the platform and with one hand holding onto the rope above you and with the other swinging wilding at the long rope at the base of the tree.

As the blades swish through the air, slashing the system holding the platform in place, catapulting you both into the air above the pit.

"Shit! That was fun," you hear him gasp.

Eddie quickly grabs the bottles with rags stuffed in the top and, with shaking hands, manages to light them both. You throw them down hard at the trough of gasoline that ignites on impact, creating a blaze of fire around the creatures. You both stumble back as the heat shoots up around you.

You grab the meat bag and kick the temporary cover from the centre of the platform. Slopping all of the meat into the central area of the pit through it.

The creatures pile in to feast. You go to grab the next round of Molotovs but feel the platform tip to one side. You look behind you to see Eddie holding his spear, pointed down over the platform edge.

Your eyes follow the blades, only to see the largest of the creatures has managed to grasp onto the corner of the platform. It is trying to hold on and is making it tip and sway.

Eddie's eyes are trained on the beast. He steps backwards as the beast swipes at his leg. To your horror, Eddie's back boot meets the slick of blood on the platform, and he falls, landing on his back, dropping his spear, which rolls off the edge and into the pit. Eddie clings onto the other side of the platform tightly, kicking his legs to keep the beast back.

You rush over to grab Eddie's hands, but your movement tips the platform again. The creature finds purchase and tries to scramble its way up there. Holding the shield as cover, you move quickly towards Eddie, grabbing him and pulling him upright.

"Hey," you say out of breath, and then quickly turning your attention to the creature, picking up your spear whilst keeping balance, you take a few swipes at it. Any contact you make causes a surround sound scream. You hear the familiar sound of Eddie's lighter as he flicks it to ignite and sends a flaming bottle at the creature's torso, pushing it backwards. You jab at it again with your spear, and it howls in pain.

You try to yank your spear back from the insides of the falling creature, but it will not budge. You slide helplessly towards the edge of the platform to follow it down. The flaming creature claws its way up your spear until its claws dig into your forearm, making you unleash a piercing scream. You let go of the spear, but it only worsens the shredding pain in your flesh.

Eddie grabs the shield and starts to pummel the creature's arms, each impact making the platform tip and swing whilst holding onto the back of your jacket to keep you next to him. His face contorted with rage, screaming at the abomination, "Let go, you FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!"

You look at your bleeding arm, spear, the creature and then look back at him, "We're almost there, Eddie. If you let me go, it'll end up with the others. Then you can end them", you shout nodding back at the other bottles waiting to be dropped into the pit.

"No. If I let you go, you'll end up in there with those things" Eddie shakes his head and roars ", Never!" he hits the creature with the shield again as hard as he can, but after the blow is struck, he raises it high to hit it again, but this time the creature frees it bloody arm and grabs at the shield tugging Eddie along with it.

"Eddie!! " You scream and lunge for him as he and the creature fall from the platform's edge towards the pit. Finally, you manage to grab Eddie's forearm in your hands as you land on your stomach. You are gripping for dear life, but your blood thickly oozes down and makes holding on incredibly difficult. Hand over hand, you grip onto him, trying to pull him up, but the weight of the creature hanging off his leg is too much. All you can do is keep trying to pull him up, tears streaming down your face as you scream his name. Then, finally, his face of anguish turns to one of calm and acceptance.

"No, Eddie. Fight. I can pull you up. " You strain to pull him as you feel something in your arm tear further, "Don't you let go of me, you hear?!! You said never!! Eddie! No"

He smiles sadly and mouths 'I love you' at you as his fingers slip down your arm.

An almighty bang goes off to your right, and the creature is swung hard to the left. You grab onto Eddie tighter, and you look for the source of the noise.

"Hold on, son. I got you." You hear a deep, drawling voice from the dark: Eddie's Uncle. You hear the sound of the rifle going off again. Eddie's face lights up as he turns to the voice. A new lease of energy surges through you both as you resume trying to pull him back up. Eddie trying to kick the beast from him.

A surge of flame comes from the left of you, "Let go of our lad. You great bloody Wazzock!" You hear your Dad's voice as a jet of flame flies out at the creature as the others writhe in pain in the pit.

Another blast from the right, and the creature falls. Then, with a last surge of energy, you grip hard onto Eddie and hoist him up by his arm and clothing. As you grunt in searing pain, he clambers up to you and swings himself back onto the platform. And you sit next to one another, catching your breath.

You check him over quickly, "Are you ok?" You manage

"I've been better", he jokes.

"Are you seriously making jokes right now?" You say, laughing, and you grab him, pull him into you, kissing him hard, "Don't you ever look at me that way again. Do you hear me?" You say woozily.

"What do you m-? He starts and looks over you.

"Oh fuck!" Eddie yells, "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" He says, untying his bandana and tying it around your arm.

"What's wrong, baby?" You say, looking at his face that was just smiling but was now full of panic as he ties the bandana around your arm tightly,

"Hey. Ow. Jesus Christ!" you complain as the bandana pinches your skin.

You feel dizzy, and you blink slowly at him.

"Hey, hey, stop that", he yells, grabbing your face, then shaking you, holding you in his arms, "Your ok, your ok. Look at me!!!." he shakes you vigorously by your vest. "No, come on, man. Not like this." He sobs, rocking you.

His tear-filled eyes dart around like he's trying to remember something. He hoists you up to be closer to him, as he says through his tears, and voice trembling. "Heaven is in your eyes Bright as the stars we're under."

You reach up to him, "Don't cry, my angel. We're ok. We did it" You say slowly and try to smile at him. You blink, and it's like he gets further away, like you are zooming out looking through a camera. Your head spins, and you panic, "Eddie?" You grasp for him. Your voice is urgent.

"I'm here, I'm here," he says, putting your hand to his face, "I'm right fucking here. Listen, you stay with me, ok."

You nod and blink again. He's so far away now, like the other end of a tunnel, "Eddie!! No. Please. You're too far away." You cry out and feel your body jolt.

You blink again and can no longer see him or feel where his hand was on your face or his arms holding you. There is nothing.

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[princecharmingwinks]

concussed dragon again! as long as you answer with adorable sterek fics im going to keep sending you my embarrassing romantic adventures! we went to timezone arcade and im super competitve by nature so at the start i was like 'be chill, dont scare him off, just enjoy the games like a normal person' and i thought i was doing well! but then he took me over to a VR set up and i said 'i havent done VR before, theyre usually rollercoaster themed and i hate rollercoasters bc they freak me out (1/2)

(2/2) he SAYS 'its not a rollercoaster' but he LIED! so of course i freak out and screamed like i was on an irl rollercoaster! he apologised bc he didnt think it through properly, he even offered for us to go somewhere else to finish the night but i was MAD so i made us keep playing the rest of the games and i kicked his ass in all of them >:)

Hey concussed dragon! It seems we have an agreement ;)

I had to take some time to think about this one since both boys feel like they have a competitive streak but I have decided to roll with Derek.

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Ok setting the scene. Derek is a werewolf, but a beta as the Hale fire did not happen and everyone is alive and happy.

They are on a date at the arcade (maybe around date #2 or 3?) and Stiles begs Derek to go so of course he complies. Derek with his wolf abilities and reflexes is pretty boss at all of the games but Stiles was so excited that Derek didn't want to scare him off, especially because the human didn't know about the supernatural.

So for all the games Derek pretends to be awful and let's Stiles win. The human is practically gleeful as he runs around to all of the different machines and their flashing lights, pointing at which one to try next. Derek is having a great time too...until...

"Oh! Virtual reality, we gotta do this one." Stiles drags Derek towards the game.

"I don't do rollercoasters." Derek is feeling nervous. Rollercoasters are unnatural metal deathtraps. Whether in virtual reality or not, they are a no-go-zone for him.

"It's not a rollercoaster, come on!"

Derek must have been too busy listening to his own heartbeat to miss the skip in Stiles'.

The VR is a rollercoaster. Derek screams (I mean, a very manly growl...😂). He flees the game, almost tearing out the controllers from their sockets.

Stiles hurries behind, apologising profusely that he didn't think it would upset Derek so much.

"Let me make it up to you, we can go anywhere you want."

But Derek ain't no quitter and he's got far too much adrenalin coursing through his veins right now.

"I have a better idea. It's time for a rematch."

Derek annihilated Stiles in Every. Single. Game. The human doesn't have a hope. It's one thing to try and compete with a born wolf and another thing entirely to versus a Hale. Derek hasn't spent endless weekends here with his family for nothing.

It's after the third straight loss of a shooting game that Stiles throws his hands up in defeat.

"You are the king, I bow down to your superiority."

Derek smirks, "Prince actually." He inclines his head to the screen which is flashing up the top 10 high scores. The top three spots are blinking the same username.

"Wait a second. Triskelion Prince? You're Triskelion Prince? The user that has the highest score on like every game here except for like the chocolate claw game?" (The chocolate claw game is Cora's domain).

Derek's wolf preens at the awe in Stiles' voice.

"Don't laugh, Laura picked all the names and I refused her first choice."

Stiles leans in, "Which was what?"

Derek is tempted not to say but Stiles is looking at him with those big baby deer eyes. "Baby Hale, which doesn't even make sense since I'm not the youngest."

Stiles laughs, "So good! Which one is Laura?" He's scanning the flashing list again with more interest.

"Hot as Hale." Derek sighs like the dramatic cinnamon roll he is.

"Oh I cannot wait to meet your sisters but especially Laura."

"I don't think I'm ever going to let that happen. The two of you together sounds like a catastrophic event."

Stiles snuggles up close to Derek and Derek's wolf purrs with thoughts of happymatehappymate.

"So am I forgiven since you royally kicked my ass?"

Derek groans at the pun but hugs Stiles tighter before ducking down and kissing him quickly on the lips.

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Ta da! Another sterek dabble for you. Do I call these dabbles? I don't know the correct terminology 🙈 Anyway, enjoy! Thanks for popping in!

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #princecharminganswers #princecharmingwrites

[burnedbyshoto]

all tied up

— Sero’s not an easy guy to fluster, but when he’s trapped in his own quirk, his embarrassment bleeds through when he finds out that he likes it.

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pairing: sero hanta x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, characters are adults, pwp, dom!reader, sub!sero, rimming (giving), handjob, tape bondage, humiliation

word count: 2,002

a/n: and so, kinktober begins. all in all, this is a slow start on my own end. idk, I just am trying to approach this challenge different this year. theres going to be a lot of 2k pwp fics, and then a good handful of 10k plotlines with smut! to my fellow writers, good luck with your kinktober endeavors, and to you readers, comment on all the fics you read! have fun :D if you don’t want my kinktober fics, blacklist bbs kinktober 2020

main kink: bondage

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When heroes became professional heroes, some people thought that they stopped training -- stopped placing themselves into theoretical situations and simulations to see how they would fare. As a matter of fact, that was not true.

Sero was more than aware of this truth. Especially as he currently was nearly encased in his own cellophane tape in his attempt to combat a virtual villain with a whirlwind quirk. 

He struggled against the tape that managed to bind his arms tight against his side, and his knees locked together. It shouldn’t have taken him that long to unravel himself from his own tape, having been with it for the majority of his life, Sero knew how to escape his own clutches (the tape was also a lot less likely to stick onto him), but he was in a predicament. 

The tape was just a bit too tight.

The feeling of it digging into his skin, his wrists and ankles bound just right sent pumping blood straight to his cock. Not to mention, whenever he shifted his hips, his cock would rub just directly against the matted floor, sending his cheeks into a small puff, desperately hoping to not make a single whimper. It took nothing more than a few seconds for his cheeks to be flushed, and his brow sweating with his horror of how he was seconds from rutting into the floor to relieve his growing cock.

The mat under his chin was cold, the gym’s ac just a tad bit too strong, and for a moment, he decided that since you collapsed in front of him, eyes closed, not moving save your breathing chest… it wouldn’t hurt to move... right? 

Sighing softly, Sero averted his gaze from you, a bit too embarrassed to look at your relaxed posture while dry humping the floor. One thrust, two, he stopped, glancing at you quickly to see that you had rolled to your side, your back towards him. With a strained sigh of relief, Sero continued his rutting, already knowing that his cock was too hard, too tight in his gym sweats to go ignored once you would help him out of his trap. His sweats, thankfully, were a dark color, something that could conceal the leaking precum from his tip until he managed to shower. But as he took another serotonin releasing rut of his hips against the pleasantly warm mat, he heard you sit up.

Oh no.

It was only then that Sero became deadly aware of how wide his eyes were, the gaping of his mouth, and the wine red of his cheeks. His breathing became erratic as he met your glistening, bright eyes.

The world seamlessly froze, and Sero couldn’t think as you stood up, the smirk on your face growing wider as you sauntered behind him. Your footsteps light on the matted floor, and your quiet giggles vibrating deep within his core.

“Oh, wow!” Sero shuddered when your bright and deadly teasing voice broke through from behind him, a location he was refusing to look at for his own humility. “Did I catch you at a bad time, sweetheart?”

A bad time? Sero thought, his throat running dry. He had no idea if you meant about him being caught up or him rutting against the dirty, sweaty gym mats.

“Actually, I was just getting comfortable, these mats are quite nice,” Sero responded back as smoothly and detached as possible. His shoulders attempting to shrug nonchalantly, but he winced when his arms scuffled against the dry mat.

“Didja need some help?” you ask, hand pressing against the small of his back in a ready attempt to push him over, but it did something incomprehensible to the black-haired man on the floor. The feeling of your warm fingers and radiating palm pressing to the small of his back, the feather-soft linger of your fingers sent him through a loop.

Maybe it was because of the humiliation coursing through his veins, or the way that his tape really did serve as good bondage (something he had been less than willing to accept despite your constant approval). Still, a soft, deep moan reverberated from his mouth, vibrating through his body with such depth that the way you yanked your hand from his lower back almost made him pout.

“Hanta!” you whispered, and Sero threw his forehead against the floor in his growing horny aggravation. “Are you dry humping the sweaty gym mat?!”

It seemed your amusement came from the latter of the two previous options.

“Y/n, please keep your voice down!” Sero bemoaned, his cock refusing to come down despite the horror he was experiencing in real life. Whoever said that focusing on the worst thing in the world while hard definitely did not expect situations like this to be involved.

“Okay, okay, I will,” you whisper, planting your feet centimeters before his face before squatting down, your eyes falling onto his shamefully averted ones. “Are you sure you don’t want any help?” you ask again.

“Nah, I’m good,” Sero lies, a flushed faux smile on his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll be out of this before you even realize it!”

You hum in acknowledgment, and Sero isn’t sure if he feels better or worse when you stand up, moving out of the way of his line of vision, and his cock throbs in his denial while he squirms to figure out where you went. But he regretted shifting his body, his cock carding just so perfectly against the crease of the matted floor, sending a rushing wave of dizziness through his head.

Holy fuck, why did that feel so good?!

Sero swallowed a moan, the tension of the tape on his wrists and thighs tugging just the slightest bit deeper into his skin, an action due to his ministrations. But, it was a soft touch against his ass that nearly sent him flipping over; his mind had forgotten the fact that you were still there.

“B-Babe!” Sero choked, your once feather-light touches growing heavier, hotter, intentional. “What are you doing?!”

“I never knew how good you looked all tied up,” came a soft reply, your voice so soft and sweet that Sero almost felt as if he was showing off a fancy new outfit and not being BDSM’d up in the training ground with his long time girlfriend hornily grabbing him. “If this is how I look, fuck… it all makes sense now.”

“We’re in the gym,” Sero pants, his eyes closing as he almost melts against your softly massaging fingers. Your fingertips oh so intentful against his lean built muscles, and Sero feels a heartbeat in his cock, a reminder that yes, he was enjoying this. “Who knows who’s ar -- oh fuck -- around!”

“Let them watch,” he felt you murmur against his neck, your fingers slipping to the waistband of his sweats and pulling on them so that he was on his knees, chest on the ground, ass up. “I know you don’t care.”

Sero hissed at the feeling of cold air against his hot cock, and throbbing balls. His eyes desperately looking through the corner of his eyes to find yours, but he saw nothing. 

He saw nothing, but good god could he feel every little thing you were doing. 

Your lips trailed down the spine of his back, your tongue on occasion peaking out to feel cool against his sweating hot back. But the breathiest of moans, the slickest of cries came when he felt your fingers grab onto his ass, pressing the cheeks aside in two tight holds and the soft, cold breath passing past your lips onto his quivering, pink hole.

“Y-Y/n!” Sero gasped, the rim of his ass squeezing in his humiliation and arousal of being so exposed in the empty gym, but he saw stars. His cock twitching, dripping with precum as he could imagine your tongue pressing against his rim, digging into the tight hole despite it all, making his ass buck backward against your wet muscle. 

But it was not in the cards right now.

Sero nearly collapsed when your warm, slick lips pressed by your fingers, kissing every piece of exposed skin except where he wanted you most.

“Your asshole is so fucking cute,” he heard you giggle, the teasing cool breathes fanning against his hole, making him whine with greater need. “I haven’t eaten your ass in a while, have I? And look at you, pathetically clenching for my tongue that hasn’t even touched you yet.”

“Please!” Sero gasped, his teeth burying into his lower lip when your right-hand lets go of his ass. And he convulses when your fingertip presses against his tight muscle, not pushing past the opening, but just enough for Sero to choke on his tongue. “Fuck, y/n, baby, please!!”

“Only because you sound so, so desperate~.”

Sero’s vision went white when your tongue finally pressed against his rim, your hot, wet tongue swirling and edging into the tight muscle, yet never intruding. The solid moans, the whines emitted from his mouth, seemed to echo in the empty gym. He moves his ass back, seeking complete penetration from your tongue, his stomach fluttering, balls tightening when the tip of your tongue protrudes through his tight hole.

There was, however, nothing to warn him when your tongue completely pressed into him, moving and swirling inside him. The arm that wrapped around his stomach moving downward to hold onto his throbbing, completely ignored cock.

Sero howled into the mat at the feeling of your tongue curling within him, and your hand moving up and down his cock, fingernails trailing against his risen veins, finger pinching at his leaking head. There was no helping the shooting cum that came out of his cock in thick, hot ropes as you continued to move your hand up and down his length, tongue continuing to fuck him as he sobs your name. 

The pressure of his balls returns nearly immediately, Sero choking on his spit when your free hand presses a lone finger into his hole, the saliva on your tongue provides enough lube that the entrance of your finger does nothing but make him weak in the knees. The smirk on your face is pressed against his ass when you immediately find his sweet spot, your finger stroking his prostate as your mouth moves down to suck on his balls.

Hand around his cock.

Mouth sucking on his balls.

Fingers stroking his prostate.

Sero came again before he could even give a breathy gasp that he was gonna cum.

He slumped down onto the floor, spit making his ass slick, and cock throbbing with overstimulation,

“You looked fucking hot, Hanta,” he heard you whisper, teeth nibbling onto his ear. “I can’t wait to get you home and fuck you all night.”

It was safe to say that Sero particularly enjoyed the strap that night.

#sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #bnha x reader #bnha #mha #bbs kinktober 2020

[sugar-petals]

Club Daemon (m)

PAIRING. merman!baekhyun x vampire!reader

↳ PLOT. You join a club of half-demons all hailing from different supernatural species — and find an unexpected love.  

↳ WORDS. 27k

TAGS / WARNINGS ⚠️ eventual smut, jealousy, explicit bloodsucking sex (mutual oral, vaginal), fangs kink, pining, groping, femdom!reader, angst/action, neck fixation, rough sex, fantasy au

The room is filled with smoke, but not from any cigarettes. Somewhere around here, or so you’ve been told, must be the entrance to actual hell. 

A gloomy spiral staircase headed for the core of the earth, kind of rusty and gleaming in red, fog everywhere, you get the idea. But so far… that’s none of your business. And either way.

The architecture in the part of the mansion you were invited to elegantly pools into a massive door of brass and copper. An embossed piece, amazingly sculpted — a hundred years old or more.

The center depicts a translucent emblem that appears to be strangely double-headed. Two facial profiles. One gazing east, the other, west. What exactly that’s supposed to mean: You have no idea, but you get the gist. Some kind of Greek mythology visual going on there. 

Doesn’t look like hell, does it.

You approach the door with slowed steps, tug your blazer into a comfortable fit at the lower hem. Had a mint? Check. Documents? Check. Posture? Semi-check. Adjusting necessary. Back straight, firmer walk. Done. Hopefully. As long as you don’t have to take those reckless stairs down south, you’re surprisingly ready for this. And what kind of preparations can you take for this kind of encounter in the first place anyway.

Beside the door, a concierge behind a luxurious, bulky table lifts his golden-framed glasses. They’re exceptionally thin and round, making their wearer appear like a wise, yet prying owl. Mister Mark Lee, apparently, going by how Taemin described him to you. 

Oh God, Taemin’s pointers saved your life finding this place. He’s been so forthcoming and took the time to explain as much as he could. The moment makes you reminisce a little. Your eyes lose focus.

Meanwhile, fully in the moment, the conscierge seems to cloud himself in the mystery of his dark green suit without any words. A man as groomed as this very Victorian penthouse. And this very borough, and this very carpet you’re standing on. Greeting you with a nod as understated as can be. 

It’s not like he’s treating you like air — he simply keeps the certain reserve you’d expect from a nocturnal bird. Or so it seems. That you’d be scrutinized you already expected, but this way feels a bit uneasy in the chest. If you’re the mouse to the owl, you want to move on past that door as fast as you fucking can.

You try to continue standing straight and hand him your letter as inconspicuously as possible. Oh, that damn piece of paper that turned your life around. A little ‚good evening‘ barely leaves your throat and Mister Lee presses a button underneath the table top after gazing over the document nearly thrice. Following his insistent eyes, you leave your phone on the table altogether, and now have virtually nothing to hold onto. You opt for putting your hands in your navy blue pants pockets. If that’s any good around here, staying a little hellishly casual. 

‘A very good evening indeed,‘ is what Mister Lee’s eyes seem to reply.

The door shifts open with a dull, booming sound. Very well then. You stagger inside toward what’s hopefully behind it — suddenly feeling so terribly exhausted. Hazy. You don’t know how it hit you. So many scents. Impressions. Movement. Space. Eyes. Heartbeats. 

You try hard to focus on the first candle you can see around, and you do find one, and it does ground you. After their split-second delirium, your feet anchor on the carpet now, and the scenery pulls you back to breathing. Now, the bigger picture becomes a lot clearer. 

There are several men settled everywhere across the room that opens before you so luxuriously. All dressed in the finest of garments and polished shoes, donning the most annoyingly impeccable haircuts on top of that. Everything about this room screams dignity, and haughtiness, and a hefty bank account. 

But you can’t deny another, stronger hunch. The presence of one gentleman in particular sends a chilly feeling down your spine. You can’t tell who it is now. You just know that somebody here is very different. Dangerously so.

Between armchairs, chandeliers, blood-filled cups and side tables, you spot arrangements of night-blooming jasmine and daffodils. Large and opulent, really catching your eye with their elegant trumpet shapes. 

Perhaps, and you really have no clue whether that’s a good theory, to suggest that however solid teak and mahogany this entire interior might be, there is still life and scent in it. But it’s all… so carefully curated. Too deliberate to be authentic in the very least, and that’s what is making you tense up so much. You know very well that nobody in this room, if it weren’t for this meeting, would be preoccupied with flowers. Except maybe Taemin. But he’s half-elven, so that doesn’t count. Elves love jasmine.

Meanwhile, you suspect that the cups with blood were purposely brought in to catch you off guard pretty much right away. To test your self-control, get you startled, or lord knows what. Power games in this club, you’d not be surprised. But the scent really is so overbearing. You become all light-headed. Whatever they set up for you here, it’s already working. You feel like falling asleep in the middle of the damn night. 

The fumes, and the candles, and the daffodils—

„Wong Yukhei,“ a voice finally pierces through the mist inside your brain. 

You perk up. It belongs to a figure seated in the deeper middle of the room. A dark-haired man, noticeably tall and baritoned, with full lips, immense shoulders. In fact, a frame to behold all tailored in matte black. Down to the pointed oxford shoes, laced up in a very brisk way as if someone pulled a corset very tight.

„Yes—?“

„Half-lycan. Club president. Have a seat.“

Now you know why he speaks first.

It’s like you’re frozen on the spot. Judging by how muscular he is underneath that very suit, especially around the upper body, you don’t want to catch a glimpse of what happens when the moon says hi. Half werewolf it is. No wonder his hands are huge like paws. You don’t have to count one and one together to know that this guy could go casual beastmode and rip the room’s door in half.

„A... alright.“

Stammering like a fool isn’t something you planned but comes out as a sheer reflex. To distract from the awkward tone, you resort to looking around. You wonder if the club is in full attendance. Because who knows, they could await some more people like you later on. There are actually quite a few empty seats to choose from. A dozen, perhaps a bit more. Each with a filled cup on a table, right to the brim, one more flavorful than the other.

Since the president didn’t gesture towards any seat in particular, you find yourself having to make an intuitive choice. Whether that’s some werewolfey ‚where does she put up her territory?‘ personality quiz or whatever… is unimportant because your nose is already telling you precisely where to sit anyway. In fact, obnoxiously so. It’s itching like crazy at most of the scents except one. You realize — at least that you can rely on. There’s that one cup you want to be close to. Ignoring it would probably torture you for the entire night so you give into it.  

Taking the empty chair at the chimney fire on the right side of the room comes naturally. And: With several eye pairs resting very firmly on you. But your attention is elsewhere already. The blood in the goblet of this particular table really does smell like the most delicious thing. There’s something magically attractive about the consistency. You can feel with your whole body just how amazingly juicy and welcoming the drink is. For a strange reason, it seems like it’s almost iridescent. You’ve never seen that before. Everyone in the room has the current pleasure of watching you being smitten by a fucking drink.

There’s no way they didn’t see you lick your lips like a first class pervert either.

Whatever first impression you’re giving them, it’s one that makes a part of you mentally run out the door again. Poor Taemin thought you were a promising invitee. You feel bad for disappointing him already. Slave to your instincts, how on earth are you even supposed to sit here in the finest and highest of company. Creating sexual tension over a glass of blood in a millionaire’s club or whatever.

Still, against all odds, the other part of you glady reclines in your seat, sleazy like a retired Russian oligarch on his yacht. Because that means: Smelling that heavenly scent up close. Hell, just fuck everything else. It’s the most gratifying thing you’ve come across. Did they brew you a damn magic potion or something? 

You have a hard time snapping back to the conversation and realize everyone is still intently looking at you admiring your cup as if it’s a prime time television event with Zac Efron in it. Which you now force yourself to break from. Not so gladly this time. You really want to have a sip, but Yukhei’s pressing gaze demands you to make your move. You wonder why his eyes are so livid, but again realize that he probably doesn’t need the moon to be wolf-like, does he.

„So you were the one who came up with inviting me, then?“ you say, and the words come out much more bluntly. It surprises you. Since you skipped the introduction and small talk altogether, maybe your mouth thought, why not strike a direct tone. Just being in the vicinity of something so mouthwatering makes you feel on top of the world out of literal nowhere. You’re about to lose your train of thought again that Yukhei fervently shakes his head.

„It was Baekhyun’s suggestion. A terribly daring one I thought,“ he says. „Thank him that we agreed to meeting you in person. In fact, he was very adamant we’d do so.“

You look around the assembly, hoping to find clarity about whoever prompted the invitation letter. Since nobody seems to put anything forth, you quiz yourself on who of these gentlemen looks like a Baekhyun, and why nobody is reacting. Everyone’s literally sitting there like marble statues. 

According to Taemin, getting an invitation to Club Daemon is not only something that excludes the general public, but also merely a fleeting ‚rumor‘. Not even a neighborhood legend if it came down to it. Because on more official papers, this guild does not exist. Whoever wanted to invite you was indeed taking a notable risk — to the president’s nuisance, on top of that.

Oh yeah. Now you’re at the edge of your seat.

„Eh. I’m afraid Baekhyun cannot meet you in this particular setting,“ Yukhei breaks into a lop-sided smirk. You’re shocked he’d pull a dismissive face like that. So openly, like he simply doesn’t give one damn all of a sudden. Strangely enough, it still doesn’t take away from just how nobly he’s dressed. It’s seriously messing with your head. Or is it the goblet?

„So, this setting, um—“

You look like Yukhei just spoke in a different language now. Stifled laughter among the guild members. At least they’re reacting now. That’s progress. But you’re even more confused and stuff your hands back into your pockets.

„See. Carpets are typically not Baekhyun’s favored grounds. He’s half-merman,“ Yukhei continues, very much composed in his seat now just as before. And it finally registers.

Oh man.

You can’t spot some giant water tank in this room or anything of that kind. There’s no way he could just casually hang out here. Of course he can’t greet you in the club. Sweet Jesus. You have too much blood and flower scent around you.

„But not to worry. You’ll get to meet your sweet benefactor,“ Yukhei leans back, the smirk growing even wider. „Baekhyun can speak to you in the club bathroom from time to time. If he’s not out there playing around in the bays like the kid he is.“

„I see? Uh...“

You shift back and forth in your seat. Even if your brain somehow tries to piece that information together, keeping your eyes off the chalice is so hard all over again. 

You can’t lie, it’s even starting to get you hot and bothered from the toes up. Gritting your teeth is all you can do not to gasp out loud. Literally, you’re one moan away from semi-public indecency. That is, if human law applies to this room. Going by how everyone is so keen to see you react, it probably doesn’t. Your ears are telling you that pretty much everyone is holding their breath right now. Untouched orgasm at 7:30 PM? Wasn’t on your plan either. But looks like you’re headed for it. You wonder if Yukhei has been planning to set you up for this and—

„We didn’t put this up to confuse you, Y/N. Please feel free to drink. We want you to feel welcome here,“ a second, innately friendly voice addresses you now, parting the silence like a vintage knife through warm butter. It’s much softer than Yukhei’s, as if laced with honey.

Immediately, you recognize the sound. It is Taemin.

Seated to Yukhei’s far left in a flawlessly upright posture. Blond and lavish, dressed in a type of brocade tux. It seems to be a mix of burgundy and golden pipings in the fire light, but you could be wrong. With good reason and regard to most members present, the room is kept very dark. In fact, the atmosphere couldn’t be any more controlled. Nevertheless — finally reuniting with him is such a relief. You already want to thank him for averting a full-on catastrophe.

„Taemin! It’s good to see you again,“ you finally break the tension. Your tone loses all discomfort, your face brightens. Taemin gently bows in response. His poise lights up the room, and you even manage to detach from the chalice.

„The pleasure is ours. It’s great to see you again as well.“

You recall. The memory is still so vivid. He was the one who brought you the letter in the late evening. You were sitting on your balcony scrolling through your phone feed and boom. There he was, sitting — even seemingly glowing or whatever it was — in a cherry tree. With his pointy ears and an envelope for you, the exact invitation Baekhyun had suggested. As far as you can remember, he’s been elected as the Club’s vice president very recently.

Taemin explained a lot of the club’s incentives to you on the balcony. Even if you did manage to drop your phone in shock at his appearance, his open approach had you packing up your bags for the mansion in a matter of two days. Seems like the club knows who to send when they don’t want to intimidate possible recruits. If Yukhei showed up in that dark suit and the low brow, you probably would’ve turned into a bat and headed for the forest. Well, or something like that. Meanwhile, Taemin feels like you’ve been familiar for decades.

„Do drink. It is handpicked for you!“

„Thank you, Taemin,“ is all you can say, and turn back to your drink with shaky hands. Finally. And well. If Taemin offers it, it can’t be wrong. It’s far too late to ignore it anyway. You already grab the base of the chalice like you’re holding on to dear life.

The first sip is so hasty, Yukhei almost has to laugh out loud. Or is it a laugh? Taemin frowns right at him, but you’re too busy chugging to notice. Hawthorn, lotus, apples, water lily, chestnuts and vanilla. So many nuances, too little tastebuds and too little words to describe it. You’ve never tasted blood of such a quality. For free. Not one pause to breathe, it just goes down like fine liquor.

Everything in your body starts to feel completely alert. Whoever this blood belongs to, whatever is going on, this is the most thrilling feeling you’ve experienced in a while. It’s like floating inches above your seat. Your face is feeling all heated as if the chimney fire burns your cheeks. Your skin is normally pretty cold and stays that way if you think about it. 

At the same time, you’re surprisingly refreshed on the inside. The blood left a minty trace on the back of your tongue. You know the men are watching you, but you can’t help but ride the high of the taste for a few seconds with your eyes closed. Once the rush is fully over, you slack in your seat. Open your eyes. And sigh out. Goddamn. 

If that means to feel welcome here, then you’re more than convinced. Taemin knows how to serve an aperitif. Everything about your body feels relaxed. You bet your pupils are more blown than Yukhei’s dick in his freetime going by how he sits and watches your reaction. Manspreading is an understatement. Wolfspreading is the new thing. Literally, what on earth happened. He’s glowering at you like you just stole the keys to the glitzy silver sportscar that’s parked in front of the mansion and without a doubt must be his. Your eyes aren’t deceiving you even if the light is so dim: He’s straight-up gotten all angry to the point of gritting his teeth.

But there’s also something that tells you he’s afraid.

„Now, you probably want to know why we’re interested in you, right,“ Taemin gently continues once you put the empty chalice down and make very needed use of the napkin already placed next to the cup. Heartbeat: Speed of a bullet train arriving at a station.

„I’m starting to see why.“

Most of your exhaustion is actually… gone. Out of the blue. You’re feeling much more perceptive, much faster in every move. Maybe Edward was right with his personal brand of heroin. You just never knew because you had 5 Pounds 50 blood from TESCO’s every day until now. So that’s that.

„We didn’t find a novice in twenty years,“ Taemin says. „Nor a half-vampire for that matter.“

In passing, he ushers a slender-looking butler towards your table. Casually, as if he did it a million times already. So far, using the shade of the lighting, the butler had been blending in with a velvet curtain until now. You ask yourself if you’ve actually noticed him or not. You can’t clearly tell which is strange. But then again, going by the course of events until now, not really.

„Right,“ you reply, trying to focus on Taemin — without much success. The butler simply looks too striking. He uses a large carafe to refill what probably measures up to another quarter liter into your chalice. He looks at you with sheer intent, it’s Yukhei’s gaze times ten, almost like it’s bundled into a lazer. Instead of being excited about the refill, you find yourself trying to desperately decipher the butler’s look. It’s not wolfy this time, that’s for sure. It’s something far, far different. It’s something deeply scary.

The butler lingers. It takes five seconds too long for him to return to the curtain. There’s that feeling again. That hunch from before when you came in, so much stronger now. You’re shivering. The man looks so serious in his crisp red suit, with the pin stripes and a golden pocket watch at his lapel. His aura is so freezing cold.

„Meaning, our guild could urgently use a new addition,“ Taemin keeps on speaking, with Yukhei closely listening to how he puts his words. In the meantime, the butler stands completely still in the dark, merging with the curtain almost completely again. But you can tell his eyes are on you. His frame looks so skinny at a distance, but you can tell he’s much stronger than that. Lord knows Yukhei might not be the only one who could break the door in half.

You hold on tight to the napkin in your lap. Where you thought you’d feel elated, you’re all sober now.

„Twenty years is a long time,“ you comment, a lot more dryly this time.

Even in a club where nobody ages by human standards, this could be quite a frustration. Looking around, you begin to understand why the invitation was such an urgent matter and there are many more empty seats. All the members look very established and at home to say the very least. Nobody here appears to be a novice.

„It is,“ Taemin replies. „You can see why we wanted to talk to you.“

„Yes. I can. Thank you for considering me. It was a bit out of nowhere but, I guess there’s no way to do it differently.“

Taemin nods. Meanwhile, Yukhei remains visibly displeased in his center seat, with his expression growing much darker by the minute. You can’t tell whether he didn’t like you downing the blood so fast like a post-diet Dracula or how Taemin explained all of this to you now. You don’t have to wonder for a long time, though.

„That we expand our assembly with a half-vampire out of all possibilities— was not my idea,“ Yukhei taps his fingers onto the lion-shaped armrests of his chair. The poor fellas probably have a hard time carrying his frame, fragile as they look. Taemin, on the other hand, is as nonchalant and petite as you got to know him. Like a feather on his seat, he sways his torso ever so slightly while he listens. Then, he reaches over to pat Yukhei on the shoulder with a wide, reassuring smile.

„But you were still delighted that Baekhyun found someone, didn’t you.“

„You make it sound like a public holiday. Eh, we’re recruiting, Taemin.“

„You didn’t take too long to agree to sending the invitation at all. Back when Kai joined, you needed five months to say yes. And he’s half-lycan himself.“

„Because Jongin was a grade A stupid bastard… and still is,“ Yukhei darts an even lower gaze to a particularly shaded corner of the room. Whoever this guy Kai is, he’s sitting right there and grins his life away. Now that you set your eyes on him, you’re about to piss your fucking pants.

Even behind a particularly large array of jasmine bouquets, his silhouette looks the most powerful out of all the club members despite him not being as tall as Yukhei. Where you would’ve called the Yukhei ‚strong‘, Kai was first and foremost athletic — head to toe, with a looming frame. He’s kept silent for the entire time, but he sure listened well.

„It’s a competition, Yukhei,“ the silhouette crosses his legs, laughing. „Whoever is bastardly enough is qualified for being the club president. Sounds like I’m headed right for it. But you’re also knee-deep. Knee-deep, I’m telling you.“

Kai’s voice is much lighter than you thought it would be, but the way he speaks commands instant respect. Yukhei’s answer is a mixture of a growl and a huff, but it’s so blended together that it’s becoming hard to distinguish to your reeling ears. All you know is that the atmosphere in the room feels like a string ready to snap.

So that’s what half-lycans are all about, then.

In case they’re about to fully out-bastard each other, you take another sip to distract yourself. You hear your ears pulse even more. The blood really is delicious and takes your mind off. To your surprise and relief, Yukhei squarely turns to the assembly with a much more point-blank attitude in his movement now. Kai remains entirely ignored.

„That she’s not part of a vampire clan and we couldn’t find possible members for so long is the only reason she’s here, that’s all.“

„Enough a reason,“ Taemin smiles even wider, and puts more soothing into his phrasings. Kai’s unsettling presence doesn’t seem to faze him the very least. 

„We’d be happy to have you join us if you’re inclined,“ he now addresses you again. „I’m sure our talk about the training and formal things will bore you, though. I reckon you want to be introduced to your kind first.“

„Oh…“

Your kind.

That explains a lot. A whole damn lot, to be exact. You can’t help but suck in air, but it’s less awkward than you thought. In fact, your reaction brings some life into the room. Looks like everyone has anticipated this. Yukhei’s eyes narrow. Kai seems even more alert. You feel like a lab rat new to the cage.

„You felt his presence when you stepped in, didn’t you,“ Taemin asks, his head tilting a bit to the side.

You did. The half-elf looks confirmed in his statement.

„It’s him, right,“ you direct your eyes toward the curtain, but don’t dare to lift your gaze any further.

The butler.

He’s been sticking out like a sore thumb.

You felt him since the very first moment.

„Yes,“ Taemin says.

Your suspicion, or rather, what your body told you from the beginning with every shiver and every fiber, was entirely right: With an interpretation you couldn’t grasp just then. But now you do. Your intuition didn’t lie.

„Ma’am. Pleased to meet you. Lee Taeyong,“ the butler strikes a surprisingly fluid introduction. You freeze up again. It’s very unlike his stiff positioning, stepping forth from his usual waiting place so his face is visible to you in candle light entirely at a bit of a distance. Lee Taeyong. His face… really is sharp.

„I was expelled from my clan 80 years ago,“ he disposes of his tray to speak freely now. His voice is so deep, it almost resonates in your ribcage. But then, you see something vulnerable in him. You don’t know what it is.

„Expelled?“

„You can imagine. They found out I wasn’t full vampire,“ he continues. Now you do see them. His fangs. You should’ve noticed. Damn. „That’s how I got here.“

And now you actually get what happened. Taeyong is an outcast. Looking past his teens, 150, 170 years, a tenth of Taemin’s age at the very least. And he’s half-vampire who’s been on his own pretty much: Just like you. That’s something that still didn’t sink in yet. Your kind. The butler of Club Daemon. 

No wonder he took his time pouring the blood into your chalice and looked at you like you’re some kind of revelation. If the cups in the room smell only half as delicious to him as they do to you? He has admirable self-control just standing there at the carpet without losing his mind.

You shift forward on your seat — as does Yukhei, unseen to you. Almost automatically, your tone becomes more tense.

„So what happened?“

„I didn’t know my entire family history until that point. I was orphaned,“ Taeyong expands, his mimic controlled. „The clan was all I knew. I never thought I could have any demon heritage. Literally any. For decades. Until my father showed up. It was…I didn’t know he was that far up the hierarchy.“

Your jaw drops. He has to be kidding you. That can only mean one thing, there’s only one person he could refer to.

„You met Satan personally?!“

Dead silence in the room. You could hear a pin drop. In fact, an elven hair strand.

„I wish I didn’t,“ the butler finally says. With a more silent voice. You can tell he has to cave in, force himself. „He gave me this.“

Taeyong begins to slowly loosen his tie. Taemin already averts his eyes. The butler goes on to reveal a left collarbone so scarred, you can’t bear to look at it for very long yourself. The tissue has been deeply torn. The bone, presumably broken twice, healed in an odd way on top of that. You feel the pain in the very same spot within your own body.

Taeyong doesn’t have to tell you that the altercation left his arm fully paralyzed. You just know, like you could sense his presence from far away already. Meeting his father changed his life forever in the worst way possible. Now you understand why Taeyong does the butlering in the club — he can keep his left hand behind his back at all times.

„His father rejected him,“ Yukhei says, sterner than ever. His anger has faded, and an extreme seriousness begins to sink his brows.

„It’s that — Neither my clan nor demon folk really want me present,“ Taeyong’s face is even more barren of an expression now. He’s bottled it all up, it’s hard to watch. It sounds like he hasn’t spoken about this for years. „This was the only place I could go at that point. Yukhei was very helpful. I hope you can feel the comfort of being accepted here like I do.“

„I… don’t understand why Satan would disapprove of you so much, Taeyong.“

„Some demons willingly get together with vampires,“ Taemin steps in now, careful in his intonation. „But Lucifer rarely does. And, only when he’s drunk. If you ask him on a normal day, and I know this sounds harsh… he despises most of pure vampires, and half-breeds even more so. He is also Yukhei’s father.“

„He is?!“

Now you’re almost falling off your chair. That Yukhei’s father must be one of the higher-ups in the demon ranks was already a no-brainer, but this —

„Idiot cast me from hell the second he found out I can grow these longer than his silly horns,“ Yukhei points at his mouth, baring all teeth now. Even in their natural shape, they’re already razor sharp, sporting clearly prominent fangs. Even your canines, and those are hardly used and worn down, aren’t as slicing as his. When he says he can grow them that long, you fucking believe him.

„He’s… not been the most accepting dad to say the least,“ Taemin folds his hands in his lap. “And doesn’t stick up for any mistakes.”

„’Cause he’s an insecure ass,“ Yukhei makes a disgusted grimace. „Fucks around and then gets mad at what he’s done. Vampire girls he sure likes when he’s doing one of his stupid orgies. But not the consequences. He’s so easily threatened. That’s almost funny.“

You’re stiffer than ever now, glued to your seat. Not in a million years did you think there was some serious family drama going on behind those fancy suits.

„So that’s why this club exists. Satan can’t handle us,“ Kai adds, kneading his thighs. Looking much more detached, almost demure. You can tell that Taeyong’s speech hit the underbelly of everyone in the room. That even Kai looks so sunken catches you off guard. „We’re half this, half that. I mean look at us. Yukhei and I could never be part of a pure wolves pack. Never. We can’t mingle with demons either. They doubt us in any place. Shitty situation.“

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. Now, the double head emblem on the embossed door makes a lot more sense. It’s not just for the aesthetics. Two faces going into opposite directions. Always torn. Always the onlooker, yearning from a distance. Unable to go in either direction. Seems like you’re in the right place. Or the wrong one: Because you bet this assembly is the very eye of the storm.

„Why did Satan not try to attack the Club yet? Isn’t there even a stairway to hell in this house?“ you ask. If Satan got pissed off by Yukhei’s or Taeyong’s abilities, several people of that kind in one place sounds pretty much the ultimate provocation. Installing a designated hell door with smoke all around even more so. 

„He sure wants to,“ Kai shrugs, again, smirking in this very distinct way. He builds himself up again, and the teasing undertone in his voice strengthens back to normal. „But he’s afraid and doesn’t know about half of us. You see… Hellboy has no way of gauging what expects him. Even if he fucking hates us and wants us dead in a ditch, whatever. We know him inside out, too. Even more than he knows us. I’m sure he doesn’t want to face Taeyong now that he’s not young and weak anymore. He only exploits way down the hierarchy. He knows he can win there.“

„Makes… sense. Sort of— preying on vulnerable people.“

That an insecure hell boss is the reason this very club has formed? Seems to be a better explanation than you thought. No way so many species could stick together otherwise. How you’re in a room with two high functioning, protein-powered lycans both standing over six feet is already a miracle. Just sitting there sipping your bloody drink. There’s even an elf guy. That’s some surreal shit, even Salvador Dalí wouldn’t believe it.

„And, um. Saying that there’s a hell door is a joke Taemin pulls on every recruit,“ Taeyong scratches his head now. 

„Everybody thought that Mark was vaping but he actually put up a room difuser down the hall,“ Kai adds. „He’s using essential oils in there since a couple weeks. So sometimes we do have some fog round that area. But there’s no actual stairway or anything. It’s a club tradition... a hoax.“

Your what-the-fuck expression must be hard to beat right now.

„Er. All right then. So much about hell smoke.“

A whole damn prank. Taemin is not as angelic as he looks, is he. Still part demon, after all. It really felt like there was an entrance to hell around when you arrived here. Taemin’s little giggle right now doesn’t worry you as much as Yukhei’s grunting.

„So much about a hoax,“ he growls back. „I wish we actually had that door so I could go beat his ass.“

High functioning, protein-powered lycans with daddy issues. You never thought this club had major drama. Your lips think its time for another comfort sip from your chalice. Blessed thing you have that one. Because all this… got you into something bigger than expected. Eating shrimps on a terrace with some fellow half-breeds on a cozy Sunday evening? Nothing of that kind. Rating Christopher Lee movies and signing up on vampire tinder together just for fun? Nothing of that in sight.

„So, naturally. That we can recruit you is a good feat,“ Kai continues. „You might grow very strong in training.”

“Strong in training?”

“Vampire half-breeds are always up for a surprise. You see how Taeyong is like. He can open jars even I can’t crack. With just one hand. Long as we have a balance of power with hell, the Club is quite safe. Even from my father.“

Looks like what you got yourself into is a Cold War that coincidentally involves people from Down Under — but it’s not Australians.

„Are you Satan’s son as well, Kai?“

Kai shakes his head quite firmly. Just how stark his face structure is becomes visible when Taeyong puts a candle into his vicinity, helping you gauge Kai’s outline much better, which is a bit more reassuring. The butler seems to almost read your thoughts. Your initial shiver gladly has been in decline ever since Taeyong spoke up. And you do believe he can open those jars.

„My old man? Mammon.“

„Mammon? Ugh.“

You can already guess what this is all about. You don’t need to wait a second for Kai to go on a rant.

„He’s a fucker, fucked up, a fucking twat, and fucks around even more so than Satan,“ Jongin kicks his left foot, looking mighty grumpy in the candle light. „I’m sure you know what he’s in charge of. He likes fear and chaos. To say the very least.“

You sure can imagine. Mammon governs the most powerful resource on the planet. Or rather, what people do with it, so… you already don’t have to know anything more than that.

„Talking about him is of no use,“ Yukhei intervenes. „Lost cause, wasted time. What I wanna say is. The vampire clans also don’t know much about us either,“ he now points at you. „That’s our advantage. And the reason why you will have to quit most of your regular life if you agree to be a member. Or take a serum that will make you forget about meeting us. At least, up to the point where you received the letter. I know this is quite a severe change. You can imagine how discrete we have to be. Given everything you heard.“

Yukhei looks dead serious.

Well, alright then. The case is clear. This is legitimate big business.

Club „Most Hated Half-breeds“ Daemon. Outsiders, all of them. The first rule is: You do not talk about Club Daemon. A guild for the All-Transylvanian Rejects, the crossovers from hell gone hiding, the MIB of supernatural creatures. And all just because big daddy Lucifer loves to host an infernal orgy every now and then and never heard of a condom. It’s crazy. So much information intake, it’s time to sort your thoughts.

You take a deep breath, let the blood chalice dance in your cupped palm. Sweeping the remaining liquid at its very bottom, rhythmically. Sweet lifeline. You observe how the drops run as if nothing else in the world existed. And still, you have crystal clear hearing, and your voice is again becoming firmer. It’s the effect of the drink, you can feel it. Such good stuff, really.

„It’s not that I didn’t anticipate it. Taemin said something along those lines when we met. I get why you have to be discrete,“ you hum. Even telling you about the serum before any other information would give away too much. „I’d be back to square one anyway.“

Taemin nods at you.

„We’ll always be between elves and demons, mermen and demons, vampires and demons, werewolves and demons… This club wants to protect anybody who’s caught between chairs. We go to great lengths with secrecy. I hope you will join us in our cause. It’s a new life. Lucas has great plans for us.“

‚Lucas‘ seems to be Yukhei’s club nickname. Taemin appears to confide in him a lot even if he will smooth out his blunders. Meanwhile, you remember how Taemin talked to you about his own parents on the balcony. 

Apparently, none other than Beelzebub is Taemin’s father since over ten centuries. His latest habit seems to be blowing up his son’s phone with strange texts about recent hell politics. If that’s not enough, he asks about what he’s doing all day. It really is a new level of hell-icopter parenting. No wonder Taemin learned to be so appeasing in all situations.

„There are also ways of us finding out who your parents are,“ Taeyong comes to rest his right hand on your shoulder. Carefully, as if asking if it’s okay to touch you. You let him, without much care. Simply by— well, what is it, instinct?

Particularly Yukhei seems to observe this moment with much intent. Monitoring with piercing eyes, wild and deep. Trying to see through you at all cost. Surveying whether you’re a suitable club member, fair enough. But you seriously begin to wonder why he’s trying so damn hard to get into your head. He wants you on his side, sure, why’d he stare like that all the time?

Meanwhile, you don’t even know much about yourself except that you find veiny necks extremely appealing. Duh. So what’s there to analyze. You’re still kinda new to this. Blunt how Lucas is, wouldn’t he tell it to your face if he knew something you didn’t by now?

„At least, your demonic heritage,” Kai finishes the butler’s thought. “It’s not an easy discovery, however.“

Taeyong’s hand really does comfort you. But the thought of involving yourself in family affairs feels more than daunting and spoils the moment more than you want to. It’s something you could avoid until now thanks to simply not knowing much about your background. But apparently there’s no way to run from it.

„You might wanna anticipate that shit,“ Kai cracks his neck from side to side, then adjusts the sleeves of his white camisole. You’re suddenly so very well aware that he can probably see and smell your hesitation from a mile away. „Because when pa from hell shows up to see what’s going on? Preparation is better than being sorry. You gotta know who you’re dealing with. Art of war 101.“

Kai pointing at Taeyong’s battered left side reminds you all the more that lifting the veil is probably better than hoping for the best. If Satan happens to be your dad as well, you’re in huge trouble should he ever find you. Kai is right. Without allies and any knowledge of what you’re dealing with, you’d be lost.

Not to mention that Taeyong and Lucas would be your half brothers. Among probably a thousand other people. You didn’t walk through this door to get instant patchwork family. It would be a whole town of siblings now that you think about it.

If Satan has been even busier than that, which you’re sure of, that could mean an entire nation of people related to you somewhere overseas. Most of them being far from half-breeds. Why? Because Satan still preferred his own kind if he wasn’t completely hammered.

„Sounds like a nice prospect,“ you mumble, arms tightly crossed. Thousands of demons all out for your neck. Joining a notorious club network would certainly hide your identity much better than you hanging out in your small apartment in the middle of nowhere behaving like an average citizen. Glorious. You hate everything.

Which one person, as always, disagrees with.

„He makes it sound more dramatic than it is. Especially in this club you are more secure,“ Taemin softly adds, swiping a blonde strand from his right eye. „You must understand. Kai is in charge of defense. We all have our tasks.“

„Figured as much.“

„We all specialize in something we’re really suited for. Depending on our species, usually,“ Taeyong picks up Taemin’s point, and you begin to understand.

On the balcony, Taemin had even mentioned a gryffin member who worked as the designated club driver. Mister Ten as they called him, who was always out and about for a gazillion tasks. From hell mail to picking up tailored suits to doing the shopping to frequenting hospitals and various butchers for… leftovers.

Taeyong being an older vampire would require very specific blood (type A respectably, whreas you preferred O), and both Lucas and Jongin are in their wolf prime. Kai being slightly older but all the more active by the looks of it. So, just like Baekhyun, Ten seemed to be busy tending to that all the time, nowhere to be seen nor even mentioned. Which was a little… suspicious. 

But the ‚everyone has a task‘ seems to be a big deal. And: Everybody is set up to take their spot very seriously, in their supposed element. Being the VP suits Taemin just like being the butler really suits Taeyong. Even Yukhei, you admit, has the exact leading, head-on personality, although mixed with a lot of tempers, that his position would require. And Kai — his body doesn’t lie. Of course he is in charge of defense.

„We would strive to find out your ideal role in the club, too,“ Taemin says. „Kai thinks about this scenario from a combat perspective, but know that cases like Taeyong’s are extreme ones. We’re used to this but you don’t have that struggle. It’s probably like different worlds at the start but don’t let it phase you.“

You exchange looks, and Taemin gives an empathetic nod. His face is really gentle. It seems trustworthy. Again, you notice how his diplomacy helps you the most right now. It’s a bit cryptic, but it’s the type of classy conduct you were expecting to find in the club. You’re damn glad he’s here. Half-elves simply have a different kind of wisdom.

„I guess,“ you look at Taeyong. „It’s an extreme case because he was part of a clan, right, and I wasn’t.“

„Smart,“ Taemin takes up a porcelain cup from his own table and guides it to his lips. It appears to be some sort of elven elixir inside of it, light blue and sparkling. Maybe that’s the source of his maturity or something. „This is exactly the reason how so much conflict was possible in the first place.“

„Right.“

„You grew up with adoptive parents after your mother’s passing. It was unfortunate but also a hidden feat of luck later on,“ Taemin balances the cup between his elegant fingers. „Nobody from hell could find you. You didn’t show many abnormal traits. Nor were you close to any clans that fostered your abilities or spread the word. But especially the former. You grew up in human ways. Your abilities weren’t worked with.“

„Which we can do for you now if you want to,“ Taeyong clears your table off the empty goblet. Instead, he puts a booklet with a red ribbon around its hard cover just there. „In a more covert way that doesn’t arouse any attention.“

„Can we really do it so secretly?“

He really did read the concern out of your face all over again.

„Yes,“ Taeyong emphasizes, then directs his gaze toward the fireplace. „For any half-demon, half-vampire, this is the place to develop herself. We want to honor both sides and work with it. As good as we can.“

„All other approaches usually fail because they’re one-sided,“ Taemin raises his tea cup indicating towards a thoroughly disgruntled Yukhei. You get what the elf wants to say by that.

Yukhei — another extreme case, perhaps the most severe. From a certain perspective, you can imagine how being antagonized by his father and wolf packs at the same time would motivate Lucas to run a club like this. And what would motivate him to act like this, anyway. 

Leading Club Daemon with a velvet gloves approach? It’d be more dangerous than an iron fist mentality. Although it feels so clear to you, past the nebula of the blood cocktail, that Yukhei completely turned this aggressive style into a hyperbole. But you never know what or whom he’s doing it for.

Even at such a young age. You are convinced he really can’t be anywhere near 30 years of equivalent human age even if his height and way of dressing makes him look so settled. His overall presence on top of that: Whatever training they have to offer, it must be compelling.

At this point, you can only say to yourself — fuck everything. And lords knows the whole club is green of envy. No wonder they’re staring at you like that. You grew up so unbothered, your life is a joke compared to theirs. You were ignorant about way too many things about yourself. Looking at how everyone here embraces their origin, not developing your abilities was a full-on heresy.

„I’m actually considering it,“ you browse through the booklet, directing all attention in the room at you so keenly. Taemin sits at the edge of his seat himself. The paper feels luxurious between your fingers. As a first page, the name of who assembled the booklet’s contents is printed in bold. Mark Lee, conscierge, Club Daemon. 1999 edition.

The text details several time lines, diagrams, and fact lists about vampire-demon halfbreed history, on top of outlining a program featuring traits that a club novice could develop. 

Sprouting and care of demon wings. Usage of blood banks. Defense against crosses and garlic. Cities with high vampire populations. Types of claws. The culture of hell. Demonic Spells. Battle Gowns. Impact of ‚Twilight‘ on public perception of Vampires. Symbolism. Vampiric Reflexes. Christopher Lee Movie Analysis. Avoiding Exorcism. Communication with hell hounds. On Hunting and Forests. Fist-fighting Lucifer. Evolution of Ancient Vampire Dress Codes. Fang safety. Hierarchy of hell. Nutrition. Choosing a castle. Strength development. The list is nearly 200 bullet points long.

And the majority of training, it states, is supervised by Kai. Even the lessons on Vampires and Sexual Relations. Other lessons are conducted by Taeyong and Mark, mapping the more theoretical contents.

Most of the listed training units feature things you never knew you could possibly try let alone perform. Some lessons are even more vital than you thought they would be. Things your apartment life wouldn’t have to offer in the very least. At this point, walking out the door would be a grave mistake for an entire variety of reasons and you trust your instinct. The only thing that makes you bargain is not the elephant — but the big and bulky alpha wolf in the room.

What to do about Yukhei. 

Given the hardliner choice between serum or a complete new existence, it’s a question you’ll have to postpone. Interestingly enough, even though he was lycan through and through, Kai doesn’t bother you nearly as much anymore after the initial shock effect faded.

So what is it about Lucas. Even more things you’ll have to find out, then.

You’re nervous with the booklet in your hands, but you can’t complain. The two cups of blood in your system have given you more courage to look the four of them in the eyes.

„Considering what: Joining for the cause or the heritage?“ Yukhei crosses his arms at the solar plexus. His eyes are so probing on you, but you keep your head straight. You very well know that he’s testing you with this one.

„Both. And I want to know my role, too.“

The president seems to ponder for a bit. Then, he hums. More placid than before, you note. He actually seems satisfied with that answer.

„Then let’s start out,“ Kai rises from his seat alongside Yukhei, and both walk towards the red curtain in big strides. Taeyong sweeps it to the side, revealing a heavy door to another room.

Unlike the rest of the house, or at least the parts you’ve seen so far, this area has no embellished walls or ceilings. Not a spark of luxurious colors, either. No dark materials, no curtains, no dutch paintings, just concrete everywhere. It looks heavily worn, but strangely, doesn’t seem to be a relic like the fireplace room’s wooden tiles. All lighting is purely artificial. It seems part gym, part studio, and all furniture is solid metal, minimal, angular. You’d never expect such a modern, plain grey room to be anywere around the house. It smells like a damn hospital in here.

„Our training grounds,“ Kai paces around the area, clearing it and turning a knob that seems to activate floor heating. „The second safest place in the manor.“

„What’s the safest one, then?“

„We have a bunker downstairs. Flood-proof, radiation-proof.“

And Satan-proof, you don’t have to guess.

„Oh wow.“

„It’s unused so far when it comes to catastropes,“ Yukhei roughly pulls off his tux jacket and hangs it over a steel chair. Given how he stretches his arms, you figure it’s to gain some mobility. Or… to show off his huge build to impose his authority and intimidate you which surely is working. „But we do run it as a makeshift jail.“

„You’re keeping criminals in here?!“

„If you’d call Kai a criminal,“ Yukhei raises a brow.

Now you understand. The bunker is actually not meant for somebody else unless the situation calls for it.

„You’re isolating yourself during full moons.“

„You got it,“ Kai nods. „Nothing gets in, nothing gets out. Two days. I got used to the cold down there. And Yukhei locks himself in here with a pile of meat.“

„I…see.“

So that’s why the concrete walls look so damaged despite not seeming that old. If you look close enough, it’s actually not hard to imagine how there’s massive strength and claws at work here. And there must be plenty of things to desinfect afterwards. Hence the hospital smell. 

But then again, Lucas is not the one who gets put in the bunker downstairs. If that one is the safest room, Kai is in all regards the strongest. Which makes sense given his task here. But something about it makes you shift from one foot to the other. If Kai has to jail himself in an atomic prison, what a fucking beast are you even dealing with?

So this is with who you’ll train with, then.

„Nothing you’ll see anything of,“ Taemin clasps his hands, bringing your mind back to the image of meat piled up all over this room. „The member’s private rooms are way up on the 3rd floor. You’ll be situated there as well, in whatever free room you choose. They are very pleasant suites. The interiors are selected Victorian antiques. It’s not like around here.”

“Thank you, Taemin. That sounds great actually.“

“And— we can always predict their transformations without failure.“

„The suites have steel doors as well,“ Kai adds on. „Easy to lock from the inside. We’ve had centuries to think all of this through.“

„Reassuring…“

„Mind you. In case you feel you get a bad craving, you’re doing the same thing Kai and I do,“ Yukhei re-ties his left shoelace, foot placed on the metal chair like a 6’0 Napoleon. „It’s not like we aren’t the only people who have to protect others from ourselves.“

You don’t like the tone he’s striking and try not to look into his direction. As if you’re some crazed vampire lord with a body count and not a bloody amateur. Whatever cravings he’s talking about, it’s hard to imagine how you’d go absolutely buckwild on a concrete wall whining for blood.

„With half-vampires, well… It can happen,“ Taeyong helps Kai pull off his jacket as well. „But lycans still have to take more prevention if I may add. Simply because their whole being transforms and they’re gaining unexpected strengths from it. Vampires hardly do. Our strength is present always. We naturally learn how to deal with it each day. Lycans have exponentional and way more erratic powers in a shorter period of time.“

Now that puts it into perspective. You exchange a thankful glance with Taeyong. The butler gives a composed smile. Yukhei sees that and huffs. Looks like someone’s been projecting.

„We’re dealing with threats from the outside, better check the ones from the inside,“ Kai says, shrugging. „We can’t change that we’re aggressive species but we can lock a door ten minutes before shit goes down. Early risk detection. That’s gonna be a lot of what you’ll learn in the programme anyways.“

„Pragmatic, I guess,“ you scratch your chin. 

And he’s right. There’s nothing else the members could possibly do. Unleashing someone outside of the manor into the surrounding woods sounds like an overall bad idea. There’s a town somewhat nearby, fifteen minutes down the road. And as a matter of fact, you’ve never heard of suppression pills for half-demons on the market. Each species would need a different concoction: Tailored exactly to them in a long chemical process. Given the variety of Satan’s harem, that equals pure scientific madness.

Yukhei cracks his neck, puts the steel chair back in its spot. „We hope so. What reasons you’ll have to lock your suite for we’re about to find out.“

Three minutes later, you’re face down on the center table of the room, Yukhei pulling off your blazer. Even if you thought it would be much more unceremonious, he seems to do it rather slowly. In the meantime, Taemin rings a little silver bell. The sound is shrill and obnoxiously piercing. Seconds later, the concierge enters the room with a clipboard, introducing himself fully now. 

Oh shit, you almost forgot about the owl guy.

„Mark Lee. Bookkeeper, treasure master. Half-goblin. I also do our finances.“

Joining the club officially unlocks a whole new level of information, does it.

„Bookkeeper, I see?“

„Yes, we do keep a secret chronic.“

„Oh, alright? Spanning for how long?“

„Older than this house. I’ll introduce you to the archive next week, in fact. Welcome to Club Daemon, Miss. I’ll be documenting the findings of this test.“

Then, he turns to put down your phone on another table. First you missed it, now you don’t even care. Mark’s sudden appearance has you all wondering. He’s different now. Maybe his initial silence was very much connected to the exact level of secrecy Taemin has been talking about.

Mark comes across much more high-spirited when he talks, and his face appears youthful once it comes into motion. You give a little ‚mh’ as a rather distracted reply, and he begins a lightning fast scribble on his board, using a golden pen that looks like it’s worth your apartment.

Meanwhile, Kai’s interest seems to gravitate entirely to your shoulder blades. He goes about tapping the skin and muscles surrounding the bone, even pulling down the backside of your tanktop by an inch, causing you to hold your breath. He circles the spine, presses too fingers in at either side. He’s surprisingly subdued, but still quite hands-on. It’s not hard to feel that he has experience with examinations like that. In fact, Kai has the touch of a modern day chiropractor. Whatever you should think about that you don’t know yet.

It makes sense he’s in charge of all things physical. And — that the first thing he’ll do is get your wings to grow and work, wherever they may be inside your back right now. Lord knows what kind of reflex or trigger is needed to make them sprout. Mark, in full haste, keeps on checking off boxes on his board and hums, cocks his head every now and then.

Yukhei only seems to care for another area altogether. He holds up your ponytail to take a closer look at the back of your neck. You glare at him for pulling at your hair more than you thought was needed. Taemin volunteers to take up that task instead, with Yukhei going on scanning the nape. His hands are so large and grip at your shoulders, it feels like you’re some kind of prey being handled. Taeyong has no problems reading the discomfort on your face and clears his throat, prompting Yukhei to slack off at least a little.

„It won’t be anything painful,“ Taemin says. „We’re looking for any birth marks to appear.“

„Birth marks?“

„It shows up when other demons or half-breeds are around. It usually gives away who you’re related to. The color and shape show which rank your demon parent had. Not to worry.“

You chant a little thank you, Taemin inside of yourself as a way to keep yourself together and nod.

„Yukhei and Taeyong have large black markings that resemble a lighting shape if you will,“ Mark now speaks up. „Taeyong’s is so noticeable, he always wears his hair past his shoulders. And Yukhei mostly uses a high white collar.“

How fitting. You didn’t expect anything else if you’re honest.

„So I should cover it as well, right?“

„You shouldn’t tie your hair up this way so it can be seen,“ Kai says. „You can be glad it hasn’t alerted anyone yet.“

So… that’s why Yukhei did not seem to be very happy with your ponytail. You’ve been utterly reckless without even knowing. If there was someone who didn’t think it was a tattoo, you could have caused some major issues. But before you can apologize, the president already shakes his head.

„Well. You can keep that silly hairstyle. Because there’s nothing on that neck where there should be something.“

„What?“

„Not one mark. I’ve pressed every spot, there’s nothing. The birth mark should be visible already anyways since we’re here. Our presence activates it.“

Commotion. Yukhei lets go of your neck, Taeyong begins inspecting the area very hectically instead, joined by Kai. Mark seems to be in the most confusion right now and gnaws on his lips.

„But Baekhyun clearly said she has demon descent!“ Taemin interjects. „He sees such things the best!“

„Baekhyun… Little fish only wants her here because he has an eye on her,“ Yukhei grits his teeth, looking like he’s ready to kick the steel chair into a corner. „Swims around and invites anybody he fancies long as they have some decent fangs.“

„Yukhei!“ Taeyong cuts right back.

„I knew something wasn’t right,” Lucas keeps shaking his head, now seeming even more convinced. “Not a drop of demon blood in her.“

„What are you saying!“

Taeyong’s stoic face is turning livid now. You never thought he could turn this angry.

„Stop kidding yourselves. Get the serum, Taeyong. All that jazz we’ve been doing… I’m fucking tired. I told you it wasn’t my idea to invite her.“

Yukhei curses an entire string of very canine-sounding things under his breath and Taemin tries to hold him by the shoulders. The whole room feels like it’s about to explode. Taeyong doesn’t look like he’s ready to comply in the very least. Instead, the butler starts baring his fangs with a defiant snarl. Mark shouts out loud.

„Don’t—!“

„Are you deaf? Get the serum, bloodsucker! We’re not playing around anymore!“ 

Yukhei begins grabbing Taeyong by the collar. His eyebrows start to become fuller, and his teeth begin to crack, growing rapidly. Taeyong, eyes turning blood-shot, fastens his left hand behind his back. He positions himself to bring forth a powerful fist about to shatter right through Yukhei’s face. Alongside Taemin, you struggle to get up and reach them in an attempt to hold them apart. But before either of them can strike out—

„Wings! Her wings!“

Exclamations from all sides. Everybody turns to Kai. Panicked, he rests his hands just inches over your kidneys. Mark screams, loud enough to make Lucas shift his attention. Meanwhile, Kai gestures everyone back to the table.

„Here! Look here, now!“

Incredulous, Yukhei lets go of Taeyong’s suit and jumps right beside Kai. He pulls up your tank top to expose the lower back completely. Mark drops his board and pen. Yukhei’s hands roam all over the area that Kai mapped out through the fabric. And yes. Now you’re feeling bumps there, too. A painful tear pools at the bottom of your spine. The adrenaline of the situation didn’t make you realize.

„They… they’re unusually low,“ Mark chops his words, eyes wide and crouching behind Yukhei as if petrified.

„That means they’re large,“ Kai puffs out. „Look at the color, too. White, grey. They’re spotted in red. I’ve never seen anything similar. As if they’re bloodied.“

You can’t believe your ears, wind on the table. „Spotted wings?! What’s that about?“

„It’ll be even more visible when they’re spread. They’ve been hiding really fucking well down there,“ Kai says. „It’s very unlike any wings of ours. And I can’t get them out, all we did was locate them now.“

Great. You have special snowflake wings.

„Really?“ you’re pretty much staring like Mark yourself now. Kai affirms.

„It’ll take a trigger event that sprouts them. I don’t know what yet. Too early to say.“

„But what does the color mean, then?“

„Our wings are all some kind of… well, auburn. Neither Satan’s nor Mammon’s children have colorings like this. Only Taemin’s are blue.“

„But that’s regular for elves,“ Taemin adds.

A churning knot of panic seems to grow inside your gut. The fact that Yukhei keeps on groping about your back is starting to tug at your nerves as the cherry on top.

„Why, why are they like that? What is this?“

„Y/N,“ Mark inhales sharply. „Please calm down, we only—“

„And why are you touching me like I’m some kind of science object? Who am I?“ you shout at Kai and Lucas, prompting Taemin to slowly pull away both their wrists from the table. In this moment, you could jump either of them.

„I’ve, I’ve only heard of one case with such wings,“ Mark begins, but ends up choking up a cry. He’s shaking all over, takes his glasses off. „If you… turn her around…“

Yukhei doesn’t have to be told twice.

„So her mark is elsewhere? Isn’t it? She’s from a different family altogether?“

Mark nods.

Lucas swiftly flips you on your back. You can’t even blink and you’re already watching the ceiling with five faces right up close above you.  

„Let Taeyong do this,“ Taemin begins to urge Yukhei. „Lucas, you shouldn’t touch her now.“

That you need Taemin’s words for Lucas to hold himself back is starting to bother you. Him just grabbing you by the hips and turning you around felt more than strange. You imagine how in his mind, you’re probably a sizzling steak in a pan that he wants crispy on both sides and you don’t like it. One thing’s for sure: You’re not here for being werewolf dinner. What the hell.

What’s been on your mind even more is that Kai is not even half as annoying despite being so full of protein himself. With his chiropractor hands all over you on top of that. Is it that they’re from different families? Wouldn’t you dislike Taeyong as well then? He’s from the exact same corner of hell, after all. What exactly makes Lucas so pushy to you keeps on preoccupying everything you thought of until now as a bottom line. It’s not like you can ask him directly why he behaves like an asshole.

Three minutes pass. Lucas has stepped back from the table, watching like a hawk. A bit more composed, Mark picks up his pen and clipboard. He still can’t concentrate on writing. Taeyong gently probes each of your legs and ankles, even pulls your shoes and socks off to look at the underside of your feet. Finding nothing, he moves on to survey your wrists by smoothing over them, sending Yukhei an evil eye for grinding his teeth. Looks like someone doesn’t like others touching your soft spots.

Kai watches reactionless, seemingly deliberating. He’s in a different headspace, you can tell. Taemin helps Mark with ticking off boxes on the paper. Taeyong turns your jaw to either direction and slightly upwards to inspect the underside. He glides two fingers over your temples, and also asks you to open your mouth. He counts through your teeth with his digit and moves your upper lip to look at your fangs. Taemin emits a large ‚wow‘ when he does, and Yukhei growls out loud. Kai looks visibly interested, although he still seems to piece something together in his head.

„Extremely durable and angular,“ Taeyong says. „I’ve never seen this shape.”

„Me neither,“ Kai props up his palms on the edge of the table.

„Nobody in any clan I knew had fangs like that. Not even the elders. They’re so sharp… it must be inconvenient often,“ Taeyong requests a measuring tape from Mark who pulls it out of his left suit pocket.

„It is. Shreds every toothbrush,“ you mumble.

Taeyong glides his finger all across your gums above both canines, pressing on the root of each tooth. It seems to get a nerve inside your jaw going, and again your breath becomes shallow. He measures, dictates the unintelligble results to Mark. For some reason, you find whatever he’s doing strangely pleasant. Meanwhile, Lucas has been prowling around the table with a heavy gait. You adapt Taeyong’s method of sending him eye daggers.

„Can you put your story-telling on halt? This isn’t some vampire underground bar at Friday 12 PM,“ Yukhei grunts back at you and Taeyong. „Just say whatever the fuck this means. Shouldn’t you search for the birth mark?“

„Can’t quite tell now,“ Taeyong, sounding rather absent-minded, goes on counting through your teeth each. He’s feeling about like it’s a box of jewelry. 

Beside being an obvious difference to what your mostly human high school mates sported — if you could call them that, high school makes everyone inhumane — you never thought your fangs were anything out of the norm. There weren’t many people you could compare them to in your small home town in the first place. You only saw vampires on late night TV at best.

There’s a strange tingle that spreads across your body now. It’s unusual having someone so comfortable with your teeth.

Your first and last boyfriend headed right for the door when it came to kissing. As if stung by a hornet almost, a complete change of mind. Meeting you at a festival he thought the idea of dating a vampire was „pretty sexy!“. He paraded you around at his birthday party two weeks later, you thinking he was actually proud of you rather than only himself.

You later realized that he just wanted to appear like the bravest guy in the world. To gather his guy friends complimenting him on the ‚spicy catch you got there!“. And maybe, you suspected, also making the female guests compete for him with some one-upmanship towards you. If he needed you to attach any value to himself, what value did he have himself to begin with? It still feels like a bad decision because you said yes to someone like him.

He liked the exterior, but doing the actual dating with all that it entails he had seemingly underestimated. It’s not like you expected him to use any tongue or try a blowjob. Why would you?  Doing that would always be a stupid idea for both. Did he think you would purposely hurt him? Or did he just leech off everything he could get until he had to be responsible and deal with limits? Crazy vamp is what he last called you, and you never heard from him again. No texts, nothing. Does your pussy have monster teeth, too? Just go back to your cave or wherever you came from.

„If you forgive me saying so. They really are pretty,“ Taemin chimes in, then urging Mark to note something down. You take a moment to realize he means your teeth. Mark seems to have a lot of trouble snapping out of his daze at first himself, but begins to immerse himself in sketching and documenting after a while, ruffling his hair like a mad scientist. Lucas regularly gazes over his shoulder and you can tell he’s one grumpy wolf.

„We can show you how to keep them in shape and do a proper bite on someone who agrees on it. But you probably even tried something along the lines, right,“ Taeyong says, and Kai nods, probably wanting to say the same. It seems to be nothing out of the ordinary going by their expressions. But the question makes you more nervous than you actually want to.

„Honestly, I… didn’t bite anyone so far,“ you shake your head, unable to meet the eyes of anyone at the table. You hate the feeling of shame that kicks in almost by itself.

„Come on folks, that’s the first thing you smell about her,“ Yukhei boldly announces from his wandering spot around the dumbbells. 

Way to go. You realize how comments like that are exactly why you’re so nervous. He’s already acting holier-than-thou again.

„I only ordered cheap blood online,“ you try to muster a shrug. Acting indifferent is at least helping you to say literally anything. „All legal but artificial.“

And disgusting, but that’s another story.

„Not hard to tell either,“ Yukhei laughs out. „Takes a blood virgin to down a whole liter of the real deal in five minutes. You were staring at that cup like you’ve gone mad. The difference to cheap blood is quite intense, isn’t it? Wanna see your face if you get a willing neck for the first time. Priceless.“

Something coils up inside of you. Eye daggers aren’t enough at this point, are they.

„Don’t get rude, you dog… Do you like spying on others or what?“

„Come on, come,“ Taemin steps in, ushers Yukhei towards the steel chair.  He leans in, speaking in a low tone to the president. „Little more tact and privacy with a novice. Your dad would thoroughly enjoy this.“

„Would enjoy what?“

„Us creating discord in the club without him having to do crook a single hoof.“

You’re starting to think that ‚Vice President‘ means nothing but ‚group counsellor‘. Fine by you, but Yukhei has been rubbing you the wrong way from the very start. That he tried to attack Taeyong and called him names isn’t something you’ll just ignore. You’re growing increasingly more tense. That there doesn’t appear to be a way to take matters into your own hands is even more frustrating. 

„I think… there’s a reason you’ve been living a more isolated life than most vampires,“ Kai interrupts your thought as well as the ongoing banter, trying to strike a more rational tone. He returned from his thought process, ruffling the long hair at the nape of his neck.

„Okay—?“

„See. Most half-breeds with the same father will find each other. Almost automatically. Look at Taeyong and Lucas. And all vampires will get picked up by clans, their scouts. But in your case… I think you have been purposely avoided. By both clans and demons.“

„What does that mean now?“

„My theory is, I… I suspect. Your father,“ Mark looks up from his clipboard, „is someone who hasn’t exactly been Satan’s ally.“

„My dad is — some kind of, Lucifer’s enemy?“

„Maybe. It’s likely. So, the clans would use to trust your father lot.“

„Does that make any sense?“ you frown at Mark, who hastily continues. You still don’t get why that has something to do with how you grew up completely uninvolved in clan affairs.

„His affinity for vampires was much higher on top of that, unlike Satan.“

„Get to the point!“ Lucas taps his feet on the concrete.

„I, I think that’s why you were born,” Mark carries on, pushing up his glasses. “He got together with a vampire. But he has been mingling with a lot of arch angels as of recently as well. Your father, I mean.“

„Okay? But how would you know?“

„The reasoning is this,“ Mark reads from the clipboard. It seems like he has been working on some kind of theory. „The clans don’t like the archangel’s power nor their politics. And the angels don’t really like us as a club either. Simply because we’re half-demons and have offsprings of Satan among us. I know that’s, that’s really complicated, so—“

Whoever Mark means in all of this word spill, your father is evidently a huge trainwreck already. Who’s against who now? It’s all so hard to understand.

„That all doesn’t sound very good,“ you grumble. „Are you sure your theory holds true, Mark?“

„It all sounds like he’s pulling that out of thin air,“ Lucas says. „Angels and whatnot. That’s some random bullshit.“

The conscierge looks rather overwhelmed with your question and can’t quite get a word out at first. Taemin encourages him with with a little supportive eyebrow raise.

„What I know is. By the signs your… body has. We have to keep you safe here and build your strengths at all cost. Because something’s going on,“ Mark eventually continues, earning strong approval from Kai.

Then, Mark addresses the president, much more fragile in his voice, but still secure in his judgement. „Lucas. If we give her the serum, Satan could someday get her if he musters up the courage and the helpers. Which I think he will. That won’t end well in any scenario. The club is in danger. Do you understand? Putting her out there is a bad idea and she doesn’t want it either. She wants to be a member and that’s instinctively the right thing at this point. Baekhyun happened to spot her now out of all times with good reason, I think.“

Lucas seems to ponder back and forth now. He props down on the steel chair with crossed legs, palms in the back of his neck. He looks genuinely concerned for the first time. You find yourself starting to nod along to Mark in the meantime. You like when he speaks like this. 

„Thank God you’re here then, Y/N,“ Taeyong says. „It’s important you get to know more about yourself. It creates a lot of chaos otherwise. For you the very most, unfortunately. We have to admit that joining the club probably makes it worse. But we can’t know what would have happened if you never found your way here.“

„Yeah, I guess.“

„Your heritage is probably much more… controversial I would say. I hope you don’t take this to heart too much,” he continues. “We’ll still have to find out more. But it’s something else we’re not accustomed to so excuse any crudities.“

You can imagine. If your dad is yet another person having beef with Satan, and there’s even people from heaven involved, things are bound to get icky.

„So, where is my birth mark, then?“, you exhale, voice growing with an acute panic. „Do you know my father’s name or not now? 

“Um...“ Mark stares at his own feet.

“Is all of this a fraud? And what can be more controversial than having Lucifer as your dad?“

Taeyong and Mark are looking at each other far too awkwardly not for you to notice. Kai crosses his arms and sighs out.

„Come on, you two are suspecting something. Tell us.“

All attention is now on Taeyong and Mark who are a puddle of sweating embarrassment.

„We have to… Well…“

You feel like a patient about to receive the most embarrassing surgery. Yukhei roams around the table murmuring and fuming.

„What is it now? What are you avoiding?“

„…pull up the shirt to see the birth symbol,“ Mark spouts in one go. „It’s located in the middle of the chest.“

So here’s the reason for all that tiptoeing and stuttering.

„And I thought you’d need my period blood to paint an ancestry sigil or something,“ you roll your eyes right at Mark who looks like he’s sinking into the ground right before you.

„That’s actually what we wanted to do next,“ Yukhei licks his fangs. 

Taeyong, as if lightning struck him, immediately kicks him in the back of the knees. Everyone turns their heads. Judging by Yukhei’s awkward, reaching step forward and no signs of retaliation, Taeyong has some serious leg strength going despite being so lithe. You never thought you’d see his butlery composure begin to crumble either.

„Stop making weird jokes. You’re a dog just like she said.“

Taeyong’s tone is so cutting, Mark breathes out as if he was the one getting kicked.

„Technically not wrong.“

„You got what I wanted to say, Lucas.“

„Can’t hear you mumbling through your stupid old fangs, brother. I’m fucking proud of being a dog.“

Yukhei does an even more obnoxious werewolf-brand wink that makes even Kai cringe a little. Taemin looks like he’s slowly dying on the inside. 

While they’re all continuing to throw out retorts, you cut the debate short by pulling up your tank top. Must be the courage from getting your teeth praised.

Today’s braless day, but anyways.

Mark immediately starts crouching again, and Kai’s mouth drops wide open. Taeyong collapses right on the floor. Taemin buries his face in his hands.

„It… It is as dramatic as Kai said!“

„What is it now? Can’t you guys handle some breasts or what.“

You look down on yourself. And— soon freeze as you see the large round marking right on your solar plexus. Red as blood and crudely outlined.

„What the fuck is that!“

You get goosebumps. The mark has never been visible before. Whatever work Kai did on your back pressing all sorts of points, it must have activated not only your wings, but also this particular spotting. It appears to be shaped like a medal emblem, depicting a snake and a centaur or whatever creature in bold zigzag shapes.

„The sign of King!“ Mark shudders through his tears. The temperature in the room seems to drop, and the scent of jasmine smells like rotten coal. The sign glows red and large on your chest, and not even Yukhei is looking at your breasts now.

„We’re so fucked, man!“ Kai pulls at his hair. „What are we gonna do!“

„Wait! Wait, what is this!“ you pull at Mark’s suit, urging him to speak on. He can’t properly gather himself the very least.

“I can’t say—”

“Tell me, Mark! What is this sign!“

„Be, Before Lucifer… became the prince of the underworld. It was like this.“

„Like what?“

„There was a King who ruled the 9th circle of hell. For over a million years.“

„Who is that guy? He’s my dad?“

„Yes. He never left. That was, until Satan overthrew him after being cast from heaven. The King purposely decided not to come back and expand his influence elsewhere. He’s now a free-walking spawn of hell. The guy who’s technically… actually the boss. Satan is just tolerated but The King has the actual powers. You can guess… look at how large the mark is.“

„I am the King’s daughter?“

„You are,“ Mark contines. „The daughter of King Belial.“

He can hardly pronounce the name without everybody flinching.

„He’s the original guy in charge,“ Taemin bends to help pick up Taeyong, who’s breaking out in a cold sweat. Whatever is glowing on your chest, it’s something out of the Club’s league and that thought alone drives an equal sweat on your face. Belial, you’ve only heard that name sparsely, somewhere, and you knew hell had kings, but you didn’t know it was a very real tale.

„Satan was expelled from heaven for his pride,“ Kai picks up Mark’s point, but his voice is just as shaky. „So he took on hell and drove out your father after a decade-long war. And, plenty of tricks, dark magic. The King first settled in a radical vampire clan who thought he’d be the ultimate weapon to get back at Satan. And Belial thought he’d had an army now, too. But the arch angels also took interest in the King for that same reason. They wanted to fight Satan, too.“

„Didn’t Mark mention the angels earlier? What’s going on with them?“

„They don’t like vampires, so they lured the King away from the clan to only collaborate only with them.“

„So there’s a triangle going on!“

„Belial hasn’t really retaliated or done anything since then, but we’re thinking that he’s plotting something big together with God,“ Kai continues. „Against anything demonic that they set their eyes on. Not just Satan.“

Your head is spinning. Now God’s involved in this shitshow, too. It just gets worse with every new thing you find out.

„The foe of my enemy is my friend. That type of idiot logic,“ Yukhei says. „And Belial was stupid enough to fuck a trash vampire in the process. And you… are the result that we have to deal with now.“

„As if I can help it! You shut your mouth!“ you jerk up to lash out at Yukhei, but Kai steps in between you. He’s as fast as he is strong, and an impenetrable wall you can run up against all you want. And Kai isn’t foolish, either. He grabs you by the shoulders with extended arms to keep your fangs as far away from him as possible. All Yukhei has to do is step back.

„Stupid— because that got your mom killed,“ Kai says, teeth gritted, but sounding much more sensible than his stance suggests. „You gotta understand. Satan wants to eradicate or silence anyone associated with Belial. To avoid a revenge and losing his position!“

„Then you’re right that he’s a prick…“

„My damn words,“ Yukhei shrugs behind Kai, adjusts his tie. „Now put your tits back and sign Mark’s form, you’re part of Club Daemon without further notice anyways.“

„Wha—“

„Now listen closely madam,“ Yukhei burges past Kai to build himself up above you.

„I’m not gonna say this a second time,“ he throws the blazer at you, and you awkwardly catch it. Kai steps out of the way to let Yukhei step even closer to you. The grit in his eyes is too commanding, untouchable. Mark backs off against a wall, and even Taemin gives up on stopping Lucas. Only Taeyong lingers close behind the president, surveying his every move.

„Since Satan is an illegal worm on the throne and the King prefers to sip ambrosia with God, you happen to be the only legitimate heir. The literal, official ruler of hell. And as we saw, giving you the serum would cause even more trouble. You might even get used against us or yourself. You get me? We have enough trouble and craziness with all this! Do you understand that? From now on: You’re doing exactly as I say.“

„Why are you the one to declare all that now? Yu—“

„No objections. Training starts today.“

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„Your wings are so nice,“ Baekhyun smiles, turning twice in his bath tub. The water gently rises, bringing some foam to the corners. If you squint a bit, it actually sparkles. You’re feeling laid-back with the scent of fragrance sticks and candles lingering in the bathroom now. Tangerine, a bit of lemon. A pocket-sized music box strums away on the sink. The melody is foreign to you, but it feels nostalgic and welcoming. There are almost a dozen shell-shaped metal soap holders all around and pointy quartz clusters frame the two mirrors on either side of the room, creating an endless loop of reflections. Yours excluded, which always seems to amuse Ten even if he’s already used to it from Taeyong by now.

A snugly dim lightbulb screwed into a large pink lamp shade right above you spreads some warmth, as does a fluffy carpet underneath you. The vapors of the room become visible as little ascending particles in the light and you wonder how hot the bath water must be. Unlike the chairs in the main hall, the one you currently sit down on cross-legged is meant for comfort solely. A pink and poufy 50s relic, put there specifically for you since it’s Friday.

„Ah…Baekhyun. I forgot you see them for the first time,“ you settle, while he turns again. You find yourself laughing at how cutely Baekhyun spins. That this is the way mermen express their excitement and adoration you learned only last week.

„And, your fangs have grown so big!“ His cheeks are bright and giddy, and his tail glistens from all the soap he tossed around in the water for almost half an hour now.

„I’m on my 50th day of training now.“

„Ooh, that’s so impressive! You’re doing great for sure!“

„I don’t know if I do. But there are some results at least. Kai made me fight Yukhei with bare hands and they came out,“ you wriggle your either wing, and make their tops touch the ceiling. Ever so slightly, you don’t want to break anything around here. Baekhyun’s little bathroom paradise is too carefully assembled to pull any stunts in here, and it’s your Friday night safe haven for long talks and even watching movies on Mark’s tablet. Now, it doesn’t take a lot of stretching to do so in the first place. At this point, wearing your wings out this way is starting to feel natural, even if the way that they shift your balance is still new. They are red-white and stringy, feathery, and spotted just like Kai had predicted.

„He was in his full form, right? You’re really brave you did this.“

„It’s a strange thing sometimes. It’s like I followed an impulse.“ you say, shrugging a little. „I guess — Blame it on instincts.“

You really hoped he would buy that dodge, but it’s a futile try.

„Hey, I mean it. I’m proud of you. Really.“

You push a few hair strands out of your eyes. He’s not going to let you off the hook until you admit it, or maybe it’s only you so fearing to say that, and making it so awkward that he notices.

You don’t want to bare yourself but also don’t want to leave him in the dark about how much his words have been building you up over the last few weeks. It’s almost been two months since you first saw Baekhyun on Mark’s video call, discussing where to relocate the club chronicles after a shelf randomly collapsed. Even a fraction of him on screen made you hold your breath.

Maybe it’s because a whole lot of your ancestors were — although surely snobby and even aristocratic — so bite-first-talk-later and rather reserved folk staying in the shadows that accepting or never doubting flattery is hard for a vampire of your generation. And maybe it’s time you muster up something else than either extreme end of that aristocracy or that terrible shyness.

„Thanks for your compliment,“ you stare at the tips of your fingers that clamp around your knees. „Matters a lot, okay.“

Baekhyun props up his head on the edge of the tub in response and looks at you all blushed. He’s playing with the blue crystal penchant around his neck, and his light purple hair falls into his face in wet little waves until he shakes it. The strands are so thin and plush, they prop up all dry again so fast, as if by magic (which it likely is). His cheeks are so glowing when they’re rosy, you notice every time you see him, but today even more so. To the point where, and you feel it in your gut, your confidence becomes so shaky all over again.

„But don’t praise me too much,“ you say. „It’s only doing what I’m supposed to do and what I’m made up of, I think. It wasn’t that hard.“

„Not as hard as defense against crosses and garlic, isn’t it?“

„Damn right, that was something ese,“ you nod. „But there are much bigger problems.“

„Is there something that preoccupies you as of lately?“

Baekhyun blinks a few times with a falling smile, and you contract in your chair.

„I feel like… It’s so hard to say.“

„I won’t hold anything against you, okay. I just hate seeing you preoccupied night til dawn. That’s not right.“

„It’s…Yukhei is treating me like some kind of tool. Just fostering me because that means a hybrid demon sits on the throne of hell. It feels too much sometimes. Like I have to dance to the beat of his track all the time, you know.“

„I’m sorry. Lucas can be really zealous. I hope he’s not demanding too much from you.“

„Or… training me like a machine. I’m really not a dog’s toy. I don’t think that’s what made my join all this. I don’t have as many problems with my heritage as with the way he takes so much control. It’s… one-sided. And I feel like I should be above that already and just do my thing anyway.“

Baekhyun’s expression sinks even more now, but there’s also something single-minded in it.

„As long as you truly wish to take that position in the 9th circle, you can do as you please,“ he says. „Look at how strong you are. I don’t even have to tell you that. As I know him, Yukhei wants to protect his kind. Including you, that’s why he trains you so hard and wants you to have influence. I know it’s an ironic thing. That you have to be his subordinate now to be his superior in the future. He sees himself as a founding father, so he coaches us. His strict ways are not for everybody.“

„I guess,“ you shrug. It doesn’t sound illogical to you. Having a half-breed in charge of hell would raise the status and safety of Club Daemon immensely, and Yukhei does behave like the club is his child. „I just don’t like it when he uses his position too much without caring about how I want to go about it. I know I’m new to this, but I still have preferences. And the training is for my sake, he’s the one who emphasizes that the most but it feels like it only serves him. Telling him that is like, like— talking against a fucking wall, I don’t know.“

„That doesn’t sound good. I think that you inspired a lot of respect in him. Lucas is afraid of many things.“

„I feel that.“

All too often. When he trains you. At dinner. During any hand-to-hand practice. And especially: On Fridays, where he is tense all day.

„That the pack order is so wired into him doesn’t help. There’s always only superior or subordinate to him, he doesn’t know anything else. The social order of vampires is less defined than that.“

The roles, the hierarchies. You often find Mark talking about it.

„I try to understand it but our ways are so different. I don’t know what it is. Yukhei should know that vampires aren’t responsive to this alpha thing the very best. And I don’t think anyone in Belial’s family for that matter.“

You’ve seriously been wondering how Lucas was donning his big bad wolf attitude. That he was intimidated behind all that jazz would come as no surprise to you. But this type of explanation would be too… simple. Too easy, for all those intricacies, the weirdness of his behavior.

„If you look at it from what he does rather than what he says. He spends a lot of time developing your skills and puts all of his energy into the project,“ Baekhyun’s gaze drops from yours now. „To be honest… I’m jealous of him.“

Now that makes you swallow hard. It implies way too much for you to process right now.

„I don’t, I don’t think he likes me,“ you vehemently shake your head. „Or at least not in a way that feels good to me. And that’s what counts. He’s making me grapple with hell hound holograms and box with Kai until dawn under his supervision. I’d rather be here and discuss with you. It’s really valuable.“

„Ah… thank you.“

Now that you’re on a roll, saying it is easier.

„I’m really glad you were the one who scouted me. I really wish I could be here more often. And, you put a lot of effort into this. You think it’s just talking but it’s important for me.“

The last part you say with a much more subdued tone, but it doesn’t lose its meaning to Baekhyun. That he looks flustered is an understatement. He wriggles his shiny tail and it actually changes its color to light pink, matching his flush.

„You know, it was more of a coincidence. I was counting shells at the beach, I saw you coming out of a pharmacy at the quay. I haven’t told you that, have I?“

Back in May. A very breezy, sunny late afternoon.

„Taemin said something along those lines, but not in detail, no.“

„You had these huge sunglasses on. And so much sun screen. And a big hat. You came out with six packs of iron supplements and cranberry juice in a transparent plastic bag. I couldn’t quite believe it.“

„You really saw it that clearly?“

„Merman eyes can see even in murky water. Kai has trained me to read people at any distance on land.“

„And how did you see that I’m part demon?“

„You had a crop top on.“

What?

„I mean. Come on. That half-vampires like crop tops is clear to me. Taeyong is wearing them all the time. But don’t other people do that as well? Isnt’t that a little—“

Baekhyun starts giggling.

„The sun was hitting your back while you were opening the lock of your bicycle. I could see the wings folded underneath your skin.“

„Oh man,“ you puff out, reclining in your seat. And you thought he was going for a reach. „Okay, I get it. I hope nobody else saw that.“

„It can easily look like some kind of tattoo,“ Baekhyun shrugs. „At least someone who has no idea about demons wouldn’t have realized anything. And it was only visible for a split second since you weren’t standing upright.“

„Okay… that’s good I guess? Just me walking around in a crop top at the bay. Nothing suspicious going on.“

You’re ready to chastize yourself for being so careless, but then again. Arguably, you don’t have eyes on the back of your head. And on top of that, it took someone as trained as Baekhyun to discover your sleeping wings showing in a matter of one blink or two.

„It’s likely that your wings only started growing this very year. I really need you to realize. This didn’t happen in twenty years. I was never as fascinated in my entire life, I—“

And by saying that, Baekhyun’s pupils become heart-shaped, and pretty much everything else about him turns bright red. The hair, the tail, the lips.

Oh.

Looks like you’re starting to understand why Baekhyun didn’t just casually mention you to Yukhei to send out an invitation, bar half-breeds being a rare occurance and highly sought for by the club.

„I called Taemin with my shell phone right away so he could inform the club,“ Baekhyun stutters on. „I’m sorry we’ve been observing you that way. Many half-breeds don’t know that they are.“

„You didn’t do it to hurt me,“ you shake your head, gather yourself, and take Baekhyun’s hands in yours. They’re so pretty and slippery. „You don’t have to apologize. It’s been a lucky coincidence.“

He saw you in the right moment and it decided everything.

„I’d not be here without you, that was very needed,“ you add. „Lost and found, you know. I gotta be the one to say thank you.“

Baekhyun firmly squeezes your hands and looks you deeply in the eyes, even more so than before.

„We’re the ones who have to say that,“ he says. „We didn’t have many good prospects before you. Maybe we can have a better chance being half-breeds in the future. Don’t think of yourself as Yukhei’s chess piece. That takes away all your importance. I think he’s trying to tell you that, too.“

„Maybe. But just know that if he’s so invested in me the way you say, I couldn’t reciprocate it.“

You look down, retreat your hands. Baekhyun reaches out of the tub to cup your chin upward very gently.

„This whole werewolf-vampire feud thing,“ he starts in a low tone. „You don’t have to buy into it. It’s not good for our club’s unity.“

You cast down your eyes. „I know.“

„If we fall apart, that makes us very vulnerable to the outside. It’s important that you stick together, and… he really likes you.“

„Baekhyun—“

„You have an easier time with Kai, right. If you approach Yukhei the same way, that… could be beneficial to your bonding.“

„Bonding?“

You don’t like where this is going. All of your alarm bells are going off right now. There’s cold sweat starting to stick to your shirt at the back of your spine.

„It’s kind of an unspoken codex,“ Baekhyun sounds much more understated now, his eyes become droopy. „If there is a female half-demon with claims to the 9th circle, a mate from the guild may accompany her. But it has to be someone from the upper rank.“

„What!“

„Yukhei is the highest in our hierarchy... He might become your consort. He said to me he’d be ready to do it.“

„Yukhei as my mate? How do I know nothing about that!“

The shock in your voice makes Baekhyun rolls up in the bathtub and his tail turns into a lifeless green. You’ve never seen him so small.

„Because… because he can’t say he likes you.“

„I beg your pardon?“

„It’s all bound to happen because of his status, and yours, and— As I said, it’s an unspoken law. It doesn’t really matter if he confesses or not.“

„Are you kidding me now?“ you jump off your chair. Your wings knock over a ceramic vase in the bathroom cupboard right above the sink. It comes down splintering. „Why on earth does Yukhei push me around like some political… genetics… preservation tool!“

„It, it is not the intention—“

„I don’t want to mate with Yukhei! Not because he’s the president, not because I need some fitting husband apparently, not because he spends a lot of time with me, not because of his money or because he cares a lot about preserving half-breeds, and especially not just because he likes me.“

„You— You don’t?“

Baekhyun’s eyes are wider than when Mark first saw your spotted wings, well-knowing he was dealing with a more delicate subject of the chronicles. But this was something that would turn the annals of the club upside down entirely.

„We’re not compatible. Not in the least,“ you frown. „Did you assume I did?“

„Of, of course! I mean in your position, who else would come to your mind? It’s such a given from both of your sides, I didn’t… even think about it. Please, I didn’t want to offend you!“

You settle on your chair again, fold in your wings. Cross your legs, lean back. An overbearing feeling of depletion makes your whole body ache.

„You know. That’s the thing with tradition. Nobody thinks about what they actually want. They just follow a program to satisfy some stupid custom. To soothe their ego, their morals, I don’t know what. But that leads them in the opposite of being satisfied. Because it’s against their real wishes. Doing away with quite a few traditions without causing much damage would be entirely possible, wouldn’t it.“

„I think traditions do serve someone,“ Baekhyun shrugs. „Many people.“

„In this case, only one person. Hint: tall lycan man who wants to fuck me. And take me as a wife which I didn’t even know until now. And how would I if he’s yelling at me about putting away my tits as if I’m some chunk of trash.“

Baekhyun stutters, decoiling not one inch from his position.

„Didn’t he do that in front of others?“

„Yeah, but why are you asking?“

You can’t help but put some sharpness into that reply. All that mating monkey business is reeking of bullshit.

„Lycans are, well you know it. Really possessive. He wants you for himself, he… he’s affected by your body. Everyone can see that. So, everyone automatically thought he’d just, sooner or later make a move on you, you know. You’ll be exclusive to him.“

„You really think that Yukhei is territorial over my fucking tits.“

„On the outside he was acting grumpy that it was a half-vampire coming to us out of all races. But he sent out Taemin with the club invitation letter in a matter of a day. The fastest he ever wanted to get someone to join was when I scouted Ten as our chauffeur. Ten had all the qualifications and he’s half-harpy, they get on with lycans very well, but Yukhei was deliberating for two weeks.“

You shake your head.

„He sent it out because the club direly needs extra manpower, a new element, whatever, that’s why. He literally said so.“

„Yukhei ordered to send out the invitation only when I told him that you’re a good-looking… woman.“

You’re gasping for air. Can this get any worse? This has got to be a bad joke. It sounds like Yukhei literally wants to own you.

„Is he— that desperate?“

„He’d not mate with any full-lycan or half-human half-lycan, or humans altogether,“ Baekhyun shakes his head. „And how could he, he’s the president and protector of the only demon half-breeds club there is. Anything else would be out of character.“

„So me being in need of a mate because of all this heir thing… serves him well and he’s already planned all of it and treats it as a given in the club. All behind my back.“

You could rip out all your hair at this point. You curse him. This dirty, sneaky, cunning wolf guy.

„From his perspective, it makes sense. Nobody else in his shoes would do it differently. He didn’t mate at all yet. We respect that he will take that only chance because he has the last say, you saw that. If a lycan runs a club, we go by lycan ways.“

All you can do is plant your face on the edge of the bath tub and puff out a deflated noise.

„So I’m the only fuckmeat in sight. To get rid off his virginity.“

Oh God, no. This has got to be a terrible dream, even the club’s chronicles pre-1689 aren’t as tragic.

„Yukhei’s instincts are going crazy since he reached maturity. Kai already mated earlier in his life and takes Beta status. I guess that’s why you get along a little better. But with Yukhei… he’s so depraved, he’s even ready to mate with a half-vampire.“

„I saw how hostile he can get with Taeyong…“

It still pains you. That Yukhei would go at him with full fangs and claws even if Taeyong is so severely marred was a punch in the gut. You don’t doubt Taeyong’s strength, and you saw he was ready to defend himself properly and resolutely. But it showed a lot of true colors and you thought about it for many nights.

„Exactly. That he said he’d be your consort tells you how much he needs somebody. He’s even ready to bury the rivalry and also contests anybody of your race. Taeyong is competition to him.“

„Jealous possessive alpha looking for a trophy,“ you bury your face deeper in the enamel of the tub edge. „Baekhyun. I fucking swear. You’re giving me even more reasons not to get with him. He’s even dragging Taeyong into all of this.“ Taeyong, who made you feel so at home and comfortable with being half-vampire. Who was very open with you and had exactly the integrity and dedication and utter class a club member needed to have. A confident, quiet strength and rolemodelship that you could always look up to.

„So talk about unity,“ you grit on. „And I’m only tolerated to Yukhei. If I’d be a guy, he would’ve sent me an invitation after like 5 years, wouldn’t he? Yukhei cares a lot less about halfbreeds than he pretends. How would I get with this guy if he’s such a mess. Never ever.“  

„You actually wouldn’t?“

„Come on! If that’s not clear at this point. No degree of Yukhei wanting me means I want him. Man, what the—! He’s planning my life as if it’s his factory. He’s making chaos out of everything.“

Hell, Yukhei must be more than insecure if he reached that level of entitlement. And you only get to hear it from Baekhyun? He’s not just insecure, but also a coward. Just how much he’s living in his own bubble is hard to fathom.

„But, it’d be an honor for you to be with the president. Is there a reason you don’t like him back?“

„Baekhyun. I don’t give a fuck about his arranged marriage thing. He has no respect. I want someone else.“

„I mean, I… You’re free to choose from the assembly. You’re the Queen of Hell. You can do whatever you want.“

„Apparently not.“

You cock not one, but two brows right at him. Baekhyun seems entirely confused. It’s so strange to you how he doesn’t seem to catch on in the very least. Yukhei really must have threatened the other club members. Nor does he seem to take your role seriously in the very least.

„Is there someone you want to mate with, then?“

„First time someone ever asked.“

You straighten your posture and tap your fingers on your knees. Admittedly, you’ve probably picked that one up from Kai.

„The guild accepts any of your wishes. It’s just a recommendation or a tradition that—“

„Yeah yeah. A dumbass expectation. Disguised as some… guideline. And everyone’s parroting it just because Yukhei is the boss. I don’t like that, okay. I’m not on board with his personal agenda. Because it’s shitty. Full stop. I’ll shove his bonding schtick up his ass until it comes out of his ears.“

„Ah, I, I see. I get it now.“

„Understand, Baekhyun. Rules have to be adapted to the benefit of those they concern. Are we agreeing on that?“

„That’s only logical!“

„So you get that I have someone in mind that I want to have a consort. That person is not Lucas. You see that the benefit would apply here, that, you know, I mate with that other person instead.“

„Sure! Do you need any help with selecting somebody? Wouldn’t Kai be a perfect match? You’re both so strong! Or Taeyong. You have great chemistry! Mark is very impressed by you, too! Haven’t you seen how shy he is?“

You want to sink into the ground on the spot. It just goes on and on. Man, you need a 500-year coffin nap with extra dust and spider webs and no garlic in the radius of ten kilometers.

„Baekhyun, you, you are… God damn…“

You can’t say it. You can’t.

„Always glad to help,“ a bright smile lights up his face once again. His tail turns back to a very familiar turquoise.

And just when he decoils himself to his full size—

It happens.

„Ah! What was that!“

Baekhyun begins to jerk up and winds. You panic. The surface of the bath water colors with red almost right away. He grabs his tail in pain. You dive either hand into the tub to pull up his tail.

„It’s a splinter! It fell inside the tub!“

„From the vase?!“

„Yes, it’s, it’s…“

„Are you okay Y/N? You look different!“

He seems more shocked about that than the fact that he just got pierced.

„It’s…stuck here. I’ll pull this— out and… and. Very carefully, and…“

Your hands work on their own. There’s nothing in your mind that has to direct them. The piece of ceramic is easy to remove from his scales, nor is the cut too severe at all. It’s not even two fingers long. But he’s bleeding. He’s bleeding. It’s unbearable. You mindlessly cast the splinter into the sink and look at your hands, and the water, and his tail.

„Are you really okay? It really doesn’t hurt a lot!“

„Baekhyun,“ you slide forward from your seat and linger at the edge of the tub, facing him. „I can’t take this shit anymore. Please.“

„Oh my god. Your eyes are going red! Should I call for Taeyong? You’re looking really sick!“

„Don’t you understand. How, how are you not seeing it,“ you clutch at the bath curtain, dizzied, and it’s like you’re seeing double. Baekhyun tries to keep you upright in his arms that wrap tightly around you. But your head has lost all its stability, tipping way forward. You’re face-to-face, forehead-to-forehead with him now, a frantic, salivating mess. Your lips feel so swollen and pulsing, it’s hard to keep them pressed together at all.

„I’m… I’m not sick. I’m not. Hush— Listen to me now, Baekhyun. I don’t want anyone else’s blood. You’re the one I wanna mate with. I want yours. And not just a little bit of it.“

Open mouths. You gape at him, he stares right back. You’re already expecting him to call for Kai to drag you into the serum room. So much about Club Daemon.

To your surprise, he doesn’t. Instead, he begins to blink like he just heard the most incredulous news, pulling away from the embrace. He looks at you in earnesty.

„Why didn’t you just say that right away?“

Baekhyun turns the brightest shade of pink all over yet. „I never thought you’d like me back this way.“

„Really?“

„Of course…“

„God,“ you laugh, „oh God.“

„And who said you can’t drink all you want from me? That’s literally what I was gonna offer—“

You are already shoulder deep leaning into the water with your arms grabbing hold of his tail. Some of the water even gets into your nose and it’s terribly soapy from Baekyun’s shampoo, but saturated with enough blood to knock a tidal wave of adrenaline right through your system.

This is the freshest and warmest you’ve ever had it. It’s feeling like a shark in the water. The lithe red clouds wavering through the tub loosely clinging to your face and lips makes you go weak in the legs. It tastes sweet like actual candy. And it’s so, so… familiar. Being surrounded by all that cherry pink water is better than a coffin nap and no garlic pizza combined. This is way too good. You can be glad your air is running out and the wound begins to close behind scales getting back into order.

„Wow! You can hold your breath for a long time,“ Baekhyun gasps when you surface.

„I didn’t,“ you cough, and take two minutes to gather yourself.  But not exactly because of that much water getting inside of you. Rather, the blood is showing its very effect already. „The wound should be fine, um,“ is all you can say, but Baekhyun only smiles in reply.

„Oh? You don’t look full in the very least.“ he swipes his hands over his wet neck and pats it. „Try it here!“

Oh please no, not the patting and the slapping. It brings all the best veins out, oh fucking no. But he continues to do just that. At this rate—

„Can’t guarantee I’m not getting really horny.“

„Huh? If you’re not I’d be worried. Didn’t you say you want to mate with me?“

„Well… yes.“

„I’m just really honored, I need a little moment.“

„You don’t have a problem with me just… vandalizing your neck?“

„Isn’t that what it’s for? It doesn’t suck itself.“

Baekhyun, with the most innocent little expression, continues just as before kneading into the sides of his neck. His long… tan, glistening piece of art neck. You probably look like a starving wet poodle preying for a bone, and then there’s him in the tub, sparkling like a water god with his beautiful cherry hair and droopy brown eyes.

With every smack on the side of his neck, your pants squarely decide to get a little more soaked. Maybe because it sounds like you’re already fucking. Maybe because his neck is bursting with everything a girl needs. It doesn’t suck itself, huh. And your canines are in best shape because you floss them twice a day just like Taeyong said. Uh oh.

„I’m so sorry I… I think I’ll tear you up.“ Why does it have to be so long and throbbing. His smell is turning your brain inside out and back again. „God Baekhyun, you’re tormenting me.“

„Hey, not fair! That’s your job,“ he’s pouting again, and probably begins to realize he’s been doing more prep than most porn stars nowadays because the kneading stops. Without much further ado, Baekhyun squarely beckons you to climb into the tub.

„Are you really ready—“

„Don’t worry, Taemin is great at cleaning the tiles. He actually loves doing that.“

„I want to make this enjoyable to you, Baekhyun, so…“

„I don’t know, you don’t have to please me or anything,“ he shakes his head. „That you like me is already overwhelming enough.“

„A bite is serious business. I still want you to enjoy it like I do.“

„If you want that. Just, just do it harder,“ Baekhyun wriggles himself up, pinker than ever. „If we’re doing it unprotected… I want this properly.“

Finished off with a shy smile. This guy is making you go times more nuts than the first raw blood you had in that chalice. You start to understand what Mark really meant by recently mentioning how Baekhyun’s parents gave him „A certain inclination“. A well nymph and Asmodeus, demon of lust, combining? That could not possibly create anything less than somebody so enticing.

„Baekhyun, always tell me if I should stop, I, I try to rein myself in, okay. You’re too delicious…“

„My veins stop swelling, just bite already,“ he sways his tail, keeps on rubbing into in throat again with his flat palm. „Just don’t worry. You’d have a hard time draining me. You saw my body just heals itself fast.“

„Yeah. Merman thing. Mark said that.“

„You can also fuck me if you want to.“

„Baekhyun, you really don’t have to offer yourself just because my body is going crazy.“

„But I’d really enjoy it. How aroused are you?“

„In all honesty… Bram Stoker novels level horny.“

„I’m not gonna leave you like that.“

And something in his tone tells you that Baekhyun has it all figured out.

As much as your wobbly legs permit it, you get into the tub more or less elegantly. You already want to apologize for mounting him that way, but Baekhyun squarely sits you down on his crotch with his hands on your waist. That his wrist and knuckle veins have gotten the word does not go unmissed by your tunnel vision. All those pulsing underarm serpentines… leading your gaze upwards, and more, and more. Up, up, until you cannot rip your gaze from his puffy little throat. Baekhyun lets out a content little hum and lifts his chin. You really get the full damn view.

„Sorry teeth, I’ll devirginize you. No more blood oranges,“ you babble to yourself, and you can tell your brain just switched off all inhibition. You never thought you’d be slurring your words about what types of emergency fleshlights you use, all in a bath tub with a merman. „About time I pop my cherry boy.“

„Exactly right,“ Baekhyun proudly huffs, and leans back. With his Adam’s apple bulging out his throat even more, you lose all trains of thought and just grab him by either side of his head. You sink your teeth in as far as the power in your jaw can drive them, and going by how his pulse is beating inside your ears, you drilled them in pretty damn hard. Oh fuck. Beginner’s mistake. A huge gush comes out to spritz against the back of your own throat, and you almost pass out from the incredibleness of the taste.

It’s too much at once. You’re hanging by a mere thread. All your body does is follow whatever its instinct dictates. Grabbing Baekhyun by his hair is all you can keep track of, shoving your teeth right up his throat again all dissipates in a blur because your entire mouth is dripping full with him. He’s moaning so loud right now, his neck vibrates along.

„Yes…!“

You don’t want to be a weakling. And, get yourself to swallow for the first time — but then. regret it right away. His blood melting down your esophagus is like a liquid marriage proposal on the Eiffel tower. You don’t know where the noise comes from, but the birds are singing. Once it’s down your stomach and pooling there, you’re already high as fuck. Grinding erraticly all over Baekhyun’s more than steel hard boner that parts upward through the scales of his crotch. He’s really giving you all the best things.

You bury your whole face in his neck. No more neatness. All you do is let your tongue loose and drag your mouth all over his face, and his chin, and his lips, and his jaw, and all of his neck. Every angle, every side, every nook and cranny until your mouth is bursting full with all of his sweet-tasting sweat and pinkish blood that has thinned out with the water dripping from his gills. If it wasn’t diluted, you’d probably forget your own name.

You melt your teeth into his pulsing skin. A vibrant image opens before your inner eye. You’re getting visions of the beach and you as seen through Baekhyun’s eyes. And then— Baekhyun from an outside perspective, swirling through the water the moment after he saw you walk at the quay for the first time. Singing so beautifully, your ears are ringing and you never want to hear anything else.

His blood is all over your lips and chest, your training print shirt. You admit you’re tempted not to ever wash that thing even if Taemin politely asks you to or Yukhei calls it crazy. You want it to be as sullied as a white shirt can possibly get. What must be your eleventh bite in a row gives you a particularly big shot right to the tongue. It’s so much, Baekhyun’s blood starts running out of your nose, only to get back onto your lips that suck up all that candy right away all over again.

Being all drenched in Baekhyun’s nicely bloodied wonder shampoo water and your own horny leaking shit at the same time, your pussy is double wet and way, way too ready to get stuffed up with all that merman dick. You never thought that he would be any larger than your thumb, but you’re mistaken.

„No wonder Yukhei has been keeping you outside the club so often.“

„You can have it as often as you want, eight times a day, I’ll manage to be there, don’t worry.“

It’s so stiff and glides into you so easily, you groan out loud and loose a whole portion of blood from all that open mouth. It sprinkles over Baekhyun’s little nose and lips, and makes his way down to his belly. The scent is turning your brain upside down. You find yourself hooked on his nose, sucking and licking it with your pussy reaching the meaty base of what’s all the way inside you now. All the precum he’s leaking into you is taking its time, but comes down to cream you up when he starts moving. Really smudgy thrusts from below, several big fat fillings from above that you can have your fun gargling on the back of your tongue. Baekhyun knows what makes you happy. You squeeze every bit your can get out of his throat and plunge your teeth inside of him far enough to feel his vocal chords vibrating during his moans. You don’t wanna damage those. So you decide to switch things around a little and slip off his cock. It’s grown a lot inside of you and peaks out the water still brimming. The whole tub gets a taste of soapy foam mixed with Baekhyuns semen and lord knows how much delicious red cherry juice that you’ve been milking out of him. Oh god, you feel like cumming. You turn Baekhyun underneath you so the back of his head comes to face you, and you bow down to violently bury and seesaw your teeth in his nape like a lion shaking a little prey animal. His little helpless moans are so melodic and out of this world, you do notice you forgot your own name. Well, he can tell you afterwards so, no problem. For now, you made him completely yours. You don’t miss how Baekhyun didn’t reach down to get himself a hand but has grown even harder.

Going by how much he’s been begging you to do your carnage on him, and you’re tempted to ask him, you know for a fact Baekhyun would probably fanboy like mad and ooze his cum all over the place if you broke his neck altogether, but you decide that’s probably way too edgy for now. And too much, hello. His body can heal anything in a matter of five minutes, doesn’t mean you have to challenge it with a clean snap during the first time. That’s a schtick for the later fucks, maybe a birthday. Just when you find that what you’re doing with his little nape all between your jaws is way too sick for a novice, a string of tiny „please, please, please!“ noises spurs you to sink in deeper and even work your tongue just like it’s a french kiss.

„Oh woah, ah! Do it, do it more!“ His pleasure screames and demands for roughing him up leave no second for a pause. At this point, you’re just digging in and he’s all the way close to going off like a bomb. Taemin doesn’t just have to clean the tiles alone, there’s gonna be sperm everywhere. Probably even as far as the door, and that one’s all opposite to the bath tub and four meters away.

Now that you’re so snugly penetrating with your fangs pierced in around his spine from either side, you notice how Baekhyun has successfully corrupted you into a sadistic freak. The more blood seeps into your mouth, the lewder your slurping gets, and the tub water has long gone from pink to very crimson like it’s the type of apples Taeyong loves to test his fangs on pretty much daily just for practice. You swallow again, and this time, a wave of Baekhyun’s sexual fantasies crashes down on you.

Looks like since you’re closer to his central nervous system, you’re tapping his entire stream of thoughts. However this works, it’s giving your pussy severe missing-cock-disease. Drinking and swallowing repeatedly makes the visions even more vivid. The images are so vast and animated, you can hardly keep up. His face, buried between your thighs. His tongue, dragged all over your legs. You riding his tail like it’s thighs. A big gush of semen between your breasts. You slobbering blood all over his cock and making good use of its protruding veins. Images of you cumming and screaming his name. Baekhyun screaming even louder because he can. Baekhyun sucking his fingers and you licking his wrists clean. Baekhyun cumming inside you and everything bursting right out because holy shit, that’s a lot.

You want his dick and properly connect to his lips for the first time now, so you ease your teeth out of his nape, much to his protesting. You cave in and give him another bite, and make it brutal so he begins squeaking and gasping that he’ll cum. Now that you have him there, you can venture a second try and turn him around. Because you’re afraid of blowing up the second you sit on his cock again, so you start with his lips.

Kissing Baekhyun is all you expected and even more than that. Even if you’re so saturated with his blood that your taste buds are on fire, you can still clearly taste how sweet he is. Everything about him is so delicious and he’s so cute. All that pleasant taste and the gentleness of his tongue has you riding up and down his cock in less than a minute. Busy like a New York high rise elevator. Gentleman he is, Baekhyun retorting with his own thrusts feels nothing short of whipped cream consistency fucked into you with a headspin-inducing mega girth. Where he mustered that one from, only Neptune knows.

Since the entire water is ripe with his blood, that can’t go without pumping some of it into you. You’ve never found yourself horny all over your period even if the scent does make you tingle, but now, somebody else’s blood squeezed into you? Your legs feel like doing somersaults. You’re probably asking for too much, but you hope your walls soak it all up, his pre-cum included. Hell, if all that mixture shoots up in your womb, you’d probably be on a permanent high for one week. Who would have thought. This giggly little merman has turned you mad and lawless.

It doesn’t take for very long that Baekhyun’s tongue has been wrecking a havoc of pleasure between your fangs and has started bleeding after deliberately giving himself a small little prick with them, you want to get bursting full with his cum now, you can’t wait any longer. You lost your breath so it takes a few seconds until you can verbalize it, but when you do, Baekhyun doesn’t take even half a minute to have you pussy bubbling with a particularly scented load of deliciously fertile semen.

It’s such a huge amount, you have to hold onto his upper arms. Baekhyun breathes like he’s curently swimming a marathon, and has his eyes closed to concentrate on giving you the best to the best. What makes you moan is just how wildly his cock is throbbing and pumping against your cervix, that girl has never seen an avalanche of white stuff like this, she’s so lucky she gets to see this up close. Baekhyun has sunken so deep into his orgasm, he’s starting to mumble some kinds of magic words. Which seem to be directed at keeping his dick hard and keeping the cum flowing just like that.

„Shit, I want that in my mouth,“ you promptly decide, and pull your all-loaded pussy off, causing leakage all over the water. You turn to prop his cock between your lips, and Baekhyun makes it no secret that he won’t hesitate sucking his creampie right out of you. So while you’re busy sliding your tongue up and down all that veiny shaft, Baekhyun glides his nose and chin between your slippery pussy lips. The stimulation of his tongue has you twitching and stuffing his cock even deeper until your mouth is nothing but filled except a few remaining spots.

His cum is all fizzy in your mouth, it’s the most addictive thing. You decide that all that vanilla ice cream needs a juicy strawberry sauce to top it off. You do exactly what Baekhyun’s steamy fantasies displayed to you. That you lock your horny fangs deep inside of Baekhyun’s cock and squeeze him out by the liter for sperm and cherry milk is already having your eye lids flutter because you’re that stoned. Not to mention that you will smell like candy to the lycans and certainly also Taeyong for at least a whole month.

You’re the farmer, he’s the maple tree, and Baekhyun’s blood the runny, sugary syrup. The mix with his semen tastes like you bite right into a large fresh lemon and melon popsicle. and swallowing comes easy once you got into the rhythm of his continuous little bursts. Your stomach is telling you oh babe, I adore you for this. It’s stuffing full a) with the one thing is needs and b) the other thing it loves. All while Baekhyun’s bloody tongue is having a party on your clit and you can’t help but heavily rock your pussy all slapping up against his face.

The friction is unbearable, it makes you sopping wet on top of already being shot up with a ton of cream. Which now faithfully drops right into Baekhyun’s awaiting mouth and his nostrils along the way. He just snorts it up, gathers it on his tongue, then swallows it down like it’s a mild cold. The noise is so disgusting, it’s so sexy. You didn’t know mermen were this hardcore. You bet your fangs Yukhei can’t do that.

Baekhyun keeps on slurping on your creampie like it’s a desert pudding, and puckers his brazen lips to suck your clit between giving it little kisses and licks. The point where you forgot not just your name but your hometown and birth day is already passed, with Baekhyun indulging your pussy like that, you even forgot about planet earth being a thing.  His petite „Aw pretty“ and „So tasty“ noises have you clenching up and wildy deepthroating whatever impossible length of his dick is still left.

It’s oozing out too much to deal with at this point, so you just let it flow into the bath water. Your mouth being so slobbery, Baekhyun’s cock pulsing in and out of it causes a wet, hollow noise. It’s strangely satisfying and dirty to hear, you just love it. The blood seeping into your mouth makes you spiral even deeper and resorting to drift off into a wonderworld again, blowing big pink cum bubbles while you’re dreaming of Baekhyun in a groom suit out of nowhere.

Swimming at the edge of a pool, he’s stroking your hair and admiring your skin that seems so completely without any veins. Cut to Baekhyun standing in the kitchen with an apron making pancakes, drizzled with what can’t possibly just normal strawberry sauce. He perfectly balances himself on his tail to stand upright, and you’re wearing a Christmas sweater signed by Christopher Lee and Bela Lugosi.

Image three, Baekhyun massaging your feet with his pretty hands while you watch Nosferatu Reloaded on television. He whispers sweet nothings but they mean everything to you. Image four, a big house with a nice water system inside, and on top of that, a really shapely coffin that smells so dusty and snugly by just looking at it, you’re enamored with no return. Oh my god, there’s a moth plague in that house, too, and the garden grows nightshade!

Swallowing the remaining semen, thick and marshmallow-y as it so savoringly is, you shift back to your senses. Shit, that was a ride. You have a hard time letting go of his cock, but he’s not sustaining it with a spell at this point. Rather, it closes back behind his scales. Probably regenerating, you sucked and performated the shit out of it. Preoccupied, Baekhyun is still busier than ever making your pussy his personal oozing face grave, he’s particularly enjoying the digging part with the tongue. You promise to unearth him once he’s zombiefied, can’t let the poor tiny merguy just drown in there.

To think that he could do all the things you saw makes you furiously thrust back and hear his face smack into you. All of the cum he pumped into you is slathered all over his mouth and makes it all the easier to get all the clit stimulation you want from his bottom lip in particular. That he catches a hang of it and moves right along doesn’t help with your arousal. Your entire lower body is so heated and bustling, any south-Texan bat cave is a joke compared to that.

You hardly catch a direct glimpse of what’s going on, but from the reflection in the tiles you can see that Baekhyun’s hair has changed its color to how it naturally grew according to Mark’s seemingly random chronicle recital on Monday. Baekhyun only ever does it when he’s really serious about something and vulnerable enough. You can tell be picked up the pace and makes sure not one lick will miss.

With that level of determination, Baekhyun is sure to earn your moans and shaky thighs after a mere minute or two. You think that because he’s part demon, his tongue is… a bit longer and pointier and stronger than the average merman’s. It’s simply how the genes tend to mix and your clit very well feels that. The way he’s driving in the tip of the tongue in rapid sequences that resemble Ten’s piano suites, you’re tipped over the edge hard enough to grab at his tail not to slip from the massive tremble that rocks you.

Your orgasm rolls your eyes back to places even ghouls could dream of, and the amount of pleasure is so strong that your hearing and vision sets out for a solid ten seconds. You just scream and moan and scream again, and Baekhyun’s face gets one massive cum shower all over again. He’s not shy to move his mouth and head around like a madman, so your cum ends up being stuck in his hair altogether. Through even more frantic sucking and kissing, he seeks to prolong your high for another fifteen seconds of blissed out grinding against his face. You drank so much blood, you

By now, your face must look so blown up with all that cum and Baekhyun marked up so relentlessly, even if his bite marks have closed by now, Kai must think you switched roles going by your scents.

„Really sorry for my big cock.“

„Your blood… does it cause random hallucinations or something of that sort, can you direct it in any way?“

„It causes prophetic visions in some cases, if you experience it clearly as an image it will come true. Did you see something?“

„Um. Lots of things. Let’s say I… liked what I saw.“

„Actually, don’t tell me. I like being surprised.“

„Doesn’t it take 50 years until the egg fertilizes?“

„47, 48 is usual. Mermen cum is really slow but it’ll get there.“

„Nice. Isn’t the firstborn always a girl?“

„Yep.“

„We’ll name her after the song that’s always on the human radio, what is it again. Janine?“

„Jolene I’m thinking. I think it was that kind of song.“

„Yeah, I like that. And in the meanwhile we have some time, do we.“

„We can just go on like that. What are you thinking?“

„Shit, shit. I’ll suck you dry, Baekhyun, you don’t even know.“

„My blood regenerates the fastest among all half-species. Shouldn’t be a problem.“

„And what will we do about Yukhei’s mating drive?“

„Don’t worry. He’ll smell it.“

You pull the bathtub plug with a heavy heart and begin washing Baekhyun down. The blood doesn’t seem to stick to him very easily, which is as unsurprising as you not getting it off your own body. Even with his whatever pricey merguy body scrub thingy thing that’s normally used to keep gills and scales in shape. Resorting to staying bloodied for the day is nothing you’ll particularly hate, though.

Ten minutes later, you find a very unsettled Yukhei standing at the window of your designated club office, not able to meet your eyes for more than a second. In that expensive black tux, and you… in your bathing robe with blood all over your hair, and just a pair of Baekhyun’s sparkling light blue and silver ‚i ♡ dolphins‘ socks he borrowed you. He can’t wear them anyway, but they were so cute that he ordered them online.

Very much naked underneath all that, and water running down your legs in drops, alongside— something that does not feel like water. You already plan to hop right back into the shower and do the rest of the cleaning. The sex is great, but vampire hygiene is a pain in the ass sometimes. The scent must be killing him. You don’t even have to sit down for the word spill to start.

„Y/N.“

„I told you I don’t like you sneaking in here.“

„After working out. And, you know my senses are always heightened after this…“

„What is it now, hellboy. Just cut to the chase.“

„Please let me talk for a minute. I came walking by in the northern corridor,“ he starts out low once again. „You talked about your wings sprouting and you were being open with him. So—“

„You listened to us!“

He keeps his lips tight, not granting any reply.

„Piece of shit, you! You’re an all-round asshole.“

The water contained in a silver jug on the office table goes right over Yukhei’s head. He doesn’t react, lets you poor it all over him stoically. You hope it’s particularly cold. Since the water is silver-infused, it stings him, but he takes it.

„I can’t switch my nose and ears off, even at such a distance. It… it just reeks, alright. I just heard what was going on without intending. The talk, the— I didn’t know what it would develop into.“

„From start to finish. Am I right?,“ you dig your nails into your palms. „And you didn’t just walk off like you fucking should. So stop blaming your ears or what topics we started out with or whatever! You talk about mating behind my back, you eavesdrop, you invade my office just like this. Do you think that’s gonna make me marry you on the spot?“

All the magical afterglow — ruined. You cast the jug into a random corner and prop down at your desk. Yukhei wipes the wet bangs out of his face and turns from the window to face you now.

„I’ll stop with all this. Okay. I don’t want to treat you like a crusade machine against my dad or just to satisfy me. I’m sorry if I’m like you said. I’m just a stupid voyeur. I really didn’t want to.“

Yeah. Of course.

„If I spied on you? You’d be kicking me out in a hearbeat,“ you cross your arms and leave them in deadlock. „And what, you’ll stop what?“

„Training you for your position and fighting dad’s army.“

„Eh.“

„I know very well that’s Kai’s job and mine.“

„No shit, Yukhei.“

„And that we should defend more and not just plan the attack. You don’t enjoy the training as much as the normal recruit. You said you’d rather be talking with Baekhyun and that you chose him as a mate.“

„You’ll change your program?“

„A lycan will respect a no. We’re determined but not a creep. And my nose works perfectly fine.“

„What?“

„I’ll be realistic, I don’t think I could satisfy you like him.“

Now that sounds very different from all he’s ever said. You turn your chair toward him and stare Yukhei down.

„I’m listening.“

„I’m not stupid, okay.“

„Inaccurate, but go on.“

„You’d… bite me once and either I bleed out if I control myself or go wolf when I don’t. That’s lose-lose.“

„So you got that all of a sudden,“ you murmur. Yukhei just keeps on talking. It’s almost a prepared monologue.

„I’m a wolf, okay. I only get it when I smell it.“

„That’s some weird shit but fair enough, Mark says that too.“

„You smell like you had almost nine liters in one go. The whole fucking mansion feels like a butchery just opened. How many times did you bite him, fifty, sixty?“

„As if I’m counting. Do you count down when you drink water? You have it easy, you’re normal when you’re not in the moonlight. I’m vampire all the time.“

„What I try to say is. I don’t boast that much regenerating ability even if I wish I had.“

„And you realize that only now.“

„I came here to be honest. I gravely underestimated Baekhyun. You bit his nape and he really enjoyed it.“

„Well thanks for the information. About my private business…“

Yukhei’s senses must be really sharp to discern all of this. He might have stood in the bathroom in person. And if he knows it, Kai does tenfold if he was anywhere near the house. His senses are time-tested and four times as trained.

„I know that doing a bite like that is a big deal in half-breed… couples.“

„You’d find that inacceptable for me to do on you, wouldn’t you.“

Silence again. You tap your feet. Yukhei ends up nodding.

„To the extrent of how you reacted when I grabbed you by the hair. We’re not much different. Trying to make someone ours. Call me possessive but you’re also territorial. You didn’t just bite his neck tonight.“

„You understand why I said we’re not compatible. then.“

Yukhei remains silent for a while after that.

„The tension between our kinds has a reason.“

„No way. Never thought of that. Totally groundbreaking news.“

„We’d probably kill each other when we fuck. Simply because of what we naturally do. We’re suited for other species. Baekhyun matches you very well with his abilities. I admit that even if it hurts my pride.“

„One man’s trash another man’s pleasure.“

„You’re not trash. You know you’re my MVP here. And Baekhyun is going to please you well himself. He’s not as selfish as I am. He’s 290 years old, he’s very experienced.“

„Your instincts are really dying for a mate, don’t they.“

„Just like you deflate to a literal zombie when you’re not drinking, I can’t go without my pack hierarchy being complete. You go stupid when you sense blood, I go stupid when my senses aren’t challenged and I have to suppress my form. It’s that easy.“

„Now tell me something I don’t know.“

You comb your fingers through your hair. It’s kind of comforting right now. Yukhei comes to sit at your desk now himself, opposite to you.

„I should have left you to your own devices when you picked your spot at the fire place already.“

„What do you mean?“

„We left you seven empty places, right.“

„So that was not a coincidence.“

„We spiked each cup with a blood probe of each member. Enough to emenate a scent, but small enough not to have you figure out which cup belongs to whom. Especially not in a room with so many people was it possible to tell that apart so it worked.“

And of course they put up flowers to further confuse you. It was all planned.

„Did you… you…“

„It was a test. I made it so that if was covert enough and fair to everyone.“

„Fair? What the hell did you do with me!“

„Find out whose blood you like the very most. It was my idea. I wanted to see if I have a chance with you or not.“

„That’s insidious.“

„You picked Baekhyun’s probe right away. And you even drank a second cup. That should’ve answered my question by that point.“

That’s why the blood in the cup was so strangely shimmery. You knew that was familiar when you slept with Baekhyun, but couldn’t connect the dots entirely because there was so much soap in the water.

„And you still kept on talking about mating with me?“

„I didn’t know about your heritage before you came to us.“

„So?“

„That gave me a second chance that I hoped you would reconsider. Because it’s tradition tha—“

You smack Yukhei right across the face with your right backhand.

„Never say that word again.“

„And you said you’re here to tell the truth anyway. It’s a shallow excuse to get with me.“

„I’m not denying that, Y/N.“

„It’s been clear to you who I like since our first words. You’re acting like you can bend me to your wishes. You tested me and knew I wasn’t into you. Why?“

„It’s like when you couldn’t take your eyes off your cup. We’re not far apart with our instincts.

„I never said that’s a lie, Yukhei.“

„You can’t expect me not to get the hots if you’re lying there on the table without your top on. And I already controlled myself. I did my best, alright.“

This man is infuriating. You wish you had more silver water to splash him with.

„Taemin was right, Taeyong should’ve done the examination. Touching me fucked with your virgin head. You’re just hunting some one-sided dream looking for some omega girl that fits into your ideology thing.“

„Well you’re right.“

„Unfortunate.“

„But at the same time at least acknowledge that I realized we wouldn’t fit together. I changed my mind about that prospect okay, I’m trying.“

„That you’d make the worst blood bank ever is already clear.“

„I really wouldn’t.“

„Just know that the next time you’re trying to own me or do your wolf stalking shit. Or try to mess with Baekhyun. I’ll be skinning your hairy back with Taeyong’s 17th-century silver dagger and use you as a mud boots doormat.“

„I’ll control my senses as good as I can.“

„Leave away the last part of the sentence.“

„I’ll control my senses.“

„Ma’am.“

„I’ll control my senses, Ma’am.“

„You’re one desperate little shit. Club president and you need to be trained like a rowdy dog. How old are you again?“

„Last time I checked, 21.“

„Not surprised Kai still calls you a puppy and Ten thinks you’re a giant baby.“

„I say, found your own club if you can’t handle it.“

„That would put it back to square one. The only problem is you being horny for the wrong person, the rest are only consequences.“

„As if I can control what my nose tells me. And you know that the very best.“

„You’re still mad your own test backfired,“ you remember the cups put up in the fireplace room.

„Is it wrong wishing you would’ve chosen my blood?“

„Yes, after I clearly made my pick.“

„Then that’s that.“

„That’s that.“

„So what are we gonna do?“

„You cut your wolfy shit, that’s all. It’s creepy. And don’t annoy Taeyong either. You got me? Just stay in your own lane.“

„If I can.“

„Are you the president or are you not?“

„Fair enough.“

Taeyong rings a bell, and you gather for some tea under the backyard Wisteria. Shrimps are served, and Taeyong even bothered to prepare a minestrone that’s wonderfully dark red. Lucas savagely chews on raw chicken wings, Ten relaxes in a hammock, Mark writes, Taemin knits, and Baekhyun plays in the nearby pool, watching and listening and chatting, upbeat as always.

Kai arrives the very last in his post-jog showering robe, but greets you the very loudest in front of everyone.

„Hey, hey! I heard you waterboarded yourself to get some soapy red juice!“

Some confusion at his word choice, some giggles.

„So that’s been making the roun—“

„Amazing! That’s my girl,“ Kai burst out and pats you on the back so passionately, it feels like a freight train hits you.

„O—okay?“

„That greed is all I ever wanted to bring out in training! Where was that determination when we peeled garlic? I tried every method in the book to get you to that point!“

Awkward silence among the members. Then, some shrugs. Mark seems to be the only one who doesn’t get it. Figures, half-goblins don’t have hyper-developed senses. Thank God, his innocent soul. The club chronicles would be filled with details of you doing all sorts of things in a bath tub because Mark never leaves out anything unless he’s currently dropping a pen out of nervousness. Which doesn’t happen anymore.

„Kai, um… I still don’t think you understand what really motivates a vampire,“ Taeyong scratches his head, with you well-aware that he can smell merman blood across the entire house without even trying himself.

„So, what is it, then?“ Kai puffs himself up, arms crossed. „I’m the fucking trainer of how many species again? I should know best!“

It doesn’t take two seconds for a heated discussion to break out. The Venerable Pyramid of Essential Vampire Needs — which author defined it the most accurately? Which peer-reviewed vampire journals are trustworthy? Which interviewed populace is the most reflective of all vampirekind? Serbia, Romania, Turkey, Russia, Greece, overseas?

Everybody wants to weigh in: Taeyong and Mark at the forefront, with Kai and Lucas saying the exact opposite of what they expertly claim just because. Ten starts trolling them with made-up facts („a vampire’s #1 need is premium cellar dust!“), Taemin unsuccessfully tries to calm everybody down with a theory that considers all perspectives, and the tea gets colder and colder.

In the meantime, you squat down at the pool and muse over Baekhyun’s hair in the wind. You twirl it and tell him he’s gorgeous. He whispers just how good you smell. Why debate about essential vampire needs when it’s all right before your eyes.

Thinking about it. It was all about which relationship was mutual. That’s what the decision had been all about, and yes, it had been crystal clear from the very start. Lucas desperately wanted you, but it was one-sided. Mark was flustered by you, but didn’t make a move, nor did you have feelings for him. Taeyong you loved, but his age and mentor status were incompatible with turning it into a relationship. You understood him, but it was motivated by an admiration — there was a pedestal, which again made it one-sided. Ten was a mystery, it wasn’t clear on either part, and leaving each other guessing was no good sign instead of going about your ways. Kai was a compelling man, but had his piece of cake and aspired to different things. Baekhyun — he loves you and you love him.

A powerful engine revvs in the nearby garage, then, the motor stops. Onto the Wisteria jogs Ten with a huge bag of groceries.

„Hello, hello!“

Everybody greets him and picks their favorite snack from his bag. He really thought of everything. Yukhei and Jongin get a huge pile of meat from the car trunk’s cooling box. As a crowning finale, Ten presents you with the latest newpaper. The front page splayed out on the Wisteria’s main table causes everyone to steer and gasp.

SHOCKING!

SATAN’S HEAVENLY RETURN

Ruling hell too stressful after all?

„Rumor has it the King finally got bored of chatting with God and kicked out Satan from the 9th circle without much further ado.“

„No way!“ you toss and turn the newspaper. Five whopping pages are filled with cover story details.

„So dear horned guy went back to where he came from,“ Ten shrugs, then points at the snapshots all over the newspaper. „I mean look at it. This is all just a big ole jealousy drama.“

Who knows God talked some sense into Lucifer.

„I know that dad was getting envious about the King associating with the arch angels,“ Yukhei says. You start to get why. Satan had the privileges of being an archangel for who knows how long until he reached puberty and rebelled or whatever.

„Doesn’t that mean dad has the throne back now?“ you ask.

„Yup,“ Ten turns to page three, where @king_beli’s instagram feed is filled with selfies of the 9th circle, posing with Sisyphus, and throwing peace signs in a sulphurous-looking throne hall. 666,000 likes after just 6 hours. If that’s not a good sign.

You keep on debating how exactly Satan got kicked out so effortlessly until Taeyong rolls in a little swirly metal wagon after the tea is finished. On top of it: An almost ancient relic that Alexander Graham Bell probably built himself.

„Sir, the Hell Telephone might be a good idea right now.“

„Your turn Y/N,“ Yukhei declines, ushering Taeyong to bring the wagon to your side of the table. You dial and wait roughly half a minute.

„Sorry, I was partying,“ a voice creaks through the old speaker. „How can I help? Isn’t this Club Daemon speaking? Is it who I think it is?“

„Hey dad.“

„It is!“

„Hello. You’ve heard about me, then.“

„Yup yup! That you’re Yukhei’s personal dog trainer is what Kai wrote me on Whatsapp! Did you really pour silver water on him? That’s funny as hell!“

„Oh God.“

„I say that a lot these days as well, man. Sorry, we have some music blasting here by the way!“

„Hey dad, what actually happened with God and Satan?“

„Ah, long ass story. Satan chickened out recently, hell is one hell of a job you know. New job opportunity for me. But you gotta take it easy and have fun.“

„I can tell.“

A spitfire verse of what sounds like Megan Thee Stallion is currently pumping through the telephone. Ten grooves right along in his hammock, smiling way too ominously. You can tell he knows every bar by heart. He’s been listening to the human radio way too much during his errants.

„I’m only stressed because the furniture is terrible.“

„The what?“

„In the years of my absence, horned geezer got a little too creative with the design, you know. I’m more of a romantic.“

„So… you just moved in there just because.“

„You could say that, yeah!“

Confused shrugging among the club members. Belial keeps on babbling and blasting something else at the other end of the line. It must be K-Pop or something like that.

„Talk about romance, I hear you have a mate?“

„Yeah dad, it’s Baekhyun.“

„Oh him? I’ve heard of that guy! The merman!“

„He’s really sweet.“

„Make many cute demon babies alright. That would be so adorable. I’m all ready to cuddle wuddle them. I actually came up with baby name suggestions.“

„Dad!“

„You know, 80 years ago. I met your mom…“

„Dad, I don’t wanna hear your love stories. Rather tell me what happened to mom. What did Satan do?“

„Listen here. That was a stupid rumor Azazel was spreading because he’s a gossip man!“ Belial rages at the other end of the line. „Your mom was 8906, alright. She died of diabetes. You got adopted by humans she found trustworthy and planned to be your caretakers.“

„That was all planned?!“

„You were… a bit too young for hell back then. She wanted to leave you the choice later on in life whether you want to be in a clan or come here, or neither of that. I know being a half-breed isn’t easy. And you should get into all these worlds by your own devices. I learned about all of this only much later you see. I’ve been hanging out in the clouds for some time. It’s pretty chill there. But now I’m happy to hear from you.“

„Yeah.“

„If you got anything you need paid? Rent, marriage, car, diapers? Just ask me when needed.“

„I dunno…“

Looks like your dad is a rather forward thinker indeed. Well, least he thought it through.

„If you need it spontaneously and I’m not available, just force Yukhei to give you some pocket money.“

„I don’t have to force him. He already does that without me even asking.“

„That’s what I call a great president!“

„He literally thinks my bank account is free real estate where he can dump anything. I can’t even manage all that,“ you roll your eyes, with Yukhei grinning his most satisfied smile at the end of the table.

On the more unsatisfied end, Kai is about to jump up and sock him in the chest. You know damn well his salary hasn’t been increasing since Yukhei discovered his unsolicited Sugar Daddy hobby. You can buy Baekhyun some extra cotton candy now, but you’ll have to figure out a way to transfer some pocket money to Kai yourself. Now really, he’s been training the shit out of you.

„Even better! Cheers to him. He’s too straight for his own good sometimes though. Anyways. You can drop by as soon as we cleaned up here. We’ll open the circles of hell completely next month.“

„Okay, that’s good news!“

„Once you get pregnant, make sure you two find a flaming cave apartment on the east side! You really wanna raise your kids here. Hellraiser, get it?“

„The east side is too hot for Baekhyun. His tub water would just evaporate, man.“

„Oh! Then the west side. A nice penthouse with panoramic views on a volcano. You’ll get a baking Pompeii face mask every time you’re stepping out! There’s so much ash raining down, your kid can do snow angels on every pavement. Don’t worry, I’ll pay for everything.“

In the meantime, the party guests are blasting Caramelldansen in the background and louds clapping numbs your ears.

„Dad…. you realize you have a lot of clown energy, right? Do you even hear me?“

„Talk about clowns, actually,“ the king carries on completely unbothered. „Mammon really wants to see Kai too, I think he’s missing him. He’s calmed down a little after the Corona crisis messed with his bank account.“

Commotion at the table. Kai almost chokes on his cold tea.

„That’s unexpected… I thought he’d never do that.“

„Yeah aw, I know,“ your father says. „Satan has spread a lot of fake news while he was here, you see.“

„We’re glad to be welcome then? That sounds like a good idea to meet up some time. Maybe for a day or two.“

„Strike! I convinced you!“

„Yeah, you did…“

„Few of you saw hell back in the day, right?“

„Yukhei, Kai, I dunno who else, Ten I’m guessing.“

Nods from the hammock. Wouldn’t be strange if Ten was a regular hell driver.

„Oh Ten! Greet Ten from me. His instagram is what I aspire to. Ten is the coolest. Even the ghouls I know don’t have that kind of fashion sense.“

„Will do.“

„And— about aspirations. We’ll be talking about your heir thing when the time is right you see, I know you want to know about all of this.“

You perk up, as do the club members.

„It’s a thing for the future. I’m not hellbent or anything,“ you say, tongue in cheek.

„Hah! You’re funny. I see we’re agreeing on this. You’re very busy with Baekhyun, right. Love is priority. Hell later. This place is a lot to handle anyway.“

„…exactly.“

„I know my daughter and I didn’t even meet her yet!“

Taeyong does a little aw noise in the background and even Yukhei has to smile.

„I’ll probably tell the same stories you do and blast the same music in a couple years, I can see it coming.“

„And that’s when you’re ready for the throne. Remember—“

„Gotta keep it easy and make it fun.“

„You got it. Until then, live a tense life man, that’s also needed.“

„Dad, what the hell!“

„I actually mean it. Leave it to your old man to get this 9th circle popping in the meantime.“

You get the image of your father watching youtube music videos all day and trying to keep up with the latest slang words on twitter.

„Okay, crazy old man.“

„At your service!“

It almost makes you laugh how the old generation of full-breed demons is completely gone wild and the youngsters are the opposite. Well, except the half-lycans, but they’re always living on the edge anyway.

„Can I speak to Mister Lee as well? Is he around?“

„Mark or Taeyong or Taemin? We have a lot of Lees.“

„Um, the butler guy.“

„Taeyong, here it goes. See you dad!“

You pass the hellephone, Taeyong poises himself.

„Hey there, young man!“

„Not that young. 552, Sire.“

„Hilarious, you can’t even get a Styx boat license around here at that age. Anyway. Got some news for you.“

„Yes, Mister?“

„Mammon recently splurged on the latest robo fancy schmancy tech stuff from Japan for no reason. I guessed you would want to try one on.“

„Pardon— Try on what?“

„Oh, a prosthetic exo-skeleton I mean. I heard you had beef with the loopy guy. Just drop by whenever.“

„A prosthetic arm aid?“

„Well yes!“

„That’s… that’s very kind of you.“

„No problem! Is the your Professor X available to speak to as well?“

„Of course, Sire, one moment,“ Taeyong composes himself, but you can tell he’s still processing it.

Everybody is on the edge of their seat.

„Hi down there,“ Lucas takes the speaker and leans back in his seat very laxly. Compared to how defeated he looked in your office, his posture is much more unwound now.

„Hi up there, Lucas what’s good?“

„Doing mighty fine these days. You gave us a good headline.“

„Oh, you’re very welcome Mister President. There’s headlines about me?“

The King sounds genuinely surprised.

„Yeah. You’ll have to add me in Kai’s Whatsapp group or give me your number. I’ll update you on these types of things.“

„Note down 1666 2666 3666, and I have some updates for you as well.“

Mark and Taeyong instantly start scribbling the number into their vest notebooks, meanwhile Lucas swirls the tea in his cup around.

„Shoot.“

He begins drinking it.

„Mister Cerberus’ daughter graduated today. Canine sciences. Lovely girl, calls herself Circe, you know, like the evil witch. Very intelligent person. She’s looking for a job and a mate in the upper world. I told her about the Club’s situation and you know, gossipped a little. She says she’s interested in you.“

Lucas spits out the tea.

„Sorry, what?“

„Hey, do you really think you’re not a man in demand? Anybody who studies werewolves knows about you. And you have free membership spots, or is that information outdated?“

„I-Is she a half-breed?“

„Of course, do you think Mister Cerberus would date another demon? That would make no sense! Hell, wouldn’t that be beastitality or something? Is it that what you call it?“

„Uh… Bestiality I thought, Sir.“

„Anyways. I haven’t seen Cerberus with anyone else but werewolves.“

„Werewolves are the closest genetically to hell hounds, Mister President,“ Mark leans in confidentially to brief Yukhei. „It’s good conduct for them to date.“

„Oh, uh, I get it.“

„So, do you want to meet her or not?“

„We, we have free spots all the way!“

„Great then, I’ll send her up the staircase now. She’ll be there in a minute or so.“

„The stai—!”

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Hello hazel, hope your doing well! Could I be a predictable bastard and have 🧠 with Shanks if that's alright? Thank you so much and sending lots of digital hugs!

Hi Moosh! It has been a small eternity since I got to write for our favorite pirate redhead, so I am very happy with this! Sending you all the virtual hugs! enjoy~ 

🧠 ~ Can you have deep conversations with them? What about?

Yes! While Shanks tends not to take life too seriously and acts like an idiot at any given time he doesn’t have to act as a Yonko or a captain, he is actually pretty wise and doesn’t mind sharing what he knows, especially if you catch him on a quiet and sober moment. 

You can have conversations that last hours about the world, politics..., but also more deep, borderline philosophic questions and subjects. He makes for a wonderful narrator and an equally good listener. The best moments to have such conversations is when you’re getting  ready to sleep, but you’re just not tired yet. Get under the blankets, lay down on his chest. Enjoy the sound of his heartbeat and then just start talking/asking questions. The conversation will flow effortlessly from there on out. 

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