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fckoffjakegyllenhaal · 2 months

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regina’s puppy (3)

// regina has a soft spot for you, but when she refuses to accept why, someone else might swoop in and take your attention away from her. //

warnings: mutual pining, soft!regina (for reader), mean!regina (not to reader), very jealous!regina, underage drinking, mentions of smoking.

this is part 3 to the series, read part 2 here!

“please don’t make me go.” you just about beg regina, flashing her a pair of puppy eyes that nearly makes her reconsider her entire existence. the blonde was currently blending the makeup on your face, claiming she was going to be your “personal makeup artist” tonight. truth be told you enjoy letting regina do your makeup; the close proximity, her undivided attention, having an excuse to stare at her beautiful face without being questioned. though when she mentioned she was making you go to the party gretchen was throwing, you began to beg her not to take you.

“it’s just a few people from school, and a few drinks. i’ll have you home by ten, or you can just sleepover my house.” she assures you dismissively, her gaze transfixed on your face as if it was a canvas for the beauty blender. it’s been three weeks since you became a part of regina’s “clique”, and to say it’s been strange is an understatement. you had gone from the bottom of the social food chain, to the top of it in less than a month. all because of regina’s strange fixation with you.

“i wasn’t even invited! and i’m pretty sure i wouldn’t even know what to do there.” you retort, and she shakes her head, “you don’t need an invitation when you’re with me.” she responds pointedly. “just stick by my side and look pretty all night. that’s all you have to do.” she declares simply, and your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink. “you think i’m pretty?” you question softly, the uncertainty in your voice causes her heart to clench. her tenebrous blue eyes are gazing into yours, she appears to get lost in you for a mere moment.

“i think you’re so, so pretty.” the blonde reveals in this washed out voice that makes your knees weak. thankfully you’re sitting on the seat of regina’s vanity, otherwise you’re sure you would’ve stupidly fallen. the way you avoid her gaze while your face heats up, causes regina to cup your chin, tilting your head upwards to look at her. your breath hitches, getting lodged in your windpipe as you nearly forget how to breathe due to the close proximity. regina quirks a brow at your reaction as she continues doing your makeup. “are you nervous, y/n? do i make you nervous?” she inquires, practically staring into your soul.

“i—i guess you do.” you mentally facepalm yourself for stuttering, and answering like a fool. the cheshire cat-like grin that takes its place on regina’s features causes a heat to rise in your belly. “it’s okay, y/n, i think it’s cute. how flustered and nervous you get around me... how strained your voice gets, and how red you get.” she teases, and you shake your head in disagreement. “it’s not. it’s embarrassing.” you murmur, and she flashes you a look, “i don’t think so. i like it.” she breathes out, her face so close to yours you forget how to think.

“why?” you manage to ask, and she shrugs, pulling away from you in an instant. the moments over as quickly as it begun, and in a small way you’re thankful for it because you can think clearly now. “i like the way you are with me. especially when you look at me. it’s like i’m the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.” she professes, as she rummages through her makeup bag. regina avoids your eyes. she doesn’t enjoy being honest, but she also can’t bring it in herself to lie to you for some cursed reason.

“cause you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.” you answer simply, sounding so honest. regina’s head snaps in your direction; she searches your face for any signs of dishonesty, but all she finds on your features is that usual genuine expression that makes her stomach flip. “you’re just saying that cause i’m regina george.” she says her name in this taunting way, as she begins to apply the blush on your cheeks and nose. “i wouldn’t say something i don’t mean, gina.” you wholeheartedly respond, and you swear you can see a faint blush tinting her cheeks.

regina feels this pang of guilt in her chest. you’re so innocent, and she thinks you’d do just about anything she asks. “if you don’t wanna go tonight, we don’t have to.” the blonde finds herself caving, and you furrow your brows. “well, we’re already getting ready… we might as well go, right? besides, gretchen will have a total meltdown if you don’t show up.” you point out, and regina shrugs. “yeah, but if you don’t wanna go, we don’t have to.” regina reiterates, and you offer her an overly trusting little smile.

“if you go, i go.” you assure her, and her eyebrows perk up at your willingness to do whatever she wants. regina likes that a lot more than she should. “good. why don’t you put on those flare jeans i got you, the black ones.” she smiles as she says this, putting away her makeup. “okay!” you obediently respond as you hop up off the seat, and over to your bag of clothes you brought.

you decide to match a white lace crop top you picked out when you and regina went shopping. when you finish getting dressed, you come out of the blonde’s bathroom, stopping in your tracks when you see her outfit. the tight, black leather pants she was wearing nearly made you drool. regina notices the expression of awe on your face, and she savors it. she’s used to having people gawk at her because they thought she was attractive, or they were envious of her… but you… the way you looked at her was always so different. she couldn’t figure out why she craved your attention all the time; now more than ever.

“you look good.” she declares as her eyes roam up and down your outfit. the blood rises to your face, “i think i have a sherpa jacket that’ll look so hot on you with that.” she states as she walks past you, and towards her walk-in closet. you let out a breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding. regina looks even hotter than usual tonight, and you didn’t know if you were going to be able to keep your gayness to yourself. you already nearly had a gay panic attack while she was doing your makeup; now you were going to have to be by her side all night while she looked hotter than the temperature of the sun.

“i found it!” she yells out from somewhere in the unnecessarily large closet. when she comes out, regina is holding a cropped, black corduroy, sherpa jacket for you. “try this on and let me see.” she orders, tossing the jacket your way. you catch it, scrambling to put it on compliantly. regina‘s grin falls as soon as you have the jacket on; you’re standing a few feet away from her looking absolutely gorgeous. yet you look up at her with this expression of insecurity, desperately waiting for her approval. “doesn’t look good?” you ask shyly, “you look so beautiful.” regina blurts out, and your face burns as the butterflies in your stomach flutter rapidly.

“th-thank you.” you shyly respond; your timid expression nearly causes her to smile. but then she remembers she’s regina george and she’d never be caught dead being this soft. “you better get used to compliments, y/n. especially when you look like that.” she comments coyly as she reaches for her black doc martens. you watch her put her shoes on; your cheeks practically on fire as you try to compose yourself and get it together. you don’t tell regina you probably will never get used to her complimenting you, and once she’s finished tying her boots, she smile broadly at you, causing your heart to swell at the sight. she’s always gorgeous, but she’s so much more beautiful when she’s unguarded like this.

“come on, let’s go before gretchen starts spamming me with texts.” she jokes, and you giggle as regina grabs your hand. your breath gets caught in your windpipe as she interlocks her hands with yours. that’s another thing you were trying to get used to; holding hands with the prettiest girl on earth. “ugh, i wonder if becky martin’s gonna be there tonight. she was at nathan’s party last month, and had on the same shoes as me.” regina pouts, as you both get into her jeep.

“but you probably looked way better than her anyways.” you respond, and she raises a brow as she starts her car. “probably?” she asks a bit angrily, and you giggle. “you definitely looked way better than becky martin, gina.” you tell her, and her face morphs into a satisfied expression. “i know.”

you’ve never really been to a high school party before, so you weren’t entirely sure what to expect. but as soon as you walk into gretchen’s house, the loud music blares through your ears, and there are far more people here than the cafeteria during lunch. you look around at the hoard of students; some you knew and some you had never seen before. “regina!! y/n!! you guys came!” gretchen sounds abnormally happy to see you, and she wraps her arms around you. “you totally have to try the sangria mix! it has strawberries in it!” she squeals, and regina practically pries gretchen’s hands off of you.

“you’re already drunk? it’s like nine-thirty. and where’s karen? you’re supposed to be making sure she doesn’t hookup with some random guy again.” regina begins to scold gretchen, who proceeds to ramble out an apology. you seem to get distracted by all the noise and people, but regina pulls you out of your thoughts when she intertwines her hand with yours. “do you wanna try sangria or are you a beer girl?” regina asks over the ear-splitting music. “sangria please.” you answer, figuring you’d prefer the fruitier drink.

regina begins to make you a drink; something she never does. usually when she’s at things like this, she’s forcing one of her loyal minions to make her the “perfect” drink… yet here she was, grossly attempting to make you the best first drink you’ve ever had. god, who are you, regina? the blonde can’t help but think as she tries to keep her focus on what she’s doing instead of looking at you. she can’t figure out when it became so difficult for her to keep her eyes off you.

she hands you the drink, and your smile meets your eyes, causing her heart to do a backflip in her chest. nobody smiles at her like that; as if they’re verily happy to be in her presence. you appear to relish in regina’s attention, and she savors the feeling of being so appreciated. “thanks gina.” you respond, sincerely, and when you don’t take a sip she raises her brows in an unamused manner. “well? what are you waiting for?” she asks a bit impatiently, earning a sheepish blush from you. “i’m waiting for you to pour yourself one.” you tell her honestly, and there’s that stupid flutter in her stomach again.

“you’re so sappy.” she mutters, but the flush on her cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by you. you grin as she begins to pour herself a drink, and she looks at you before she takes a sip. you follow her lead, and you make a face of disdain just as she does. “okay, so maybe gretchen is better at this then me.” she mutters in this cutely frustrated way that makes you giggle. “hey regina—“ some guy on the football team attempts to talk to her as he approaches you both, but the blonde cuts him off before he can even finish. her eyes full of fury you’d hate to be on the receiving end of. “don’t you see me talking right now? shoo.” she practically barks out.

he frowns, scoffing as he walks off. she shakes her head, rolling her eyes, “if i wanted to speak to him, i would’ve.” she mutters, and you tilt your head, offering her this soft look. “you can’t blame boys for trying to talk to you. you’re the prettiest girl in school.” you remind her, and she huffs, taking another swig of her drink. “yeah, but that’s the only reason they want to talk to me.” she starts stringently, and you listen to her closely. “they only wanna talk to me cause i’m popular, and hot. that’s the only reason why anyone talks to me.” she sounds like she actually believes the words as they leave her mouth.

“you may be “hot” and “popular” but you’re also so much more than that, regina. i mean you’re so nice to me, and you like the same books i do. plus i think your taste in music is really cool. you just don’t give yourself enough credit.” you say easily, taking another sip of your drink. regina gets lost in you for a few seconds; her heartbeat slowing down as everyone else in the house fades out of her mind. she opens her mouth to say something else, but karen and gretchen interrupt. “regina!” the dark haired girl squeals as soon as she sees the queen bee.

she approaches you both and hugs regina, who shoves her off, before karen hugs you. “oh my god, i love your jacket! did you do your makeup?? you look so pretty!” karen’s kind compliments make you smile. karen’s been genuinely nice to you since you became a part of regina’s “clique”. she was welcoming right away, and just happy to have someone new to talk to. “thanks, it’s gina’s jacket. she did my makeup.” you say, flashing this dorky smile at the blonde who is watching the entire interaction with those intense, blue eyes. “don’t you think the blush on the nose looks so cute on her?” regina asks, and karen nods.

“yes! i tried it last summer, but didn’t like it on me.” she admits, as she begins to tell you about the makeup looks she tried last summer. regina glances at gretchen who seems to be staring at something… or someone. “i’ll be right back.” gretchen says, and regina furrows her brows as she watches her friend make her way up to jason who was shamelessly flirting with another girl. regina frowns, “i’ll be right back, i gotta make sure gretchen doesn’t hookup with that asshole again.” the blonde tells you, squeezing your arm before she follows gretchen.

“hey karen! you guys wanna come here and take a hit of this?” one of the guys on the basketball teams calls out for the dark haired girl, and she immediately turns her fixation on him, getting distracted. “okay! come on y/n, let’s go.” she declares, and before you have any time to protest, karen is dragging you over to a group of students you barely know. you look around for regina, and notice she’s busy talking to gretchen and jason… well, she’s more so yelling at them.

“here, wanna try this?” dani, one of the girls on the softball team asks a she offers you a lit joint. you reluctantly take it, placing the filter between your lips before pulling a hit out of it. you begin to cough horrendously, and instead of being put off, the jock lets out a genuine laugh before taking the joint back. “i’ve never seen you around before.” she comments, and your cheeks burn in a bit of embarrassment; though the weed helps numb out the humiliation. “i’m y/n—“ you begin to introduce yourself, but she cuts you off. “no, i know who you are, y/n. we have gym class together.” she reminds you, only adding onto the sheepish blush on your face.

“i meant, i’ve never seen you around before; like outside of school.” she elucidates, and you nod. “i don’t usually come to these sort of things…” you trail off, “… but regina’s been helping me come out of my shell.” you explain, and she raises a brow. “regina? as in regina george?” the softball teams pitcher asks uncertainly, and you nod eagerly, your entire face lighting up like a christmas tree at the mention of the blonde. “yup, she’s over there.” you point over at the blonde who seems to be ripping jason a new one.

“no wonder your hanging out with karen. well, i can certainly see why regina wanted you to be a part of the plastics.” dani declares with a glimmer in her eyes, there’s something in her tone you can’t quite place. you let out this confused little chuckle, “what do you mean by that?” you ask curiously, yet a bit carefully. “you’re beautiful.” she clarifies, and your cheeks heat up due to the unexpected compliment.

your gaze shyly meets hers, and even though it isn’t the same as when regina calls you that; it still makes you smile. “thank you.” you respond, and your soft voice makes the brunette grin. “you’re welcome, i’m just being honest…” she trails off a bit shyly, and dani’s friend interrupts. “you guys wanna head down to the basement and take hits from the bong i brought?” the basketball player asks, as he pulls a mini bong out from one of his large pockets.

“you wanna come?” dani asks hopefully, taking your hand in hers, rubbing the back of your hand with the pad of her thumb. you look over at karen who nods encouragingly, “i—“ you’re about to turn down the offer, when regina’s harsh voice cuts you off. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the furious sound of the girl you’ve had a hopeless crush on for years, causes you to spin around. there’s burning fury in her gaze, and for a moment, you think she’s going to yell at you. your heart races nervously as you think about regina being angry at you.

“gina—“ you try, but regina pries dani’s hand off of yours, taking a step in front of you, practically wedging herself between you two. it isn’t up until this moment that you realize regina wasn’t looking at you with all that rage… she was looking at dani. “we were just inviting your friends to smoke in the basement.” dani’s friend from earlier interrupts, responding for the softball player. regina’s gaze flickers to him. her wrath is enough to get the stoned boy to falter slightly, shifting from one foot to another, “did you wanna come…?” he asks uncertainly, trying to figure out why the blonde was so visibly upset.

regina quirks a brow, looking at dani. “i don’t think your friend here would like that very much. i think she wants y/n all too herself while you try your luck with karen.” regina’s voice is catty while there’s an underlying sense of anger laced throughout it. your belly flips nervously. you glance at dani who looks at you for a moment, before she looks back at regina. “i didn’t realize you were her keeper, regina.” the softball pitcher talks back to the queen bee, who’s brows quirk towards her hairline. by now there are a few people watching curiously as regina crosses her arms, “anything that pertains to her, is my business.” the blonde’s tone is sharp as a blade, and her eyes are deadly serious.

“and if you think for a second i’m going to let some wannabe babe ruth try and get lucky with her in gretchen’s fucking basement…” regina trails off, her seething voice causes dani to shake her head in disbelief. “woah, hold on— i just wanted to smoke with her. and even if i did have some underlying intention… what do you mean you “let” her? last i checked y/n is her own person. she can decide who she wants to hang around all night. following the prissy queen bee, or having actual fun.” dani smirks, and regina’s fingernails dig into her her upper arms.

“i’m standing right here, and i wasn’t going to go down there anyways. i came with regina.” you say as sternly as you can, and regina’s eyes flicker to you. she exhales through her nostrils, releasing a tiny breath of relief she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. dani scoffs, “so that’s what you are now? regina’s puppy? you know, you used to have your own style, and i’d see you hanging out on your own. i always thought you were cool, because you were so out of touch with social norms…” dani trails off, shaking her head in dismay. “… now you go wherever regina goes.” she finishes as she calls you out.

SMACK

before you can even think about saying something, the sound of regina’s open hand meeting dani’s left cheek elicits a loud slapping noise to sound throughout the room. the room goes quiet. regina’s palm is stinging after coming into contact with the jocks cheek, there are gasps and murmurs that fill the suddenly quiet room. dani looks dumbfounded for two seconds before a wave of humiliation washes over her. “if you want to continue being a part of the softball team, or have any sort of social status, you’ll keep your nose out of my business.” she hisses threateningly.

dani scoffs, looking at you and shaking her head. she turns to leave and you look at regina, who now has a satisfied smile etched onto her lips. “now, where were we? oh yeah, we were drinking our sangria’s…” regina interlocks her hand with yours, the same hand that just slapped dani. she leads you away from the shocked gazes and hushed whispers. the last fifteen minutes were playing in your head like a broken record. regina was upset about dani flirting with you; she was more upset than you’d ever seen. you couldn’t help but wonder why. maybe your feelings for regina weren’t as one sided as you thought.

a/n: sorry this is a little long… jealous regina makes my coochie pulse flutter

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cybsoo2 · 2 months

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sanguine slumber

╰┈➤ synopsis — So tempted by soft slumber, you just want to sleep. But Yoongi seems to have a present for you and it isn’t exactly ideal.

╰┈➤ pairing — yandere!cat-hybrid!suga x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 650+

╰┈➤ content warning — SPOILER!!!! dead animal (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ; happy birthday yoongi!! i've been missing him too much lately

A soft rumbling sound brings you out of your sweet slumber. A warm weight lays across your back. A heat that grows hotter as Yoongi rubs his hands alongside your abdomen. Up and down, repeated, and teasing at the bottom of your sleep shirt.

The rumbling seems to be coming from Yoongi himself. A low purring that lays deep in his chest. The sensation mixed with his short puffs of breath touching your ear almost send you back to sleep. Almost.

Yoongi’s hands redden with a roughness as his claws peek out enough to delicately graze your sides. Sharp nails scratching along the surface, not enough to significantly hurt you, but enough to leave pink lines in their path. You squirm underneath him from the discomfort and let out a groan.

“Don’t fall asleep yet,” Yoongi huffs out as if he isn’t already half asleep himself. “I have a present for you.” While he speaks, he shifts his head to turn away from your face and stuff into your hair. He nestles himself deeper into the space between your neck and the pillow. A bad decision since a strawberry smell threatens to take him out.

Yoongi keeps his focus on decorating your neck with lingering kisses in order to stay awake. His tail tangles itself around your waist in a lazy fashion. The tip twitching from every small breath you let out.

You only groan into the pillow and ignore him. A fuzzy haze begins to settle beneath your eyelids until a pinching pain erupts from your neck. “Hey, hey no biting,” Your words are slurred and down-slide into silence.

Yoongi, with his teeth still lodged into your neck, pouts a little before peppering pecks onto your pinkening flesh. He huffs in disappointment at your still sleepy self.

“Wake up, I said I have a present.” Yoongi raises himself onto his arms the slightest bit so he hovers over your face. He breathes short puffs of air through his puffed up cheeks and pouty lips. He watches as the wind makes your eyelashes flutter and causes your eyelids to twitch. He moves his tail up higher to rest at the base of your chin, tickling you in an annoying way.

You continue to stand between the sinking state of slumber and the surface. You stay stubborn and still underneath his body. Yoongi’s purring stops and he almost starts to sulk. Instead, two hands turn you upwards to face him. You grimace at the sunshine that peeks around him and squint your eyes.

“Stop being stubborn.” He sits up so he straddles your waist. Yoongi huffs and furrows his brows in frustration. He leans down again and puts more pressure into his kisses. He presses his plush lips onto your rosy cheeks. He leaves fluttering kisses across every inch of your face. Blue butterflies burn in your stomach.

When his kisses drag down onto your jaw is when you notice how warm they are. Warm and… wet? You peek open one eye and fight against the blinding light. Your foggy gaze comes into focus and that’s when you see how red his lips are.

You reach out to grab his jaw, nimble fingers tighten around the bone and draw his face downwards. He reaches a hand up to hold onto your wrist and a second scarlet stain appears. You panic to pull yourself up off your back, bucking Yoongi downwards off your hips and onto the space beside you.

Feathers (definitely not from the pillow) cover the bed while a few float in the air from your rapid movement. You turn to face Yoongi and he parts his lips in a scarlet smile. He spits out a feather and brings his hands out from behind his back.

A bloody bird sits in the middle of his palms. The wings stick up in two impossible directions. The head, hanging on by a single tendon, snaps off and rolls onto your lap.

“Do you like it?” A shy smile shines on his blushing cheeks.

You wipe the sides of your face before responding. Ruby red rolls off onto your hands. “Oh, Yoongi.”

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lina-vas-dom · 2 months

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Наконец-то, кошка, мы с тобой вдвоём. Погрустим немножко, песенки споём… Будет синий вечер лезть в окно тайком. Я укрою плечи маминым платком. Я тебя поглажу и пощекочу, Ты же мне расскажешь всё, что я хочу: И про ту сторожку в тишине лесной, И про то, что, кошка, мы сбежим весной. /Ларисса Николаевна Андерсен

At last, cat, we're together at last. We'll be sad for a while, we'll sing songs… The blue evening will sneak in through the window. I'll cover your shoulders with my mother's handkerchief. I'll stroke you and tickle you, And you'll tell me everything I want to know: And about that lodge in the quiet of the woods. And that, cat, we'll run away in the spring. /Larissa Nikolayevna Andersen

#русская поэзия

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jwirecs · 9 months

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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF JULY 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of july! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Alcohol Free || @blue-jisungs💕✅

↳ in which your best friend yoongi gets to know your secrets while you sip on various drinks. with each one, he’s more shocked… and amused.

Nothing’s Changed || @hoseokhasmyheartxx🔞💕💔✅

↳ You and Yoongi have been best friends since college. The rest of your friend group wants to go on a couples’ trip, leaving you and Yoongi to share a room. But to your surprise, your room only has one bed… will the two of you be able to get through the week without letting the other know how you feel?

The Love Plaza || @mayolive-writes🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Til You Make It || @jinkookspencil💕💔✅💯

↳ jungkook is startled when you call him in need of a favor... to play his dream role - your boyfriend - for a day...

Bet On It || @minisugakoobies🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

Lovin' You Right || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅

↳ Your new badass neighbor won't leave you alone. You know the type, the guy your mama wouldn't want you bringing home. He'd break your heart as quick as he'd take it.

5+1 || @joon4eva💕✅

↳ five times you wanted to tell Namjoon you loved him + the one time you finally did.

Baby Fever || @95rkives💕✅💯

↳ what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

Cherry Flavored || @jjksblackgf🔞✅

↳ You bet with your boyfriend that he can't handle more than five minutes of your tongue, but Jungkook never turns away from a challenge. You'll make sure to keep him in his place.

Moving In || @dreamescapeswriting💕✅

↳ (this was an anon req to the writer, short summary: yoongi leaves his stuff at oc's apartment, slowly moving in. shts too cute man)

Panties Over Pastries || @genkima💕✅

↳ you and your lovely boyfriend, Jungkook, decided to have a baking date planned for today ! I wonder how it turns out..

Spicy 'N Sweet || @thvhoe🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. It’s not like you planned on falling for him… it just kind of happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. Not at all.

The Boxer's Girlfriend || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅

↳ Jeon Jungkook is known throughout Korea as the top boxer. He’s swift in his attacks and calculated with everything. He’s dangerous in the ring but he was also dangerous to his girlfriend, Y/N L/N.

Cat Got Your Tongue? || @jessikahathaway🔞💕💔✅

↳ You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

Cherry || @peachypinkygloss🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

Bunny Buns || @kittyscupcakeandbunny🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Jungkook needed to hide. He was on the run. And what better place for a bunny hybrid to hide then a Bunny coffee shop? How could he resist? You smelled sweet and looked nice. All it took was one smile of yours and a bunny bread and he was on all fours for you.

Moon || @hobeemin🔞💕✅ Pt 2.

↳ (theres no summary, and i suck at summarizing, but im a sucker for hybrid fics so that says sometime.)

Break My Mind's Eye || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal.

Diamond Trail || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ The theft of his most elusive and mystery possession leads to a web of trickery that threatens every large syndicate in the country. (alternative: Yoongis’ prized possession is stolen but he’s not the only gang leader being betrayed)

Distraction || @melancholy-of-nadia🔞✅

↳ After a series of circumstances leads you to be the assistant/right-hand woman of Bangkok's local thief/gang leader Min Suga, you're diligent in fulfilling your role in helping him take down Detective (& Underground Mafia Boss) Agust D. What you didn't expect in this role, was to catch your own boss reading p*rngraphic material during his free time and finding out there are consequences to distracting him.

Wishes || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? (i dont have a gang!au banner so its going in with the mafia!au. also yall already know im a huge sucker fore mafia/gang au's along with hybrids. its currently on going, but i know that i will be on a roller coaster while reading this series)

Devoted To Trouble || @jeonsweetpea🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world? (i dont have a spider-man!au banner, but spider!kook????? when yoongi said that this man will annoy him even at the age of 100, lord where is the lie. but also, we love a persistent & annoyingly cute man.)

For Glory || @mono-moonchilds🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ A fight to the death. No rules, no refs, and nowhere to run.

Monachopsis || @personasintro🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises (wasnt too sure what au this fic would fall under but i say it goes under the parent au cause min yoongi gon be a father whether he likes it or not.)

Seven || @joonberriess🔞✅

↳ “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

Unconditionally || @rmsrkive💔🔄💯

↳ for the past three, almost four years, it has only been you and your twins after having been abandoned by your ex-boyfriend. you expected it to remain that way for the rest of your lives until one day you accidentally run into one of his bandmates at the park

Way Back Home || @solemnreads🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ "please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "yes...they're your children."

Wrong Time || @spideyjimin🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time?

Added Color || @bangtansmaus💕💔✅💯

↳ Yumi was perfectly fine with not finding her soulmate yet. she never really cared about the idea of soulmates. she’s fine with just running her bakery and living with her brother Jimin and their two best friends Jungkook and Taehyung.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts smut #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts enemies to lovers au #bts established relationship au #bts best friends to lovers au #bts friends to lovers au #bts social media au #bts dad au #bts mafia au #bts hybrid au #bts friends with benefits au #bts fic recs #bts recs

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greenwitchcrafts · 6 months

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November 2023 witch guide

Full moon: November 27th

New moon: November 13th

Sabbats: None

November Beaver Moon

Known as: Digging(or scratching) moon, Deer rutting moon, Frost moon, Whitefish moon, Mourning Moon, Dark moon, Blotmonath, Fog moon, Mad moon, Moon of storms, Herbistmanoth & Freezing moon

Element: Water

Zodiac: Scorpio & Sagittarius

Nature spirits: Subterranean faeries

Deities: Astarte, Bast, Black Isis, Hecate, Kali, Lakshmi, Mawu, Nicnevin, Osiris & Saraswati

Animals: Crocodile, jackal, scorpion & unicorn

Birds: Goose, owl & sparrow

Trees: Alder, cypress & hazel

Herbs: Betony, blessed thistle, borage, cinquefoil, fennel, grains of paradise & verbena

Flowers: Blooming cacti & chrysanthemum

Scents: Cedar, cherry blossom, hyacinth, lemon, narcissus & peppermint

Stones: Beryl, cat's eye, citrine, yellow sapphire, topaz & turquoise

Colors: Blues, grey, sea green & silver

Energy: Deity communication, cooperation, death, divination, focus, passion, healing, preparation, secrets, sex matters, taking root & transformations.

The Beaver Moon gets its name because it is the time of year when beavers begin to take shelter in their lodges, having laid up sufficient food stores for the long winter ahead. During the fur trade in North America, it was also the season to trap beavers for their thick, winter-ready pelts.

Other celebrations:

• Lunantishees

November 11th

Also known as: The day of the Sidhe

This day celebrates the Lunantishee Faeries & honors the sacred blackthorn tree that they protect. It is said these faeries dance around their host blackthorn tree or bush by the light of the full moon in which they worship. The Lunantishee are closely associated with moonstone as their name of Moon-Sidhe or moon faeries suggest. These faeries are intensely protective guardians who highlight to us the need to protect our homes & our personal energies/ourselves.

In some traditions people would leave offerings like cakes, milk, honey or ale to avert any mischievous behavior from the faeries & if you had a blackthorn tree leave blackthorn blessings upon you.

During this time it is advised to not pick, cut or prune these plants under any circumstances or else misfortune would be placed upon them.

•Night of Hecate

November 16th

Though many choose to honor the Goddess Hecate during this day, there doesn't seem to be any historical evidence suggesting this particular day has any traditional associations or events & likely was mistaken from Hekate's Deipnon which takes place during the dark phase of the moon. However modern practitioners use this day to honor Hekate despite this.

Some celebrate by having a feast filled with wine, mushrooms, bread & more while also leaving some at the threshold of their front door to symbolize the crossroads between indoors and outdoors.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac.com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Llewellyn's 2023 magical almanac: practical magic for everyday living

Wikipedia

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philistiniphagottini · 2 months

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For your smut prompt list, could I perhaps get 14. Choking w Vergil? You can also throw in anything else you want in there if you feel like it, have fun w it :3 💗

Oh my god Anon I love you so, so much, thank you for enabling me to write for devil may cry again. I didn't realise how much I needed this, I think I literally started vibrating as soon as this popped into my inbox. Thanks for the request, hope you enjoy~

14. Choking

Smut Prompts

cw. smut, penetrative sex, choking, fem! reader

"Vergil."

His name slipped from your kiss swollen lips in a breathless whisper. You could taste the desire in the back of your throat as you swallowed thickly, a pleasant shiver racing down your back as heat curled in the pit of your stomach. Another breathy moan of his name lay heavy on your tongue, eyelashes fluttering over your burning cheeks and threatening to slip close as you moved in tandem beneath him. Your bodies were joined in fervid rapture, the bedframe shaking as you trembled with it, your eyes glazed as you stared up your lover in a daze.

His usual slicked back hair was damp with sweat, wisps of snow-white hair clinging to his forehead and hanging low over his eyes. The usual crease in his brow ever present as he concentrated, rutting his hips forward as his deliciously thick cock parted your creamy folds with such dizzying ease it made your head spin. The coil in the pit of your stomach twisted tighter as you heard your name uttered from his bruised lips, sending your mind into a tizzy as your heart fluttered wildly in your chest. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as you dug your heels into the beautiful dip of his back, coaxing him deeper as your greedy hole tried to swallow him whole. His breathing stuttered for a brief second as your drooling pussy clenched around him, your plush walls pulsing and massaging his throbbing dick. A low grunt stirred in the back of his throat as he dug his fingers tighter into the bed sheets beside your head, threatening to tear the silken fabric asunder if he showed even an ounce of his true strength.

"Vergil" you called again.

His attention snapped back to you as your shaky hands reached for his, your fingers curling around his wrist and tugging it from between the sheets. He watched you with a tilt of his head, curious blue eyes tracing your slow movements as you dragged the palm of his hand over your body. Your skin was searing beneath his touch as the tips of his fingers traced over the soft pudge of your stomach, moving higher to tickle your ribs before dipping between the valley of your supple breasts until his hand finally came to rest at the column of your throat. He could feel your pulse flutter wildly beneath the press of his hand, your blood boiling hotly in your veins as you squeezed his wrist between your small hands, looking up at him with silent, pleading eyes. A soft sigh fell from his lips as he moved his hand higher along your throat, your head tipping back and allowing him more access to your skin.

"Is this what you wanted?" he murmured, a teasing lilt to his voice as the palm of his hand lay heavy against your neck.

You nodded, squeezing his arm again as your skin continued to burn with the intensity of a raging inferno, a stark contrast to the cool touch of his hand. The pressure in your stomach intensified as the piston of Vergil’s hips increased, your bones feeling like they were going to turn to dust from the friction alone. You choked on a ragged gasp of air as the fingers around your throat tightened, slowly squeezing the air from your lungs. A broken hum rumbled in your chest, your nails scratching at his skin like a content cat as your head started to get fuzzy, the feeling if his pubic bone pressing into your poor, neglected clit making your mind reach for the stars. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears like the loud beat of a drum as it lodged itself in your throat, lungs pinching in your chest as you were deprived of more oxygen. A blissful expression lit up your features even as a blood vessel in your head threatened to burst, the knot in the pit of your stomach tangling tighter and tighter until it felt like something inside of you was going to break.

Vergil watched your expression carefully, the giddy smile on your face stirring something warm in his chest as your own pleasure only served to push his own higher and higher with an intense, burning need. You might be called foolish for placing your trust in a devil like him, your heart beating beneath the firm grip of his hand. One simple twist of his wrist and he could crush your windpipe without even really having to try. Perhaps that was why you liked this so much; the tantalising danger of knowing that his strength could easily overwhelm you if he didn’t show any semblance of restraint. His jaw tensed, a hiss of air whistling through his clenched teeth as your soused walls clenched tighter around his cock. He could feel the tip of his cock throbbing against the soft, gummy patch deep inside you that made stars waver in your vision. He felt your hands slowly loose their grip around his wrist as he continued to pound you into the mattress, your eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head as you struggled to stay conscious. In that moment, he let go when your encroaching orgasm finally caught up to you.

You could swear you were about to pass out as the constricting feeling around your throat was released and the coil in your stomach shattered into a million pieces. Broken noises crawled up your throat as you writhed beneath Vergil, every frayed, white hot nerve overloading as you gulped down heavy gasps of air while your world exploded around you. The rapturous feeling was almost indescribable. Vergil cursed something foul under his breath as your slick juices coated his cock, making it easier for him to bury himself to the hilt as the pressure inside of him abruptly snapped. The push of his hips went still, your pussy squeezing him impossibly tight as his viscous seed coated your insides with heavy ropes of white. A growl rumbled in his chest, forehead pressed into your shoulder as his sharp teeth grazed your skin, scraping your searing skin as your abdomen tingled with warmth.

Pearls of his cum overflowed from your overstimulated mound, dripping down your quaking thighs in thick rivulets as he parted from you with a wet pop. His hands came to rest at your sides as you lazily tangled your fingers in his hair, brushing the damp bangs from his forehead as you slowly regained control of your breathing. Your senses were slow to crawl back to you, white spots stilling dotting the corners of your vision as your heart continued to race. Vergil’s breath was warm against your cheek as he dragged his lips along your jawline, trailing butterfly kisses along your skin until your heart nestled back into your chest.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Head is fuzzy" you admitted, your voice coming out in a low rasp.

You felt completely weak yet utterly satisfied beneath him, muscles becoming completely lax as you sank further into the comfortable confines of the sheets. You wanted to hold onto him just for a little while longer, scratching your nails along the lean muscles in his physique and simply enjoying basking in his presence.

#my writing #request #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry smut #vergil x reader #x reader #fem!reader

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spahhzy · 19 days

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Neo smirked at her handiwork, and now once Ruby gets here, she can despair at her Lil blonde friends death... before she ends Ruby for good. Speaking of death, it was time to kill him.

She walked over, hush in hand, and as the blonde knight just sat on his knees looking at the floor, there was no light in his blue eyes.

She smiled cruelly and raised to stab him behind the back - only to be hit by a small bolt of lightning, which sent her flying back.

Jaune wasn't even phased as suddenly C.C. appeared before him in his vision.

C.C: Oh Jaune, you've been through so much.

Jaune: ...

C.C: It's hard trying to do the right thing...having to live with the guilt and pain.

Jaune visibly recoiled as Penny's face flashed before his eyes...he could make the difficult decision...to do that, but..

C.C: How many more dead friends do you want on your hands? First, it was Penny... but then it could be anyone from Team RWBY or any of your other friends you've told me about.

Jaune's blank eyes widened. He didn't want that...he couldn't ever live with the fact that he could possibly get Nora, Oscar, or Ren, Blake, Yang, Weiss, or Ruby killed by his foolishness.

???: It's no use, Jaune... you've had a good run.

Jaune felt the air leave his lungs.

He moved his head to the side, and he wasn't sure if it was Neo or his mind playing tricks on him but their staring at him with an ARROW still lodged in her chest...was his partner Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: It's time to finally admit that this was too big of a task for someone like yourself...it's time to stop and let someone else take over, like Ozpin...I'm sure he'll lead Nora and Ren to safety.

Jaune swallowed the lump in his threat as he felt Pyrrha lay a head on his shoulder.

Pyrrha: You did good, Jaune, but good only gets you so far.

Jaune felt tears sting his eyes.

She's right.

He was in over his head. His weakness cost him Pyrrha, and now Penny...who else was next? He...he didn't want that anymore.

He didn't want to be this anymore.

Being Jaune only leads to disappointment, suffering, and pain.

He...he didn't want to be Jaune anymore.

C.C: Your poor rusted broken hollow heart can only take so much...

C.C. climbed up Jaune's chest, laying a paw on where his heart would be.

C.C: Every difficult decision you've ever made...led to here Jaune, it led you to me, my hero.

C.C: I can fill that broken heart...I can mend the cracks in your soul.

Neo recovered from the blind side and looked at Jaune in anger. She ran with hush at the ready, poised for the kill.

C.C: Let me be...

Pyrrha: Let them be...

Jaune raised both his arms, encircling around the cat.

Neo was upon him. Hush held high. Ready for the kill.

C.C/Pyrrha: Your everything!

Jaune embraced the cat as he felt as shift happen.

Ruby: Jaune!

Team RWBY had just managed to arrive just in time as Weiss eyes widened in horror. The image of Jaune's body being taken over by the cat was on that was sure to haunt her in her nightmares.

As for Neo, the letter stepped back, looking on in gross horror at the action happening before her.

And as quick as it started...it was over.

For a brief moment, you could hear a pin drop before suddenly Jaune rose from his knees and stretched the movement almost akin to that of cat.

CCJaune: Ah, Team RWBY, you finally made it.

CCJaune began to giggle as he felt himself all over.

CCJaune: This is amazing, I always knew he was strong, but I could never imagine this ~

He felt a click of shoes behind him as he side stepped out of the way and caught Neo by the arm.

CCJaune: I must give my thanks to you...with out all this *points to the whole tea party* I wouldn't have acquired this~ *pats himself down*

CCJaune: So as a token of my thanks~

Team RWBY watched in shock as Crocea Mors sliced straight through Neo's aura before lodging into her chest , The criminal looked on as if not able to comprehend what happened, as a boot found her chest and CCJaune kicked her off his blade and then kicked her body to Team RWBY.

CCJaune: You're welcome, Ruby~

Ruby looked at the dying body of Neo, and than back to Jaune.

CCJaune: Hehehe~ oh yes, my Rusted Knight, I knew you'd do very well.

And then he turned his back to Team RWBY.

Weiss: Stop!

CCJaune: Hmm?

Yang: Release Jaune right now!

CCJaune: Release him? Back unto you all? No, thank you.

CCJaune: Besides... he gave himself to me, the only one who truly cares about him, willingly.

Ruby: No-no, he-he wouldn't do that...

CCJaune: Oh, I beg to differ. Everything he had been through was just too much for his poor heart to bear, but poor you right, Ruby?

Ruby couldn't say anything as she rememebr her last conversation with Jaune and how disastrous that was.

CCJaune: Well, as much as I loved to talk about who's right and who's wrong... I have a date with destiny...so...bye!

And in a flash of lights, CCJaune disappeared from their view, a trail that led to the tree was all that they could see as Ruby could only sink to her knees and scream.

Ruby: Jaune!

#jaune arc #neopolitian (rwby)#ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #rwby pyrrha

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arvandus · 8 months

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Insecurity (Satan x Fem!Reader)

MINORS DNI. DO NOT FOLLOW MY BOG IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 AND/OR DO NOT HAVE YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO.

Fic Warnings: Reader has body insecurities and overall self-esteem issues; Satan is coded as taller than Reader; steaminess implied but no actual smut (not yet at least... huehueue... MIGHT add more to this later when I have the spoons for it). Also, I like this idea so much, I'll probably make more for some of the other OM guys (lookin' at you, Barb and Luci...).

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You could feel the tears before they could even reach your eyes. They were knotted tightly into a ball that had lodged itself in your throat.

You took the dress off and tossed it onto the evergrowing pile on the bed.

Nothing looked good. Nothing. At least not good enough to go on a date with Satan.

It wasn’t the clothes, you realized. It was you. You looked away from the mirror and pulled your knees to your chest to bury your face in your arms.

How had you even managed to catch his eye? He was so handsome; so sophisticated and put-together. In the back of your mind, you wondered if your pact with him impacted his perception of you, impairing his judgement.

Maybe you should just cancel your date. The thought swirled in your mind, spreading like an infection until you finally picked up your phone through blurry eyes.

‘I’m going to have to cancel. I’m sorry.’ You texted him.

The sadness deepened like a sink hole within you as you hit ‘send.’ You stared and waited. And waited. The message changed from ‘delivered’ to ‘read.’ The three dots danced on your screen as he began typing, and you held your breath.

'Please don’t ask why,' you thought.

But then the dancing dots stopped. You waited, a part of you hoping you’d see them again. But you never did. Maybe you offended him? Or maybe he was having doubts of his own and was grateful that you canceled first…

The tears finally made their way from your throat to your eyes, dripping hot onto your skin. You didn’t bother to quiet it; didn’t try to stifle them. You needed to let this out.

You weren’t sure how long you’d cried in the privacy of your room, but next thing you knew, your private pity party wasn’t interrupted by a knock at your door.

You heart dropped in your chest.

SHIT.

You fell silent, and waited.

Please don’t let it be him…

You didn’t want him to see you. Not like this.

Another knock at the door, and this time his voice came through.

“Y/N…”

Your nose was running and you wiped at it with a quiet sniff.

Satan had ears like a cat.

“I know you’re in there. Please let me in,” he said through the thick door.

You quickly searched your brain for some sort of lie.

“I-I have a cold. I don’t want to get you sick.”

Satan gave a soft scoff. “Then let me in so I can take care of you.”

He knew you were lying, and you knew he was stubborn. It was one of your favorite things about him, but right now it was biting you in the ass. You knew he wouldn’t give up. He’d get frustrated, his innate quickness to anger sparking in him, but you knew he wouldn’t leave.

Silently, you got up and opened the door. You could feel his blue eyes on you, but you refused to look at him, to see his reaction to your clearly messy face.

But you heard it; the sharp intake of breath as he realized the reality of the situation. He stepped into your room, the action making you take a step back, your movements syncing with his. He closed the door behind him, a little harsher than he intended.

“Hey,” he said. His hands cupped your cheeks. “Hey, hey… what happened?” Satan’s eyes narrowed. “Did one of my idiot brothers do something to you?”

Satan’s mind was already running down the list of possible culprits, and Lucifer, Mammon, and Asmo were automatically in the top three. Lucifer with his harsh arrogance, Mammon with his idiocy and disregard for others, and Asmo with his overly flirtatious and handsy behavior…

But you shook your head in denial, assuaging Satan’s growing suspicions and tempering his fire.

“What is it then?” he asked. He rubbed his hands soothingly along your arms. “What’s wrong?”

You sniffed as embarrassment transformed your body into crossed arms and a downward gaze.

“I-it’s nothing,” you replied.

Satan’s eyes narrowed again. “It’s not nothing.”

“It’s stupid,” you corrected.

He let out a measured sigh, and you knew he was attempting to keep his frustration in check for you.

“It’s not stupid if it’s making you feel like this,” he replied. “Just tell me what it is and we can figure it out together.”

Your arms tightened across your chest, as you forced the words to leave your mouth.

“I…I can’t find anything to wear.”

Satan’s stared at you blankly. “….huh?”

Your words came out in a rush. “Nothinglooksgoodonme.”

Understanding finally dawned in his blue eyes. Then his expression softened. “I have a hard time believing that.”

His response made you feel silly, and you felt fresh tears start to brim your lashes. “It’s true,” you insisted.

His fingers played with the hem of your shirt before drifting lower to pinch the cotton fabric of your pajama pants. “This looks good on you…”

Despite your emotional state, you couldn’t help the way his touch made your skin ignite.

“These are just pajamas,” you replied.

Satan smirked down at you. “Yeah. And they’re sexy.”

You stared down at your frumpy, baggy shirt and loose-fitting pants. Sexy?? Hardly.

“I’ve tried on nearly everything, and I hate all of it,” you continued.

Satan cocked his head to the side curiously. “You hate all of your clothes?”

Your eyes were downcast again as the cold hard truth of what you were feeling transformed into words upon your lips. “No… I hate myself in my clothes.” you muttered.

The playfulness in Satan’s demeanor evaporated, his spine going stiff. “Hey.”

He took your face firmly into his hands and forced you to look up at him. He stared down at you, his brow furrowed and the corners of his lips pulled down into a frown. “Listen to me. You’re beautiful.”

You averted your eyes from his and shook your head in disbelief. If you were beautiful, then why did you feel this way? Why did you feel this painful emptiness, as if there was a part of yourself that you couldn’t find when you looked at yourself in the mirror?

Satan was unwilling to let you run from his intense stare. He followed the gaze of your eyes until he filled your view again. “You’re beautiful,” he repeated.

You vision was blurred now and you shook your head in his hands. “I’m not,” you insisted.

“You are.”

“You’re just saying that to be nice,” you countered. The tears finally slipped free of your lashes, trailing down your cheeks to catch on his thumbs.

Satan let out a gust of air through his nose, his lips pressed into a thin line. “I’m saying it because it’s true. You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his thumbs wiping at the wet tracks on your skin.

You could feel the weight of your sobs returning. Your breaths began to bear the weight of them, heavy and gasping.

“You’re beautiful,” Satan repeated again.

“Stop,” you begged.

“I won’t,” he said softly. “You’re beautiful.”

Over and over again, he repeated it, his voice gentle as he held your face in his hands. Each time you tried to deny it, he repeated it.

“You’re beautiful.”

His lips brushed against your forehead.

“You’re beautiful.”

His lips kissed your cheek.

“You’re beautiful.”

He kissed the tip of your nose.

Finally, you looked into his eyes willingly. “Satan…” your voice was small, and your pitch cracked at the emotions you were clutching tightly to with an iron grip.

He paused just for a moment to stare down at you with a tender smile before his lips met yours, velvety soft and gentle. As you kissed him back, your sobs that’d you been trapping within your chest finally let loose.

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his chest as you cried fresh tears. They soaked into his shirt, leaving dark spots to document your sadness, and to catalogue one of the many ways he loved you. His arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your head as he let you cry against him, his hands rubbing gentle circles on your back.

“It’s okay,” he soothed.

The hole you'd been feeling before was beginning to heal over, filled to the brim by his persistence. You finally pulled way and chuckled as you wiped at your eyes. “I’m sorry… I feel like such an idiot.”

Satan smirked, and tilted your chin up to look at him. “Don’t you start that again.”

“Start what?”

“Putting yourself down.”

You pursed your lips stubbornly. “I mean, I was being a bit of a fool-”

“You’re smart,” he replied, cutting you off.

You froze. “…what?”

Satan’s smirk widened. “You’re smart,” he repeated.

You stared at him. “What’re you…”

“Every time you say something bad about yourself, I’m going to say the opposite. So, do you wanna keep going?”

You clamped your mouth shut, and it only inspired him to kiss you again, a firm peck of his lips against yours.

“That’s what I thought,” he commented.

Satan kissed you again, deeper this time, his lips lingering against yours. That familiar heat bloomed throughout your body again, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He responded in kind, his arms around you tightening as his tongue slipped past your weak defenses to meet your own within your mouth.

The taste of him made your heart skip in your chest and your skin sing. As his mouth moved against yours, his hands slid from your back to your ass cheeks where he pressed you tighter against him. You gasped into his open mouth, and he took your reaction as an invitation to begin walking you backwards towards your bed until your legs hit the edge and sent you falling backwards. His body followed yours until you were caged by him. You could feel the pile of discarded clothes beneath you, and you couldn’t help but feel amused at how Satan’s desire for you in this moment contrasted so sharply with the meaningless fabrics.

Satan pulled away just a fraction to stare down at you with lust-blown eyes, his cheeks colored pink.

“Do you still want to go out?” he asked, his voice lower now.

You stared up at him, a grin now on your lips as the ghosts of tears dried on your cheeks and dew-dropped lashes.

“No,” you replied.

Satan’s hand slid down to your thigh and gripped it, pulling it up to allow him to nestle himself between your legs.

“Good,” he whispered. “Neither do I.”

#obey me satan #OM satan #satan x reader #satan x y/n #satan x mc

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n0tamused · 2 months

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"Amoris"

A/N: I miss my husband y'all. Made this as an oc x canon thing but I took out any names or descriptions so it can be read as x reader. We all deserve soft Nanami

Content: blind reader, female reader, post Shibuya - Nanami lives, they're enjoying their time in Malaysia now, soft Nanami

Word count: 978

Warnings: Scars? Besides that, nothing.

Long arms of midnight blue embrace the once azure skies, taking them into their slumbering hold. A soft light emanates from the young moon hanging overhead, drawing and calming the breathing waves that swallow up the beaches lick by lick.

The sight is one of its kind, and one the two dreamed off for years beforehand. They could only dream about how refreshing the salty air would be, and how the sound of the sea would lull them to sleep every night, how the summer rains will water the plants hanging from their windows and how lovely it would be to hold hands through all of it.

Nanami’s calloused hands draw the long curtains over the window after catching one final glimpse of the view outside, humming along with the tune that plays on the phone radio. When he turned to face the bed he saw her sitting comfortably against the headrest, a young little tabby kitten taking much interest, and taste, in her fingers as it let out playful yowls and meows, nibbling at her digits. His beloved giggled, her eyes pointed downward but staring at nothing, the small little scars that sprawled around her eyes had faded, but they were still there, and proof of what hardships she faced. Long lashes flutter shut as she gives up on trying to get the kitten off of her hand, simply letting one fingertip stay lodged between its small pointy teeth, feeling how he tried to chew and bite. “Kenntoo” she called into the air, hearing him move about, his humming following him along. He always seemed to make it a point to do his activities a bit louder than he needed to, simply to let his presence be known to her so she knew he was still there.

“Yes, my dear?”

“It’s time to go to sleep, I hardly got hold of you the entire day today” says (Y/N), breathing in deeply and letting her sigh fall heavy from her lips, as if to make a point. The kitten in her hands lets out a meow that sounded more like a squeal instead, making him turn his head to the two on the bed. “See? Even he agrees, he’s calling you over- Na Na Miiiii” she teases, barely hiding a smile from her lips as she feels the kitten's body, turning it around to face away and lifting it up into the air. Her smile widens as she feels Kento’s big hands take the kitten from her, inevitably touching her own hands. “You both seem so needy today, I can’t have been absent for that long, right?” The bed dips beneath his weight as he takes a seat beside her stretched legs, and the kitten is promptly placed into his lap for a short while. Big strokes over the little furry head and body leaving the kitten purring loudly. She nudges his hip with her foot when she finds it, asking for more attention to be cast to her.

“We had a perfect chance to sleep in this morning, yet you got up so early. And for what?” she points her words at him, curling her knees to her chest before scooting closer to where she felt him, one hand stretching out and landing on his bicep first. Then the hand crawled up to his shoulder, holding herself there. “Besides the kitten surprise, what else do you have going on?” she asked with a soft sigh, squeezing his shoulder as if that would squeeze and answer out of him. He chuckles, letting the kitten jump to the floor before he turns his body towards her, taking her hands in his. “What could I have going on? I can’t keep anything from you, even the cat was hardly any surprise” “Only because he was meowing from his box” “Pfft”

“But no, seriously. You’ve been working a lot.. and I miss you, Ken” Her voice had mellowed out, and with his guidance she made his lap her seat, her hands climbing up his chest before cupping his cheeks. The feeling has her smiling bigger, her heart catching up in her throat. One hand can feel the scarred skin from the burns he had sustained, and the other is met with smoother skin, both equally warm to the touch, both his cheeks lead up to the brows she mapped out with her fingertips before moving to his temples. He falls silent, holding his words on the tip of his tongue as he lets her touch his face.

Her fingers go to his hairline, carding through the golden locks before dropping to his earlobe, and with a fingertip on each side she traces the high cheekbone up to the base of his nose, and then a single finger goes to his lips, and he swears he can feel his heart leave him completely. It escapes his chest and runs to her embrace. Finally, he moves, taking hold of her wrist to keep it still while he kisses her fingertip, and gently he turns her hand over to show her palm so he could place kisses onto it. “I missed you too, so much” Kento replied, taking the other hand to and making her cup his cheeks again while he turned his head and kissed this hand and then the other, maneuvering them how he saw fit, showing love to each hand that held him so delicately, much delicately than he believed he deserved.

Nanami pulls her closer in his lap, and before he could initiate it, he already felt her soft lips find a corner of his own. Both of them burst into a quick chuckle that gets muffled by a proper kiss, now landing on his lips and it quells their feelings of yearning.

“Mm, let’s get to bed now, hm? And I can tell you what I was up to today, alright?”

I didn't write in a while, so I hope this is alright <3

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setsugekka · 1 year

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『paradise lost』 ; 05

❝ pull the trigger ❞

↳ during one lazy day around the loft, hongjoong brings something new and exciting to the table: a very special guest star, trusted and provided with ease.

the problem? well, you don’t think there is one—until you meet the man himself, hongjoong’s best friend since college and trouble personified—jung wooyoung.

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『 pairing 』 : jung wooyoung x fem!reader, kim hongjoong x fem!reader x jung wooyoung

『 genre 』 : romance, explicit sexual content.

『 rating 』 : mature

『 word count 』 : 14.6k

『 warnings 』 : sexually explicit content: m/f/m threesome!! men touching and kissing too, penetrative sex (protected & not), oral sex (m+f), wooyoung is a huge tease (w/ a huge cock), dirty talking and heavy flirting, cat & mouse games, mc wants wooyoung and he won’t let her have him.

If you were honest — things with Hongjoong had become comfortably routine.

A few months now after the fated trip to Japan, the two of you had settled into what could only be described by any onlooker as delightfully domestic. Unsure of how exactly it had come about, more and more of your belongings had started finding their ways into Hongjoong's loft without ever really finding their way back out of it. Nights or weekends spent at your best friends place quickly found to be turning into weeks at a time — neither of you acknowledged it with any verbal telling.

You acknowledged it by never taking your things home. Hongjoong acknowledged it by bringing more dressers and clothing racks for your items.

Legally, you didn't live there. Figuratively might be a different story, however.

The nights spent apart became fewer and further between, along with the ones spent without Hongjoong between your knees.

Even still, with the man comfortably lodged between your legs even now — it's nothing sexual: carefully balancing a plate of cheese and crackers on your stomach as he picks at it, completely spaced out aside from his attention on the film before you, looking down at him calms you — a sense of serenity you've realized that you never had found in another person. Not really. Not like this.

Whatever this was.

Lazily bringing your hand down and atop his head, fingernails grazing over his scalp and the shortened hair beneath — now adorning similarly cut hair from Japan but of a dark blue color — it pulls his attention, albeit briefly, and you can tell from the gleam in his eye precisely why it does.

Hongjoong looks up at you from over the plate, grinning just before stuffing another slice of cheese into his mouth, “Are you trying to start something?”

You weren't really. You weren't against it, but it wasn't necessarily the intention, even though you knew that it would be taken as such by him.

Shifting along the couch and propping your shoulders up on the ends of the red piece of furniture, Hongjoong reaches out in an attempt to not spill crackers all over his new, white, faux fur rug as you suddenly shift in place beneath the both of them. Meeting eyes, he squints — as if trying to read your mind from the place he remains, nestled between your legs.

“Boring you already?” he says, placing the plate onto the table just beside you and bringing his hands up and underneath your sweatshirt. The feeling of his soft hands never failing to send chills up your spine, if it weren't an asinine question to begin with then this action would have certainly served as a reminder.

“Of course not, what?” you answer back quickly, trying to play it cool as if not completely melting beneath his rather benign touch. “Because I'm not jumping you every second of the day?” you add, breath hitching at the very particular press of a finger tip into the underside of one of your breasts — his eyes still glued to your face to gauge your response.

He takes pause before replying again, watching the way that your body betrays you in a way. You know that he's enjoying the foreplay, even before it's really foreplay; the way your skin raises under his touch and breath shifts, eyes fluttering and pulling away from his strong gaze — you say that you don't want him, and that may have been true in the moment, but you and him both know that that is subject to change at a moment’s notice, and he holds all of the power in doing so.

And thank fuck for that, you often think to yourself.

Hongjoong pushes your sweatshirt up and off of your tummy — only exposing a bit of the skin around your belly button and pulls himself up the length of your legs just enough to grant himself the ability to press his lips to the skin there — light kisses peppering your abdomen and you hate the way that he has you liquefying under his touch each and every time. Well, you don't hate it, but you wish you could at least make it a little less obvious how easy it was sometimes.

Soft hands reaching back down and around your waist, snaking ever so slightly up your back, he stills and looks up at you from beneath long eyelashes — lips still delicately attached to your skin, as if speaking directly to it there.

“What's something new you'd like to do?”

The question is a little confusing in the moment because there isn't much that the two of you haven't done by now. A handful of items still on the bucket list, sure, but your sex life together was still new and budding and well within the throes of the honeymoon period — frankly, you found it a little bizarre for him to be asking how to spice it up already. That is, until:

“Something you desire,” he adds, pressing lips firmer to your skin again and all the while his eyes remaining locked on yours. “Someone else? A guest?”

The way it drops from Hongjoong's lips is sinful and sounds almost as if it had been something he had rehearsed before. The sexiest way to ask about adding another person into the bedroom without entirely putting the other off; obviously, an impossible task to have 100% success with, but the man was nothing if not crafty...if not sexy.

He certainly managed it.

You swallow hard in response to the question and you watch the way he studies your face intently, trying to pick up on any and all nuance to the way that you feel as a result before your verbal response. A wise choice, given the incredible lack of actual, thorough communication between the two of you.

Sometimes you worry how much worse the both of you would be if not for the innate ability to simply understand.

Suppose that you don't respond fast enough, Hongjoong quickly scrambling to pick himself up and off of you and in a shaky haze of insecurity that you're not sure that you have ever really seen present on him before, an attempt to explain away what it was that he had just presented to you.

But you don't need him to explain it away, you need him to explain it more.

“Joong,” you finally interrupt his onslaught of cautious wavering and constant apologizing. Your voice steady and calm in such a way that you can tell it catches him off guard. “It's okay.”

“I just figured since you're having sex with other people still—“

The singular use of the word “you” not lost on you in the moment, and absolutely a slip of the tongue on Hongjoong's part. You find it sort of charming the way that his tough, calculated exterior continues to fall by the wayside the longer the both of you remain involved with one another on...whatever level that it is that you're involved in.

“Yeah, and it is fine,” you reply, grabbing one of his flailing arms and pulling him back down and against you on the couch, “Just...surprised. It's not every day the guy I'm having sex with asks me if I want to have sex with someone else with him.”

You pause for a moment, realizing that he had never actually stated the terms and conditions of such a thing, and turning your head towards him — now face to face with you and wedged between you and the back of the couch, he quickly settles back into his mischievous self, smirking at you while he watches the wheels turn in your head at the possible implications.

“...With you, right?” you add, unsure in tone. Hongjoong continues watching you with one corner of his mouth starkly upturned. Devilish.

“Well,” he starts with a sigh, flinging his free arm over your chest and twirling free strands of your hair around his fingers. “History tells me that you don't need my help fucking other people without me so not sure why you'd need me for that, darling.”

In moments like these, you find it completely indiscernible just how much your romp with Yunho truly stuck with Hongjoong. Through all of the playful jabs and coy remarks, you can only assume that in these moments where he feels as though he has no choice but to comment on it, that it comes deep from a place that you find entirely dark and unfamiliar: a place of genuine, unforeseen, and wickedly unsettled hurt.

Like a pot reaching a boiling over point, trying to release the pressure of holding it in without really losing control. Kim Hongjoong was calm, collected, and quite possibly entirely damaged in his own right.

But aren't we all.

Elbowing him in response, he leans in towards you again, pressing a few light kisses to your jaw — the only place in which he can reach in the moment and at the angle at which he lie, fingers still wrapping in your hair, and it's so easy to melt into him each and every time.

“Yes, with me,” he makes clear finally, his breath hot against the skin of your face, and you're unsure if this moment is being treated as foreplay — the way he's touching and talking to you — the erection against your thigh saying one thing, but if you're honest, Hongjoong is just about insatiable in that aspect, not necessarily indicative of anything in particular except for being in your presence and having the ability to have his hands on you. “If you'd like, we don't have to.”

And you can tell from his voice that he means it. That Hongjoong is bringing this up because he thinks that it might actually be genuinely fun — not even particularly for him, but more so for you. A man that exudes comfort and safety, you know that you have the ability to say 'no' to this without there being an adverse reaction, that Hongjoong will carry on as though nothing ever happened.

You wonder if deep down, the part of him that finds itself chronically hurt by your intimacy with Yunho actually hopes for your decline of the offer: a part of him but a slave to a man too proud to succumb to it.

Unfortunately, you're not yet strong enough not to take the bait, as it were.

You bring a hand back up and into his hair again, nails digging into his scalp with just the right intensity that you know the sensation goes straight to his dick — you figure that he's already using the conversation as foreplay so what's playing along a little bit?

“How do we go about finding someone for this little endeavor? I've done threesomes before but, I was the extra not the coup—“

You pause before finishing the word, realizing exactly what it was that you were about to say. For all intents and purposes, you know that the verbiage is correct, and doesn't necessarily imply anything particularly deep.

But it's still a lot in the moment. “You know, I was the guest.”

If Hongjoong notices then he ignores it, which you're thankful for as he carries on in spite of it. “You've done a threesome before? Wow...look at you!” before playfully slapping your arm in shock.

“Yes, I had a sex life before you, Joong, imagine that.”

“Hardly,” he devilishly responds, “and you likely won't have much of one after me.”

You hate that that feels sort of correct thus far.

Hongjoong presses another few kisses to your jaw before grinding what is now quite the prominent hardness of his dick against your leg, as if insinuating that he's more than ready for this particular bit of the conversation to be over — driven home by his free hand slinking down the length of your body and deft fingers gently beginning to play with the button at the front of your jeans.

“I actually know a guy who might be a good fit,” he says against your skin, voice lowered and quite evidently laden with desire for you. “He's kind of annoying, though.”

You chuckle at the end of his sentence, pulling back slightly to look down at him before he allows himself to truly get carried away in the moment. “Why would you write a recommendation for someone that you also refer to as annoying?” you ask.

You feel Hongjoong finally pry the button on your pants loose — it's time to hurry the end of this conversation along, for both of your sake.

“He's just particular, a little eccentric,” Hongjoong states, the feeling of his burning fingertips grazing against the skin of your stomach and slowly disappearing into the band of your underpants. “He would be a good fit, though. I've known him for years, he's done this before, too.”

You're barely listening at this point, hardly caring about anything having to do with Hongjoong's weird friend with the way that his hand effortlessly glides down and against your skin, breath heavy and humid on your jaw and neck.

“You'll have to court him.”

Eyes snapping open, it's not the idea of courting a man that has you appalled or anything, you're more than willing to do that, but you wonder why it is that Hongjoong thinks a guy like this would be a good addition to the current sexual arrangement, aside from just having had experience in the matter.

But when his middle finger sinks down just a bit further, the attention to detail washes away just as quickly as it had come to you.

In a few gentle circles of his fingertip, Hongjoong's lips attach to your neck, and you're absolutely no longer interested in participating in the conversation any further tonight, but you figure it's only polite to wrap it up properly.

“Fine,” you whisper, voice catching in your throat ever so slightly. “What's his name?”

“Jung Wooyoung.”

Calling the whole thing bizarre may have been an understatement.

Smoothing your palms over the sides of your long, fitted black dress — you find it a bit cute how dressed you are, all things considered: it was a date in which you're meant to be seducing someone, and yet you opt for a garment in which little skin is shown. A deep inhale while looking at your reflection in the mirror — your mild discomfort is present in your choice of dress. Uncertainty. Wanting to take a step forward but not feeling bold nor confident enough with it all to really go all out, or tits out, for that matter.

And adding to it all; stepping out of the large bathroom of Hongjoong's loft dressed and ready to go on a date with another man — a date that he set up for you.

But he was not accompanying you, you were on your own tonight. Straight into the lion's den, as it were.

Canvases and oil paints sprawled all across the hard floor of your now seemingly shared place, the juxtaposition of how the both of you were intending to spend your nights makes you chuckle under your breath: Hongjoong looking a bit like someone’s kid son playing arts and crafts while the adults go out to play. Looking up, his eyes wash over your figure and it brings a heated flush to your cheeks, once again nervously palming over your dress to smooth out wrinkles that were never there to begin with.

“Wow,” he exclaims, muffled and with a paint brush between his teeth before pulling it out to continue his thought. “You look amazing.”

“Are you sure you shouldn't come?” you ask again. It's only the third time since he had told you about the date two days ago.

But he shakes his head, “Nah, it's better like this. It'll feel like I'm chaperoning or something. You guys don't need me there.”

An interesting choice of words. You find the entire thing a little incomprehensible, but intriguing nonetheless.

Hongjoong taps the front of his phone to illuminate it, checking the time. “You should go, don't wanna be late.”

“He doesn't like it?” you reply in a sort of mocking tone, but he only looks at you gently and with a nod.

“Your friend sounds like he might be more trouble than he's worth,” you sigh, grabbing your purse and heels and heading towards the front door. “I cannot for the life of me imagine why you insist on this guy.”

“I've known Wooyoung for a long time,” Hongjoong says confidently, dabbing blue paint onto a glass palette as you slip your shoes onto your feet. “He's definitely trouble but it's worth it.”

The sentence feels more telling than perhaps was meant. Have they...done this sort of thing together before? Perhaps a conversation for another night if you're not to be late.

“I trust him,” Hongjoong says suddenly and after you think the topic of conversation has ended. “Yes, he's annoying and there will absolutely be moments tonight where you think it's not worth it but I wouldn't suggest him if I didn't think it was the best for us.”

Us.

Hand pushing open the large doors to the apartment, you begin to exit before one thought suddenly comes to mind. You consider letting it go, not bringing it up at all...but maybe you should.

After all, in situations like this, full transparency is key.

“Should I, uh—“ you begin nervously, Hongjoong's head snapping up from what he had been doing after catching it in your tone, but his eyes on you only causing your resolve to waver more. “Should I...might I...not be coming back here tonight?”

Incredibly awkward, asking the man that you're sleeping with primarily if you should be prepared to spend the night with the other man he has set you up on a date with tonight.

But Hongjoong only laughs, gently shaking his head. “No, don't worry about that. He's not going to fuck you tonight, I'll see you later.”

And for whatever reason, you find that all the more bizarre than the alternative.

In the car ride over, your mind races a million miles a minute. Thoughts of anticipation and nervousness and even guilt, much to your surprise. It's not as if you couldn't, or shouldn't be seeing another man — in fact, you have seen other men since the beginning of your involvement with your best friend, but something about this particular night, this particular scenario, brings twists and turns to your stomach that you hadn't yet experienced. Perhaps it was Hongjoong's involvement in the entire thing: the full disclosure and complete facilitation in the night’s events that brought a bit of a chilled sweat to your neck.

Perhaps it was the fact that he was seemingly completely unmoved, too.

Not that there would ever be a scenario in which you belonged to Hongjoong, if for all intents and purposes the idea of a relationship were to echo the concept, then him sending you off on a date with another man — a man you're intended to court, then one could only assume that perhaps Hongjoong had no interest in you belonging to him at all.

Maybe you were getting the read wrong all of this time. Maybe what the both of you had really was just...a friendship.

Or maybe his sending you off and facilitating the meeting was his idea of flexing a sort of control over the situation — something he lacked with your rendezvous with Yunho. A situation completely out of his hands, no say in the matter any which way.

Maybe he was doing what he felt like he had to in order to keep you around: an assumption that perhaps you will never be fully content in having only him.

And when the car stops in front of the lavish restaurant, you think for a moment that so does the beat of your heart, if only for a split second. Driver exiting the vehicle and opening the back door for you, you slowly climb out and thank him for his time before coyly stepping up and towards the large glass doors. A swanky, high-rise sort of establishment where only the most elite spend time — you feel entirely out of place. You don't look it, and you're thankful for that, but you certainly do feel it, and on the elevator ride to the very top floor — thirty-two — when the metal casing of your demise dings and the doors slide open, you're met with casual, jazz music and low lights from the ceiling.

The setting is certainly apt, you think to yourself, holding your head higher in an attempt to feign confidence, heels clicking on the freshly waxed black tile flooring towards the hostess.

“Hello, I'm here to meet someone?”

The woman smiles brightly towards you, “Sure, their name?”

“She's with me,” a voice calls out from behind the woman, and it feels like it happens in slow motion, the entire scene before you.

Black marble bar only a few feet behind the woman at the desk, you suppose the man now turning and heading toward you had been waiting and listening in on the exchange. You watch him as he faces you — bleached blonde hair slicked back and off of his forehead, save for a strand that you think he might have placed there on purpose for effect, sides shaved to perfection as if he sees his barber everyday — it reminds you of Yunho but in the opposite way, where Yunho cared far less about his appearance in such a meticulous way, it became quite evident to you immediately upon laying eyes on the man that he was quite the opposite, indeed.

Perfectly pressed black slacks, black dress shoes that looked as if they had never even set foot outdoors once, and the fitted, silky, navy blue button down that you were now quite sure had buttons ignored further down the sternum of his chest — you didn't even know him, but you found it difficult to pry your eyes away from the exact place that you were sure he wanted them to land.

All adorned with a black blazer, not a piece of fuzz nor a hair out of place on it, and two beautifully placed freckles on his face — one just under his eye, and the other humorously and distractedly placed just on his bottom lip.

He was good looking. Incredibly so. You silently swore to Hongjoong for being kind of right about this whole thing after all.

“Ah, of course, are you ready to be seated then?” the hostess asks him, and he glances to you for approval. You nod hurriedly, and he grins in response to your eagerness. It's sort of sly already and you're surprised that you not only catch it, but that he sends it out.

The two of you have only met seconds ago...although, suppose the both of you know why it is that you're meeting here tonight.

After having been seated, Wooyoung orders drinks for the table, along with a couple of appetizers for you to pick at over conversation, and once they arrive, the two of you finally settle in.

It feels like a job interview, you think to yourself. Except for some reason, the potential employee is the one conducting the whole thing.

The truth is that Jung Wooyoung radiates the type of slick, cool, collected energy that often makes people nervous without trying. A man wildly confident and with every reason to be, you find him intriguing and sexy already and he's barely even done anything.

You also find him to be a little terrifying.

Wooyoung sits back in his chair, watching you intently as you do the same towards him, only with much stiffer body language. He chuckles under his breath suddenly and with a grin — leaning forward and pressing an elbow into the table — a sort of rude gesture for such an expensive restaurant, but nothing about the man gives off an air that he were ever to be the one to give a damn about what the strangers around him were thinking of him.

“Are you nervous?” he finally asks, chin placed into his palm as he eyes you.

“Umm, a little bit, yeah, I guess so.”

“Do I make you nervous?” he amends his question, this time with one of the corners of his mouth curling upwards.

“I think the whole situation makes me a little nervous.”

That's the truth.

“Because of Joong?” he asks suddenly, and you quickly respond with a “no.”

You're actually not entirely sure if that one's the truth.

You quickly realize over dinner that the problem with Wooyoung is that he is painfully sexy. Your eyes continuously trailing down the opening of his button down, even when you're trying not to — but it's something about his allure that you find captivating in ways that you find unfamiliar and a little bit dangerous. A man that is obviously rich, just like so many of the other men you find yourself involved with — it's not difficult to stumble into the bedrooms of rich men. Hongjoong has money, Yunho has money, but it's something about the way that Wooyoung in particular carries himself that comes off as particularly untouchable — high class and expensive, as if directly pulled out of a Saks Fifth Avenue, or an episode of Sex and the City, it's the type of man that you would never typically even go for — partially because you cannot fathom what you would ever have in common with a guy like this.

Suppose that doesn't matter now, though.

The allure of the self-important, rich guy that you never saw before; you hated the way you desired him based off of next to nothing. Yes, he was funny, and yes, he was wickedly charming — but men like that were everywhere.

It was something particular to him.

You recalled in that moment, Hongjoong insisting that Wooyoung would make it worth it. You hadn't put much thought into what it was that he meant by that exactly until now.

And now, you really want to know.

After the both of you finish eating, Wooyoung leads you to the bar to sit next to one another and continue the consultation process, as it were. You found it impossible not to notice the way so many of the women — and even some of the men — stopped to look at him anywhere he went.

How could one man be this desirable? You wished you could have been the outlier.

Sitting down, the man next to you wastes no time splaying a palm on your thigh. It's gentle and without intent — well, not outwardly sexual intent. There's certainly intent, made evident by the way his eyes narrow sinfully.

“What do you want?” he says, leaning towards you as he whispers it into your ear as to be heard over the music.

The question, paired with the delivery, sends a chill down your spine. You wish you were stronger, and having never been one for one night stands, you wish you were still wanting to remain as such.

But you wanted him, the question only serving as a fast track for your mind to imagine him bending you over the sink in the single use bathroom.

And it's as if he can see into it, fingers ever so gently digging into the flesh of your thigh at the very same time, only to quickly remove himself from you entirely and call out towards the bartender.

This was humiliating. Surely Hongjoong did not know what he was doing...right?

You had to change the trajectory of the night before things got wildly out of control, and fast.

Clearing your throat, you straightened yourself up on the seat as the man next to you finishes ordering another round. Hands once again nervously smoothing over your dress in the spot that Wooyoung had just been in an attempt to wipe away the lingering feeling of him digging into your flesh — even through cloth.

“So,” you begin your re-calibration, “what do you do?”

Wooyoung smiles at the question, leaning back a bit and against his palm once again. “Hongjoong didn't tell you anything about me?”

You figure it might not be in either of your best interest to inform the man that he had been described as “weird” or “annoying,” so you opt out of both. “No, not really. Just said you would be a good—“

You pause, unsure of what the fuck you're saying, exactly.

Wooyoung's eyebrows raise in surprise, head cocking to the side only a bit as if what it was that you had said truly piqued his interest all of a sudden. Of course it did. It was the first time either of you had really addressed the elephant in the room in any way, shape, or form.

Even by accident.

The bartender comes back around to set each drink on the bar before scurrying off to the other side to tend to more patrons — you thank him, Wooyoung still eyeing you much too intently to pry himself away long enough to do the thanking himself.

“A good fit?” he finishes, reaching down and towards his drink and slowly bringing it up to smiling lips, but not before dropping the bombshell of the night that, while certainly and completely unprepared for, you're not sure there ever would have been a time where you were capable of handling it any better.

Rim of the martini glass ever so delicately pressed to his bottom lip — just against the very same birthmark that you can't help but glue eyes to.

“We'll have to test that out then, won't we?”

Thankful that you hadn't yet taken a sip of your drink, the way in which Wooyoung just casually remarks about the physical, literal fit of things makes you sputter — dizzying at the implications of the words. Trying to play it cool, you fake laugh at the words, despite not finding anything about what he had said humorous in the slightest.

You actually found him to be a bit of a terrorist. Did he just imply...the size of his dick to you?

And tonally, you know it to be the case. The ever so slight twist of his lips as he says it and the way he chooses not to make eye contact — as if pretending to not know exactly what it is that he's doing. But he does know, and he knows that you know, as well.

Jung Wooyoung is evil. Pure evil.

And you remember Hongjoong insisting that you weren't going to get fucked tonight, at least not by this man, but all of the signs certainly are pointing to quite the opposite.

But along your best friend's insistence, the boundaries of such an endeavor never really did get discussed. This is meant to be a three party scenario...you're not sure if you're even “allowed” to fuck Wooyoung tonight.

Once again, those blurred dating boundaries find themselves ever present in every minute aspect of your involvement together.

You could text him. You could also just exercise your agency as a single woman and do whatever it is that you wish to do.

Which, in this moment, is get turned inside out by the blonde sitting next to you.

“Let's get you home, shall we?” Wooyoung says as you both finish drinks at just about the same time. “Can I drive you?”

You know you're supposed to be going back to Hongjoong's tonight, if for no other reason than all of your belongings having found their way into a new home, but you're not necessarily thinking with a clear head, either. You agree, stepping out of the restaurant and into the elevator with Wooyoung. You think about how nice it would be if he began touching you then and there — hand snaking up the inside of your thigh, and ever so curious about just how soft those lips feel comparatively to how they look.

But he never does. Standing still and on the other side of the metal box from you, hands in pocket and chewing on a toothpick from the corner of his mouth.

Getting into his car — something new and expensive and released this year of no surprise to you, he presses on the ignition and turns the heated seats on for you as you both buckle up and tells you to plug your address into the navigation system in the center console.

The anticipation bringing a shake to your hand that you hope he doesn't notice. You're neither frightened nor put off, rather feeling reminiscent to your younger and less experienced years — calling back to an earlier time when being with men made you nervous, but now replaced with desire, and want, a visceral want as an adult woman who seeks sex.

The only other time you remember feeling this way is with Hongjoong. The first time. You feel a little guilty at how easily it's been replicated over a couple of drinks and a $125 plate.

And the car ride to your apartment being silent does you no favors, your imagination running wild with all of the ways in which you wish for Wooyoung to have you. From the restaurant bathroom, to the elevator, to the stairwell in your apartment, to your bedroom now — it takes everything you have within you to clear your mind of the thoughts well enough to gather yourself and thank him for dinner and the ride — both of which he insists are no big deal at all, that the pleasure is his, and you wish for nothing more than to really show him exactly what that could mean.

But you know that the both of you are well aware of what this is. You were with Hongjoong when he originally hit Wooyoung up and explained the situation to him. He knows. He knows that he is effectively someone that you are going to have sex with, should it suit him, and you can't imagine why it wouldn't. The both of you being good looking, and obviously into it with the way that he had been flirting so strongly back at the bar. You knew that he knew what he was doing, and if he were even half as perceptive as you were, then he certainly knew that you were dying for it right about now.

“Want to come up for another drink?” you finally ask, grabbing your purse and lazily pressing your head to the headrest of the leather seats, eyes slightly hooded and most definitely giving the 'fuck me' eyes.

He knows. He definitely knows.

And Wooyoung grins wickedly at the proposal. You can see the way his tongue presses to the inside of his cheek as if mulling over the opportunity in his head — running through the pros and cons of partaking in such a dastardly deed.

You still aren't sure of the dubious circumstances of having sex with this man prior to the previously discussed threesome. Whether this was grey area. According to Hongjoong, Wooyoung is well-versed, so surely he knows the “rules” of what is and isn't okay in any such situation.

“No, thank you, have a good night.”

It comes as such a shock that for a moment you think he might be joking. Tongue to cheek still, and almost certainly attempting to subdue a grin in response, now you really are starting to understand what Hongjoong meant when he said this man was annoying.

Of course he wants to, and of course he knows you want to. And yet, he's not going to.

“Where's the fun in that?” he adds, staring forward and out of the windshield before quickly glancing to the side and towards you with a look that absolutely proves the hypothesis.

He's playing the game, you'll have to play along if you really want it.

It's particularly humiliating you find — dialing the taxi to take you to Hongjoong's when you could have just had Wooyoung drop you there to begin with had you not taken it upon yourself to go rogue, in ways.

You're used to playing chess with Hongjoong, but not like this. A game of chess in which there are moments where you feel as though you have the upper hand, and Hongjoong inadvertently leaves too much of himself bare and exposed on the table — you find that everything about this distinct game feels resoundingly out of your own. A game that you've neither played before nor read the rules on, Wooyoung wraps you around his finger before you ever even really know it and then allows you to hang yourself for his viewing pleasure, when thought through the events of the night in such a way, you find that it almost makes you angry. Who is he? Who is he to set you up to fail in such a tragic display. Setting you up only to watch you fail in the end, all because it gets him off. You consider for a moment that perhaps Hongjoong was wrong about Wooyoung after all, that he wasn't the right fit. That it wasn't worth it.

No one likes getting dicked around, after all.

But it's the lingering feeling of blunt fingers pressed into the skin of your thigh again, the heat of his breath next to your ear whispering lowly in an effort to get you to tell him what it is that you want...however it is that he may have meant it in the moment, that softens your resolve once again and has you thinking ‘what if?’

Hongjoong and Yunho — both men happy and willing to give you any and everything your heart desires, especially sexually, at the drop of a hat, the concept of being 'cat and moused,' as it were — while annoying and not something all too familiar to you, also had awakened a certain arousal within you that you find to have been previously unearthed.

And for better or for worse, you can't put the genie back in the bottle.

What's one more date, after all?

It's the second date that you truly come to terms with how in over your head you might really be with one Jung Wooyoung.

You trusted Hongjoong with your life, that much was true. When it came to your physical, emotional, or mental well-being, you knew that your best friend always had you at the forefront of his care and concern.

But he was out of his fucking mind with this one.

It's the next day after your first date with Wooyoung that he texts you and asks you if you'd like to join him for another outing the next week. Without coming off as too interested, you ignore it for half the day and finally reply that you'll see if you can find time in your ever so busy schedule for him, to which he annoyingly laughs and says that he'll pick you up at 19:00 on Thursday. Figure it was worth a shot.

You realize that this time, given the circumstances of the date at hand, that you're actually entirely unsure of whether or not Hongjoong knows of your whereabouts for the evening. The topic never comes up with Wooyoung — brown dress shirt with all of the same buttons missing as the last time and another set of different but presumably equally expensive dress pants, shoes and blazer to match — this time your eye also happens to catch on the gleam of a gold chain hanging daintily around his neck, so thin it could be mistaken for a string if not for the unmistakable logo of an incredibly luxurious jewelry brand adorning the middle of it.

His ostentatious desire to show off his wealth is off-putting in all of the same ways that you're attracted to it: the unabashed display of not caring one way or another what the person next to him may think.

And this evening, you allowed yourself some room to show off: a stringier, moderately revealing garment adorning your torso — less done-up and prudish than the time previous, and you can tell that he notices the moment that you step out of his car and he follows you inside to the next expensive restaurant in which he intends to play his games with you — eyes trailing and lingering, like a predator that just laid eyes upon its prey.

Once seated in a booth of an empty corner of the restaurant, Wooyoung asks you if you're fine with him ordering for the both of you, which you agree to. He makes quick work of it, much to your surprise — as if now a man with an agenda and no time to waste, his haste sets you a bit on edge. He's not particularly messy or lacking control, but rather with an underlying sense of urgency that wasn't present the last time the two of you met one another.

You're intrigued.

Wooyoung scoots closer to you in the booth — black cushion sinking beneath the both of you as he does so just before he stills hip to hip with you, he takes his drink into one hand and nudges for you to do the same, raising them both ever so slightly in cheers at the evening’s plans.

“So,” he starts just after swallowing a sip of his beverage, “what kind of men do you like?”

The question catches you off guard, nearly choking on the sip of your own, and turning to look at the man serves you even less as you catch the way that his eyes dance across the skin that you've made the mistake of lying bare and for his visual consumption.

“Actually, forget that,” he amends, gently placing an open palm on your thigh, just as he had the time before at the bar, the familiar touch lighting a fire against your skin all over again. Wooyoung leans in closer to you, so close that you can feel the heat of his breath against your cheek. “What kind of sex do you like?”

You sort of wish you understood it, or could explain it — why it was that you felt so put off by the man's actions in the moment. The same man that only a week ago you were willing to do just about anything to have him in your space like this, now granting you precisely what it was that you wished for and if you were being completely honest with yourself...it was turning you off of him.

Too much too quickly, perhaps.

And perhaps Wooyoung is as perceptive as you anticipated him to be, just as quickly pulling away from you and creating the space that you were silently asking for — as well as taking the hand on your leg with it.

That could have stayed, you think to yourself.

“I'll start,” he whispers loud enough to be heard over the hustle and bustle of the busy restaurant.

Elbow up against the table and chin resting in his hand all over again, the scene feels familiar, and with that, comforting to some degree. The blonde's gentle gaze meets your eyes softly and allows silence to wash past the both of you for a moment before carrying on. A timeout, of sorts, and much needed by you. You're impressed by his ability to pick up on it, the sexiness you previously thought of him already returning to the way in which you view him.

And it would only get worse the more that he talked.

“I like to be versatile,” he starts, taking the martini glass between his fingers and thumb and holding it up near his lips but without intent to sip from it. “I like to play the part of a missing piece, whatever is needed of me, I'm happy to give it.”

“So you're a switch,” you say confidently, only to watch him shrug and a small tug take one of the corners of his mouth...as if you had only begun unraveling all of the layers of one Jung Wooyoung.

You didn't think that to be far off from the truth.

“Something like that. I simply consider myself to be good at all positions.”

His tone drops at the last few words, dripping with lust. Your arousal notices it, as well.

“There's very little that I haven't done, and just about as much that I won't still do,” he adds, now sipping from his drink, your eyes glued to the way his tongue glides over his slick bottom lip and you can't help but think of how his mouth might look covered in a different kind of wetness. “A lot of people think they're good at everything, I know I am.”

Your eyes slowly drop down to the button-less expanse of his exposed chest, the chain that you once found gaudy now dangling in a way that entices you towards desiring more just where it lie.

Wooyoung's hand snakes its way back onto your thigh and you just about jump into his touch as he does so, fingers pressing over a bit further than before. Closer to the apex of your legs but without any actual intent to touch you there.

It's working. Whatever it is that he had set out to do, it was working. You were putty in his hands, just like that — before you ever even knew what had hit you.

“That's why Hongjoong said I was the right fit.”

Hearing his name jolts you back to reality in a way that you could never anticipate, the immediate feeling of guilt settling in your chest, as if you're doing something wrong; then having to be talked down by logic.

You don't even notice Wooyoung lean in towards you, closing the distance between your bodies again before whispering against your ear, “And if they don't deserve it, I don't give it to them.”

It's a power display, for sure. Alluding to the cat and mouse game, and Hongjoong having warned you that Wooyoung would need to be courted — this isn't news to you. You're unsure whether or not you're winning, however — Wooyoung's hand slipping painfully slowly and further down between your thighs as warm breath tickles your skin, as humiliating as it would be you want nothing more than to allow your legs to fall apart and let him finally have his way with you.

But you don't really think he would, anyways. All part of the game.

When dinner arrives, you're not sure if you're thankful for it or not as Wooyoung pulls away and speaks to the waiter as if nothing had ever happened. You wished for the ability to feel the same — but the wet spot in your panties unwilling to allow you to get away with such a fib.

On the drive home — once again facilitated by the man himself — you know not to expect anything this time. In fact, you're well aware of how the end of the evening will turn out after the last time, engaging in futile attempts to not think of all of the same things you had been thinking of same as the last, in addition to all of the extra ways in which the man beside you had insisted on torturing you this evening, to some degree there was a bit of comfort in knowing precisely how the night was going to end. No more games, no more 'what ifs.'

Vehicle stilling on the side of the road just a bit down from your apartment building, Wooyoung turns off the ignition and turns to you, evil intent written all over his features. Now, you're not so sure.

“Come here.”

It's just above a whisper, and you know exactly what it is that he means by the request, all but jumping across the center console and placing your face into one of his palms with ease as he leans forward to meet you — his lips soft and plush just as you had anticipated them to be, the sudden and unexpected contact immediately ignites that fire in your groin — the anticipation, the want, the need for him to touch you, only exacerbated by the way his teeth gently graze your bottom lip in a slow and sensuous kiss. You realized in the moment that you hadn't put much thought into how he would kiss, but that the tenderness he currently exhibited not be what you would have expected.

Perhaps you would have been projecting.

In only a few more moments, Wooyoung is shrugging his blazer off of his shoulders while still seated in the driver's side of his car, followed quickly by the motion for the both of you to climb into the backseat.

This isn't what you had expected — if even on a base level you hadn't been expecting to have sex with him tonight, you certainly weren't expecting it to be in the backseat of his horrifically expensive car. But who are you to judge.

You find yourself barely settled into the backseat before Wooyoung has you by the ankles, pulling you down and lengthwise along the beige seating, only to quickly snake soft hands up the length of your legs and curling fingers into the elastic band of your panties. The heaviness of the circumstances making you reel, you realize that you're still not entirely sure if this is okay to be doing, given everything, but you're far too taken with desire for him to really think it through much further — throwing caution to the wind as you pry your legs apart for him to settle between while his hands make quick work of his belt with a loud clanking sound that you're sure could wake the neighbors.

It's now that his mouth works yours with more haste, once calm kisses against your lips now met with teethy, sloppy biting and nibbling — occasionally trailing down and against your jaw if for no other reason than to taste you. It's dizzying the effect that this man has on you in the moment, recalling back only a few hours prior where for a moment you thought that you might not have any interest in him at all anymore.

Now? Now you'll beg if it's desired of you.

In the darkness of the backseat, you're mostly unable to see him, only feeling and hearing the motion of him pushing his slacks down only enough to expose himself for what's necessary, the throbbing between your legs heightening in excitement, Wooyoung leans down and against your body again, propped up by one hand against the car door as the other blindly fishes for the side of your panties, only to push it away for plans soon to come.

Teeth dragging along the skin of your neck, then up and to your jaw again, you feel him grin into your skin, a finger teasingly prodding at your folds.

“Is Hongjoong going to be upset?”

Aside from the question in and of itself, Wooyoung's tone sounds almost sing-songy, as if playing a game. Like it's dirty talk to bring it up.

Like he hopes you'll say yes. But you don't.

And that's the wrong answer.

Feeling him still from over you, Wooyoung plants a few more kisses onto your skin as if to tell you that it's okay, that you didn't do anything wrong, and that this is all a part of the plan. The game. You get it, you understand him by now, but fucking hell.

“Ah,” he whispers, pulling himself up and tucking himself back into his slacks before buttoning them and gently pulling your dress back down and over your undergarments. “Perhaps I'm not that interested just yet, then.”

A tease. You can hear it in his fucking voice. All a game to him, really.

It happens like a whirlwind, hardly able to recall the details of it in your incredibly heightened and horny state — only the lingering memory of a blonde man grinning at you from his driver's side window as you try to make your way back up to your apartment in one piece. Wooyoung tells you to text him when you get in, to make sure you're safe, even though you're only a few feet out from your place, anyways.

And under normal circumstances, texting this man again you would not, but these are far from normal circumstances, and if Jung Wooyoung knows how to do anything, he can make you need it, on a deeply instinctual level.

And need it you do.

On Saturday, you have a lunch date with your best friend.

Gripping your coat tightly upon entering the building, attempting to shield yourself from the outside wind, a wave of relief hits you once enveloped by the warmth that the cafe brings you. Inviting and comforting — even more so once your eyes land on Hongjoong, seated in a corner next to a large, indoor plant and with a latte already in hand.

“Hey, sorry I'm late.”

Hongjoong shakes his head, “You’re not, I already ordered for you.”

You thank him, and before you even have a chance to sit, the barista announces the readiness of your drink. Rushing over, you thank them and head back to the table, finally seated and sighing as if you had just run a marathon.

The past week or so certainly felt that way.

You know that this meeting is a check in, of sorts. That he's curious about how things are ‘going.’ That even if he had been informed from the other side, that Hongjoong would always make it a point to check in with you, as well. You appreciated the sentiment.

But you weren't entirely sure what to tell him, either.

Lines long ago muddled and blurry in pretty much all directions: you and Hongjoong, you and Wooyoung, Wooyoung and Hongjoong, especially — you couldn't be sure how much information needed to be presented — how much was too much?

“So,” he starts, white mug pressed to his lips and looking up at you over it. “How are things with Wooyoung?”

You want to believe that Hongjoong would never set you up to fail. That he would never play games, would never test you.

Shifting in your chair, hesitant on how to answer the question for numerous reasons and tracing your thumb over the rim of your own mug — you finally land on a decision.

The truth.

“I don't know if it's going to work out.”

Sipping his drink, you watch as one of his eyebrows cocks up, as if confused by the response he has just received. Swallowing his beverage, he sets the mug back down, but decides against interjecting right away as silence takes the table that the both of you are sat at.

And then he laughs.

Back pressing against the chair and arms folding, Hongjoong looks a little bit as though he had expected this result to some degree. Perhaps he had.

“I know how Wooyoung is, he's difficult, I get it,” he says casually, and in the moment you almost wish he was aware of the torment that the man in question had been putting you through. Maybe then he wouldn't be so nonchalant about the whole ordeal, but Hongjoong carries on with the thought. “He plays games, likes to be chased, likes to feel like he has the upper hand—“

You want to cut him off and scream about how he has no fucking clue, but suppose he does, given his recital of it to you currently. You bite it back.

“—If it feels too easy, too attainable, too...how do I say? If there's nothing exciting to it he sort of loses interest quickly.”

“So he doesn't like people who want to fuck him? Does this not register as some sort of red flag to you?” you reply.

Hongjoong chuckles again, “It’s not like that, he definitely likes when people want him, that's sort of the entire thing for him. Loves being desired, but that comes easy to him — gotta give him some extra spice to toy with.”

You don't like the way that the word ‘spice’ falls from your best friend's mouth, tonal ambiguity that simultaneously implies that he knows exactly what it is that he's talking about. It causes you to wonder just how it is that Hongjoong knows so much about the man, that yes — you are aware they are friends and have been for many years, but why is it that you had never been made privy until now?

Maybe best left unknown, Yumeko serving as a still rather fresh reminder that attaining all of the knowledge does not always placate.

It's the concept of ‘spice’ that brings you back to only a few nights back in front of your apartment building, Wooyoung between your legs, exposed, and finally willing to give you precisely what it was you had been wanting.

Until of course, you told him that Hongjoong wouldn't be mad about it.

“How annoying,” you finally reply after a few moments of quiet, and Hongjoong nods, pulling himself forward and taking his latte back into his hands. “Oh, I agree.”

“Is it worth it?” you ask with a sigh as eyes look up and towards you again through long eyelashes across the table.

“Probably.”

On the third date — which you reluctantly agree to and only do so at the insistence of your bestie, with two weeks’ time having passed since the second, you find that time truly does solve so many problems. Desire having waned and taking a backseat to the practicality of the situation, you comfortably reside in the passenger seat of his car as Wooyoung takes the both of you to a remote wooded area just outside of the city — a beautiful view, and obviously somewhere that he's scouted out before, you can't help but wonder how many people he's brought here before — not that it matters, but it appears as though Wooyoung's whole entire being is simply wrapped up in being served in some way or another. Socially, financially, sexually — and perhaps all equally interchangeable to him.

Wooyoung opens the bottle of wine with a pop, carefully pouring the both of you a glass before setting it down beside the car and leaning against the front hood of his car next to you — both wordlessly gazing out upon the sights of the city, often unseen from this distance.

“I can't believe I've never come out here before,” you say after a sip of wine. “It's beautiful.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, turning his sights towards you. “Quiet, secluded—“ the hand closest to you delicately pressing up and onto the inside of your thigh. You still at the touch, truthfully, you had forgotten what him touching you felt like.

It didn't take much effort for him to reignite that flame all over again.

“—No one can hear you.”

Wooyoung inches towards you more, closing the distance between the two of your bodies while simultaneously taking the glass from your hand and only dipping down and off of the car long enough to set them onto the ground and out of the way, now standing in front of you he grasps you by the ankles, gently pulling you down the hood and towards him, settling your legs on either side with a smirk. Evil. You can't even allow yourself to be excited for whatever it is to come, completely unsure of how he plans to leave you high and dry tonight.

But when he kisses you again, the need to protect oneself just as quickly melts away — instantaneously recalling all of the ways in which the man had you wrapped around his finger to begin with — aching and breathless, the only thoughts in your head now along the lines of doing any and everything it takes to get what you want.

You hate to think that that conversation with Hongjoong over afternoon brunch may have given you the keys to getting fucked by his friend tonight. Absolutely bizarre, and still entirely gray area.

Dominant hand snaking up the inside of your thigh and disappearing under your skirt as teeth trail down your jaw and to your neck, you don't even bother to make an effort to mask your desire for him — it's evident that he's into the fact, that your wanting him this bad in turn makes him want you, so when his finger hooks into the side of your panties and the flat of another presses against your wetness, you allow yourself the luxury of moaning. Too long and too much teasing up until this point, you need him. You need him to know it, too.

So elated at his touch, you almost don't even hear your phone buzzing, just poking out from the top of your purse lying next to the both of you. Almost.

Wooyoung doesn't stop, but you glance down to see who it is. Your insistence in doing so causes the man attached to your skin to do the same — your reactions to the information, however, show to be quite different as you feel his teeth bear against you as the result of a grin.

Hongjoong.

“Ignore it.”

You have half a mind not to, because you don't typically ignore Hongjoong. Not that you never have, but the other part of you is merely thankful that Wooyoung not instruct you to take the call.

Wooyoung brings another finger down, now pressing two of them slowly but intently inside of you, and the unexpected intrusion has you seeing stars, the moan you had intended to let out merely getting caught in your throat and sounding far more strangled than ever intended.

“Oh,” he sings out and against your neck, “Good girl, you listen so well.”

And you know that he feels the way you tighten against his fingers, thankful that he chooses not to verbally acknowledge it.

It's embarrassingly quick that Wooyoung has you unraveling in the palm of his hand, head thrown back and arms barely able to keep yourself mounted in place as your thighs shake around him as you cum — you don't snap out of it quickly either, grasping his mouth into yours and a hand gripping into his dress shirt once you gain the ability to hold yourself up — a desperate, non-verbal plea for more: he's taken it this far, surely he doesn't have the strength to hold back, the fortitude to deny the both of you further.

Maybe if he were any other man.

But Wooyoung pulls away from you, gently prying your fingers from the fabric adorning him and smiles — a smile that says that you did good, and that he has every intention of carrying on.

Not now, though. Not yet.

“Come to mine on Friday,” he says, voice low and nearly a whisper, conveying that he plans on giving you precisely what it is that you've wanted from him all this time.

Hand once again finding its way up your skirt, a finger playfully toying with the wet spot on your panties — still so sensitive from the orgasm just a few minutes prior. “You'll come over, yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” you whimper out, humiliated by the way this man has broken you down and rendered you completely pliable in his hand. “Just tell me when.”

“Oh, I will,” he answers back, finger still tracing the lightest circles over you and leaning in to whisper against your ear.

“I give good direction.”

Friday night.

You had forgotten what it felt like, anxiety related indigestion caused by the anticipation of the unknown, but the car ride over serves you a stark reminder of the fact. Picking at the skin around your nails only to force yourself to stop — and just as quickly start up again, it's the gnawing feeling in your gut that reminds you that you aren't really sure what it is that you have agreed to tonight.

Obviously, consent isn't a concern. You trusted Wooyoung well enough and felt comfortable with him — that if it were a safety concern of any kind, Hongjoong never would have suggested the man to begin with.

It's simply the unknown of it all, sinking like a rock in your stomach and only coming loose to do the occasional, nauseating flip.

Another somewhat flashy dress, cut even a bit lower than the ones previously, as if your willingness to present skin to him a visual timeline of the way that the situation had progressed — you pressed a fallen strap up and onto your shoulder once again from where it had fallen upon exiting the taxi, now standing in the busy and bustling sidewalk in front of Wooyoung's undoubtedly wildly expensive condo.

The irony of your anxiety: he was almost certainly, finally going to fuck you.

The longest elevator ride of your life, considering Wooyoung only lived on the 17th floor. The ding of the arrival reminding you of the first night that you met the man, and how your uncertainty that night paled in comparison to now. You didn't know what to expect then, and somehow upon spending more time with him...you knew what to expect even less now.

1704.

Surprisingly quickly after knocking, Wooyoung opens the door and greets you with a smile. Purple, silken dress shirt and a nice pair of slacks as usual, it's a familiar sight, except for the way his hair isn't done to perfection this time — wavy and to the sides, you find that it's surprisingly adorable, and gives him a far more approachable visual appeal than how he typical likes to carry himself. You can't help but wonder why it is he chose tonight to unveil the look.

That is until you step inside of his apartment.

You don't even notice it at first, not anticipating having to glance around for anything out of the ordinary, so it's only after you remove your heels and set your bag down that the site of the other, navy blue haired man seated in the living room nearly brings you to a screeching halt. Emphasis on the screeching.

What the fuck?

And you quickly come to realize that Oh, it's happening. It's happening now.

“Ya know,” Hongjoong says, arm thrown over the back of the black leather couch to grant him the leverage to turn to look over it at you. “I thought you might not come.”

But Wooyoung chuckles at that. “I knew she would.”

Dizzying is an understatement, and you're not entirely sure how you feel about them having sprung this on you like this. You expected the next step to be a full on conversation, not simply being invited into it unbeknownst to you. A conversation you'd have to have with Hongjoong later. After the fact.

Well, you weren't upset enough to leave, of course.

Did...Hongjoong know you had been invited over tonight under the assumption that you would be having sex with Wooyoung — and only Wooyoung?

Too many questions swimming around in your head and not enough time to sort through them before the blonde man takes you by the hand and walks you over towards the living room, adjacent to your best friend. Delicately handing you a glass of champagne, he allows you a moment to take a sip from the glass before bringing a hand up and to the side of your face — thumb grazing over the skin before pulling you into his for a kiss.

But it feels weird. Weird with Hongjoong there, watching it happen. Watching his friend kiss you with intent to do much more. You try to lean into it, play along as best you can in hopes that you'll get into it and your reluctance will melt away with time.

Jung Wooyoung is far too perceptive for his own good, however.

Pulling away from you slowly, he looks into your eyes gently, accompanied with a soft smile. You think that in that moment, it's the first time that he's looked at you without an undercurrent of nefarious intent. Instead, a once wicked and alluring man is replaced with someone gentle and kind.

You find the duality alluring in and of itself. Of course, no one is one thing all of the time, such is humanity, but not everyone is always so keen on letting people see all of the sides of themselves. A man with a tough and expensive image, but so willing to let it fall away with ease in an attempt to elicit comfort and understanding.

Maybe you were starting to see what Hongjoong had seen.

“Don't worry,” he whispers to you, carefully stepping back. Watching as he strides towards Hongjoong, you patiently await whatever it is that he plans on unveiling to calm your nerves. “I'll make sure we're all comfortable.”

You don't know what that means, exactly.

Watching Wooyoung intently as he stills in front of Hongjoong — still looking at you briefly before finally pulling his eyes from you and setting down on the man in front of him, it surely happens in slow motion, it simply must be in slow motion as he sinks down and to his knees in between Hongjoong's legs. You watch his hands trail up familiar legs, easily recalling the way that it feels from both sides before Wooyoung's fingers grip into the sides of Hongjoong's jeans and begin their descent down.

You've got to be hallucinating now.

And for your viewing pleasure, the blonde man wastes no time taking Hongjoong into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and slowly bobbing along the other man’s length. You watch the way one of Hongjoong's hands finds its way into blonde hair, pulling it up and away — you're more than familiar with the act of kindness — as well as the breathy cuss that escapes from Hongjoong's lips when Wooyoung takes him especially deep into his mouth.

A little in awe, Hongjoong being with men is no news to you, and Wooyoung partaking in the same is no surprise, either. The two of them together? Well, you had suspected as much.

But this show was for you, in particular, and Hongjoong's half-lidded gaze towards you as Wooyoung swallowed his length down offered some sort of special, previously locked away level of intimacy shared between the two of you that you were never even aware existed to begin with.

It also lit the arousal between your legs on fire.

Only carrying on for a few minutes, Wooyoung climbs back up and off of his knees, walking towards you and wasting no time pulling you into another kiss — this time rougher, laced with far more need. His fingers battling with the buttons on the front of his shirt as he does so, he pulls back to look you deeply in the eyes, allowing nothing but silence between you if only for a second before speaking.

“Do you like how he tastes on my mouth?”

You think that your legs might give out on the spot.

With Wooyoung's shirt removed and discarded elsewhere, you're finally able to view what it is that you have been desiring all of this time — toned, tan skin — you don't even have enough time to take it in before your attention is brought to the fact that he's unbuckling his belt, and then plump lips pressed against your neck, trailing down your shoulder. You find the visual and physical stimulation of the ordeal so overwhelming, having not even noticed that Hongjoong had removed himself from his spectator’s view and positioned himself behind you — only becoming aware upon feeling his own familiarity across otherwise empty skin, mirroring the work of Wooyoung.

“Should move to the bedroom,” Wooyoung murmurs into your skin, and you nod embarrassingly quickly at the suggestion, bringing forth light giggles from both men. “First room on the right,” he instructs, nodding forward and towards the hallway.

And he wastes no time, of course, pressing your back into the excessively plush bedding — not even bothering to pull any of it out from under you before he's got his fingers hooked into your panties as Hongjoong wrestles with getting your dress up and off of the rest of you from behind.

Overwhelming was an understatement, but the excitement of the scenario proving far too much to ignore. It was no longer a want, it was a need.

With your panties off and flung to the side, Wooyoung wastes no time prying your legs apart to make room for him — knelt down for the second time that night and pulling you by the hips towards the edge of the bed. Bringing a single hand up and forward, pressing the pad of his middle finger along the wetness of your slit, he looks up at you with the devious sort of grin that you had become much more accustomed to over your time spent with the man.

“If you say 'no,' or 'stop,' I stop, okay?”

In your horny haze, you're not even sure why he's telling you this — Hongjoong leaning down from behind you and pressing a kiss to your forehead as if to calm you ahead of time.

You nod, and Wooyoung accepts the compliance with terms as he presses his mouth against you, tongue digging between your folds and flat against your clit almost immediately. The sudden sensation makes you jump, whimper just as quickly escaping your lips. You hear Hongjoong giggle from behind you, settling in a way that grants him easier access to your face as he gently smooths more kisses across your forehead and hairline, hand carefully pulling away hair that threatens to get pulled into your mouth between gasps of air and cusses as a result of Wooyoung — it's the combination of sensations that you realize has you truly reeling, that one or the other, while certainly good on their own, simply don't compare to the sensory overload of both.

You figure they knew this, though.

And it's not your first threesome, either. But it's the first one where you're the focus.

Past the few initial and experimental licks, the blonde between your legs wastes no time digging his tongue in and against you. The first time he brings you close to the edge, he doesn't get you there — chalking it up to inexperience with a new partner, not knowing all of the ways to make them tick, it's an easy mistake to make.

After the third, and the gleam in his eye becoming apparent, now you know that he's doing it on purpose.

And the more that he does it, the less in control you are. Whining and thrashing against the sheets beneath you, every time that Wooyoung's lips latch onto you, you can't help the way that your hips bear down and against him — even in spite of him having hands gripped into your hips to keep you in place. Once he has you building on your fifth lost orgasm — hand pulling down and gripping into long, yellowy locks of hair, you grind down and against his face, with tears pricking the corners of your eyes in need for the release he's denied you, now, more times than you can really count.

“Please, Wooyoung, p-please—“ you whimper, not above begging for what you need and almost sure of the fact that reducing you to this had been his intention all along, it's the comfort of Hongjoong's warm lips against your temple that help calm you.

“You're doing so well,” he whispers into your skin, Wooyoung still hard and fast with his tongue into your cunt. “Baby, you're doing so good for us.”

“Oh my god, Joong, I—“

The orgasm hits you sudden and hard, partially because you don't anticipate Wooyoung granting it to you, then paired with Hongjoong's insistence in showering you with praise — muscles in your legs and abdomen tightening so hard it's nearly excruciating just before the release, all you can manage out is a string of expletives as you come — Wooyoung enthusiastically sucking you through it, two fingers buried deep inside of you as you do so.

When you begin to be able to catch your breath, you're not entirely sure how you can even carry on from this point.

But the man in charge has other plans.

“Up,” he says, motioning for you to move further along the bed to make room, hands fiddling with his pant button now with a belt long since removed, you manage to pull your eyes away from the sight before you to gaze up and at him. He grins. “That's not what you came for.”

Pants dropping down his legs, even from beneath the confines of his boxer briefs you can tell what you're in for already, pussy throbbing in anticipation of a particular feeling of fullness.

Wooyoung crawls onto the bed and between your legs, leaning forward and motioning for Hongjoong to come forward which he obliges. The two men kiss just above your line of vision — all tongue and teeth and seduction. When Wooyoung pulls away, he asks Hongjoong if he likes how you taste on him this time.

“She tastes better on me.”

Playful and matter of fact, but you can't help but wonder if there's something underlying the message.

With a sinful grin in response, Wooyoung motions for the both of them to switch places, instructing you to get onto all fours which you quickly oblige. “I want to feel your mouth on me,” he admits, gently running a hand through your hair as he settles in front of you with cock standing at attention — it's the first time you're seeing it, really seeing it. He's big, which you had anticipated, but more in girth than length, and you waste no time at all pressing the flat of your tongue to the underside of him as you feel Hongjoong settle in from behind, a finger delicately tracing your wet slit, knowing that he need not warm you up for him any further.

A slow, deliberate drive into you from behind as you take Wooyoung into your mouth shallowly, experimentally — eyes falling down and onto the way that your lips barely fit around his dick, he groans at the sight, fingers only slightly gripping harder into the strands atop your head.

“Three taps on my thigh and we stop,” he says, an amendment to the initially instated rules to allow for your inability to speak. “Won't get rough but it can be a lot.”

You're not even entirely sure of what he means by ‘a lot,’ you figure he's doing his best to give direction despite being fucked out already and wanting desperately to fuck your face and not doing so — your best guess is that he simply means the situation in general, and you can easily understand what he means with a particularly hard thrust from Hongjoong sends you forward and as a result, Wooyoung's length further into your mouth than you had anticipated. He doesn't say anything and doesn't pull you off, but you feel his grip in your hair soften, as if to grant you the ease of pulling off of him with haste should you need it.

“God you look so good with my cock in your mouth,” Wooyoung groans, experimentally giving shallow thrusts forward. “So pretty, like it was meant for you.”

The praise makes you groan, clenching around Hongjoong as his hands dip down and clasp around your waist to pull you back and harder against him. “Perfect girl, all for us tonight,” Hongjoong adds, leaning down and pressing his mouth against the skin of your back.

In the moment, you sort of wish you could see him. Hongjoong, that is. You find that as good as it feels, there's a certain sense of intimacy lost in the scenario. It's not bad, nor is it wrong, but different.

Perhaps not one you find yourself willing to give up again any time soon.

With a few more drives into you from behind, Hongjoong comes, burying his cock deep within and feeling the way that he throbs inside of you as he pumps you full of his release. Upon his exit, Wooyoung looks down at you before looking back up and towards the man spent and across the bed.

“I want to fuck your girlfriend.”

The statement has you dizzy, in more ways than you really have time to acknowledge in the moment.

But it's Hongjoong's acknowledgment of it that truly sends you through a loop, or rather, lack thereof.

“Wear a condom.”

Sure, you were going to insist on the same thing, but...that's his response?

Pulling off of Wooyoung's length, you look up at him to catch the way that he licks his lips and grins in response to Hongjoong's demand. Not an unheard of request by any means, but if one were to look just a bit more deeply into it — sure, perhaps there are some implications past the base level.

You and Hongjoong really have got to have that sit down talk.

“You know, safety,” Hongjoong adds, lying back with his chest still heaving from his orgasm and fingers running through short, navy blue hair. “You're having sex with other people.”

His insistence in explaining the request away only serving to betray him in the end — it goes without saying why anyone in their right of mind would insist on the additional party in a threesome arrangement to wear protection.

Everyone knows that, so what is it really that Hongjoong is trying to explain away?

Wooyoung leans back and towards his nightstand, pulling out a metallic package and once again trading places with Hongjoong — smaller of the two settling in front of you and stroking your head as you feel Wooyoung lining himself up at your entrance — you think about how this is what you have been dying for for weeks now, how at times it felt so reminiscent of the way in which you desired Hongjoong what feels like all of those months ago.

Looking up and meeting eyes with Hongjoong, he smiles down at you gently, fingernails lightly pressing into your scalp as his fingers run through your hair.

It's intimate, as everything with Hongjoong ultimately is.

The initial stretch of Wooyoung entering you is what brings your eyes back down, gritting teeth and hissing at the intrusion. You knew he was big, and even in spite of having just been fucked open, you found it not to be enough — the burn of the pull of his cock so unfamiliar and new that your fingers grip harder into the sheets below, arms no longer granting the ability to keep yourself up as your front half falls flat against the bed.

Hongjoong follows you there, lying opposite lengthwise to rest his head next to yours. “Fuck,” you hiss, and your best friend chuckles next to you before kissing the side of your head.

“You take him well, I've watched people tap out immediately.”

Once again, a conversation for another day, but feeling the pull of Wooyoung along your insides as he readies himself for another push inside has the burning in your stomach building so much faster than you had ever anticipated. You feel as though you have gone into this situation with all of the information you could have: you wanted it bad, he had a big dick — and yet here you were, your body threatening to betray you in the worst kind of way, only a few strokes in and cautioning the quick arrival of your orgasm.

Biting back sounds the best you can as not to give yourself away, eyes tightly shut and eyebrows furrowed as you're slowly and repeatedly pressed into the mattress from behind, you feel the enamored gaze of Hongjoong on you from the side — you know he knows, you just hope he won't say it.

But the following drive of Wooyoung into you is a harsh snap of his hips — rough and hard and causing the loud sound of skin meeting skin to echo through the room. Your pathetic, unmasked cry out follows.

You sound like you're going to cry. You don't feel as though that's far from the case.

Met with another one, now it's his name followed by a whiny “fuck,” that drops from you.

And now he knows.

Reaching forward and pulling your arms back, Wooyoung asserts his physical strength in a way not seen before, using your arms for leverage against you as he effectively has you balancing on his cock as he fucks into you hard. It's overwhelming, now having an even clearer view of Hongjoong's sight of you — you'd be lying if you didn't feel a wash of humiliation, but the tight grin on your best friend's face more than placating the feeling.

Three, four more pushes into you, and Wooyoung asks “Gonna come untouched, huh?”

You nod quickly. You hate that it's true, but it is.

And pressing you back down, face first into the mattress, he delivers a few more hard drives into you before feeling you clench hard against his cock in the early stages of your release — mouth hung open, whining and crying out as you come around him — buried so deep into you that you worry if he were any longer it'd hurt. A few seconds into it, the blonde man behind you resumes his pace against you, hard and quick and quite obviously chasing his own release — coming quick enough that you wonder just how good his orgasm control really is — Wooyoung quickly pulls the condom off, wrapping his hand around himself to stroke him through his own as ropes of milky cum wash across your behind and his fingers.

Chest heaving, Wooyoung sinks down and brings himself face first into your freshly fucked pussy, licking a long stripe against you that has you whimpering in overstimulation.

“Always an overachiever,” Hongjoong laughs as you finally crumble from exhaustion, falling to your side just between the two men. “You were amazing,” he then says, eyes fixating on you now and full of what could only be described as adoration.

Hongjoong had a habit of looking at you like he was in love with you. You couldn't help but wonder if he knew it.

Moving along the bed, Wooyoung makes his way closer towards the both of you, lying on your other side opposite of your best friend, breathing still ragged from the night's events having only just ended.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” he asks quietly, nearly a whisper, and you nod — enjoying the feeling of his tender touch across the expanse of your stomach. “Can I get you anything? Is there anything either of you need?”

You wonder why it is that Wooyoung seems to naturally take on this sort of caretaker role in these sorts of scenarios. A man that carries himself as one of suffocating self-importance and borderline selfishness, at all points in the night resigning himself to being not necessarily the one in charge, or the one giving order — but the one ensuring that everything goes well. That everyone is taken care of.

No one is everything all of the time.

Throat dry, you manage out a request for a glass of water which the blonde hurriedly obliges, rushing off and into the kitchen, it's in the short absence that you reach out to locate Hongjoong — now seated and breath caught, you don't even think twice before rolling towards him and lazily placing your head in his lap.

And he doesn't think twice before adoringly tangling his fingers in your hair again.

“Are you happy?” he asks in a whisper, as if he doesn't want Wooyoung to even have a chance to hear the question.

You smile tiredly, sleep threatening to take you by the second.

“Yeah.”

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(AOEX) The Blood Of An Unwilling Covenant

PART 1 OF 8: Beelzebub

(Yandere Platonic Demon Kings (Ba'al) x Reader)

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[F/N] wasn't sure how it happened.

She wasn't really quite sure how the ropes around her wrist got tied so tight that they felt deathly numb, Nor was she sure how how a fresh apple was lodged so far into her mouth that she couldn't speak.

[F/N] resembled one of those roast pigs from the cartoons she use to watch when she was younger, The ones that played on the television she use to sit by with a tub of cookie dough ice-cream beside her as a reward for completing her homework.

It was a good feeling, The way the cold cream tasted on her tongue and left her with the longing chill of brain freeze tasted extraordinary. She'd shovel another spoonful into her mouth and keep her eyes on whatever warner brothers toon was playing today, It really was good.

But now she sat strapped to the armed mahogany chair and propped up towards the dining-table sat dead centre in the room, The lacey white tablecloth draping down the sides and tickling at her bare legs.

The room she was in was so dark, Only illuminated by the small sparks of fire coming from the candelabras and the large fireplace housing a raging inferno on the other side of the room.

It barely illuminated the antique furniture and the renaissance architecture, The old paintings worth fortunes and the silver cutlery placed carefully at the dinner table. In any other scenario this would be a room you'd stop to admire, But the smell made her skin itch in the mere presence of it.

The entire place had a stench of sulphur so putrid it made her want to throw up. It watered at [F/N]'s eyes, Stinging and making them a painful red. Though out of everything it was the eyes of the others, The ones that made the chill run down her spine the most.

Cat-slits spot lit from within the shadows, Sickly greens and diseased yellows. The vile glow of their horrid eyes were all locked and focused on the weak form of [F/N] sat defeated on the chair.

She'd never felt more seen, Every atom and molecule had suddenly become present. Aware of her entire form, Her matted hair and her greasy skin. The way her school uniform was stained with sweat and her own tears.

Never had she been so disgusted and terrified in her entire life. These demons, These monsters of old legend in myth. The ones mothers told to their kids as a bedtime fairy-tale and the kind only ever dreamt up on paper, [F/N] knew very well that they weren't just ink and fibre.

She knew too well and she was absolutely repulsed. Even now the iron residue on her tongue was quickly overpowered by the taste of her hatred, The way it made her bruised fists want to ball up and her teeth grind together near making sparks.

Demons, [F/N] hated them. She loathed them will every inch of her being.

[F/N] barely even recognised the dark hum of the voice starting to rev up on the other side of the table, Not registering it through her feeble exhaustion and the wreck of her body.

[F/N] wondered, A weak though as another scorching tear festered in the corner of her eye. How did she get from watching kids cartoons to being captive within her own personal hell? Those questions ran through her mind, Thousands of miles an hour.

Though, She stopped.

No.. Actually, She knew very well how she got here.

She just wished she knew what she was getting into.

☆♡☆

"Hey! Wait up!"

The girls voice called out from atop the overgrown hill, She near stumbled over the hidden rocks and thick grass blossoming from the fresh soil in attempt to catch up to the boy a few metres down.

The smell of the newly blossomed flowers invaded their senses, Both the rain from last night and the pollen of the coming spring still humid in the air.

The wind was fresher here, It was pure. It was a good bit away from all the buzz of the town, All the honking of the cars and the raving chatter of people was nothing but white noise in the distance now.

The field was unkempt and wild, Dewdrops dripping from the blades of grass and the damp soil went fresh onto the kids skin. Smearing them with dirt and wetting their clothes with the morning dew.

[F/N]'s small figure was like a newly born foal, Her legs shook with every stride and it was obvious she had gotten into some accidents by the bandages and bruises covering her legs. The oversized t-shirt she wore depicted some colourful dog and it was one she didn't recognise, Though it was most certainly from a kids show she watched on the youth centre's television.

A bag was slung around her shoulders, It was filled with packets of junk food and fizzy drinks stolen from the youth centre. It thumped against her body as she ran.

"You jerk! You know I can't run as fast as you yet, Tetsuya!" [F/N] exclaimed, Stuttering to a halt and near comically folding her hands in front of her chest. She puffed up her cheeks as she looked at him, A cute display of what was suppose to be annoyance.

Tetsuya giggled, Lightly patting her back.

"I'm sorry! But maybe you shouldn't be such a slowpoke next time." He teased lightly, A sly smile crawling up the sides of his face. [F/N] looked him up and down, Her brows furrowing as she raised her hand and connected it with his shoulders.

Tetsuya exclaimed and stumbled a few feet away from her, A hand lunging to the sore spot on his shoulder as he laughed harder.

"Maybe you shouldn't be such an easy target to hit, Then!" [F/N] giggled as she rested her hands triumphantly on her hips. Looking at Tetsuya and his keeled over form.

He was tall and lanky for his age, The same young number as [F/N] but he looked just a little bit older than he was. His face was peppered with freckles yet you could barely see them from under the hood of his vibrant yellow raincoat.

It was a piece of clothing that you could never see him without, It was way oversized even on someone like him and was stained with years of use. That and the equally as bright wellington boots her wore on his feet, Already covered in the wet dirt of the morn.

Both Tetsuya and [F/N] had met when they both babbled and stumbled when they walked, And ever since they had been inseparable companions.

They grew up in a youth centre, [F/N] being there due to her biological parents signing her up for adoption when she was born and Tetsuya ending up on the doorstep of the centre since day one.

You'd think a lack of a family would put them down, But that wasn't the case. The two of them were the only family they needed, The only hand they needed to hold was each others. If they were together, They would be okay.

That was their philosophy.

[F/N] smiled lightly as she watched him laugh off their banter, A ritual they had for years now. Tetsuya would tease her and she would shove him, He would shove her back and she would throw an insult in turn.

It was their routine, Their cycle and their custom. The way they bonded was through playful taunts and bruises as trophies of their friendship, Ever since they met in the youth centre wherever one would wander another would surely follow after.

Even when they snuck out of the youth centre, [F/N] was quick to follow. Slipping past the staff and other kids they ran out into the woods in search of their own goal.

Tetsuya grinned as he looked back at [F/N], The deep maroon puddled in his eyes reflected off the suns grace.

"Shut it! You're not that hard to hit yourself." He retorted as he shoved [F/N] in return. She snorted and laughed it off, Still energized by the fresh morning air and the electrifying feeling of the dirt and dew on her skin.

"Whatever! Anyways, We've got more important stuff to deal with!" [F/N] proclaimed as her tiny self took a big step forward, Almost as if mapping out a new frontier she raised her hands forward and slowly spreading them. Taking the vast clearing into her memory.

"Here is where me and you are going to make the discovery of a lifetime!" She said, Glancing back towards him with the most excited grin her young face could muster.

Tetsuya took a step forward, Copying her own ecstatic expression now as he stood beside her and gazed onto the vast horizon of grassy fields and overgrown foliage. He turned to her, Looking at her with the sun reflecting in his eyes.

"Here, [F/N], Is where we are going to capture a demon!" Tetsuya announced, Giggling as his hand found it's way into [F/N]'s palm. Her, In response laughed with him as she set a foot forward and started to run with him in tow.

He kept up, His red rain boots stomping and squelching in the muddy dirt as they ran. Both laughing in excitement and joy as they went, Running off into a burst of oak tree's and spruce as their little bodies disappeared into the foliage.

Demons, Though both of them had only learned the presence of such creatures from an old book the youth-centre's priest use to keep, Grew fascinated by the prospect of a whole 'nother race. Both of them wanted to know more.

To capture one, To study it, To know more.

And that's what they were going to do as they ran off.

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"Come on, [F/N]! Quicker!"

Tetsuya called out to [F/N], Their held hands long let go of as they ran further into the wild woods. Ferns and bushes becoming more abundant, Tree's and grass growing more and more common as they sped through the forest.

[F/N] huffed, Beads of sweat starting to fall down her brow as she tried to keep up with Tetsuya. Her lungs were on fire and her tiny legs were going as fast as they could but they already felt like they were going to collapse under her.

"C-Can't we take a break for a second?" [F/N] yelled out from over her exhaustion. Tetsuya took a tiny glance back at her, Blinking once before his run started to slow down until he finally stopped all together.

[F/N] gasped for air as she stumbled to a stop, She almost toppled over as her hands fell to her knees. She stood there for a few minutes, Panting.

"N-Not cool, Dummy! You know I can't run as fast as you.." [F/N] breathed out as she peered up towards Tetsuya, Who stood there near equally as out of breath as she was. Despite that however, A smile was spread wide across his sweat dampened face.

"It's fine, We're here now anyways so we can stop now!" Tetsuya said as he started to look around in the clearing they had landed in. [F/N] followed to take a peek, Though her exhausted legs stayed firmly in place.

It was a much less wild part of the forest, Though that wasn't saying much as the clusters of oak and spruce were still very much present. The grass was shorter here, Revealing the families of insects crawling around.

Centipedes, Spiders, Beetles and Butterflies were all around them. Some wiggling around on the ground and others fluttering in the air, Leaving a faint glimpse of ultraviolet and chartreuse in it's pathway.

It was scenic, A place you could take a loved one on a date or where an entomologist would thrive along with the creatures they studied.

It was also perfect for two little kids to go demon hunting.

"Wow.. Just look at all of this.." Tetsuya said as he looked at a caterpillar crawling across the bark of a tree. Tetsuya looked at it like it was the eighth wonder, Eyes sparkling in interest as he watched it move.

[F/N] took off the bag around her shoulder, The heavy weight of it holding her down.

[F/N] stumbled over to him like a new-born foal in order to get a good look at what he was spying on. She blinked once she peered over his shoulder, Though smiled once more once her eyes landed on the caterpillar.

"Wooow.. He's so cute!" [F/N] squealed as she moved closer to the caterpillar, Unconsciously pushing Tetsuya out of the way to get a better look at the insect.

[F/N] raised her hand, Slowly placing it towards the bark where the caterpillar walked. It was a lime green colour, With two little antenna sticking out of his tiny head. It's first half raised as he saw her hand.

[F/N] waited patiently with a smile as she looked at it, The caterpillar seemed to look back and forth. It took a moment, All before slowly crawling towards her and climbing into the dip of her palm.

"Aah! Tetsuya, Look! It climbed onto my hand!" [F/N] cheered as she presented the little bug to Tetsuya with care, Holding out her hand to him with the biggest of smiles plastered all over her face.

Tetsuya smiled back, But scratched the back of his head.

"That's really cool! Though.. It looks like I stepped on one by accident.." Tetsuya said nervously as he lifted his foot to reveal a squashed caterpillar, One that looked very similar to the one [F/N] held in her hands.

The still-alive caterpillar seemed to squeak within her hands, [F/N]'s eyes widening and her free hand lightly shoving Tetsuya.

"Tetsu'! You need to be more careful, That was a living animal!" [F/N] scolded him as she lifted the caterpillar in her hands onto her shoulder. It sat atop her, If it had a visible face it would be staring knives into Tetsuya.

"It's fine, [F/N]! It's just a bug, It's not like it's a demon or anything.." Tetsuya said as he turned to walk back to explore the rest of the clearing.

[F/N]'s cheeks were puffed up in annoyance, She watched Tetsuya wander off with a pout on her face. The caterpillar on her shoulder whined once, Making [F/N] turn towards it with a newfound smile.

"Hey.. It's okay Mr. Caterpillar! Oh.. Wait.. Do you have a real name?" [F/N] asked as she tilted her head, Looking towards him if he was going to answer her.

The caterpillar couldn't speak, It had no mouth nor no vocal chords. It only raised it's head in attention.

But miraculously, It shook it's head.

[F/N] let out a small 'Oh', Completely tossing away the fact that it responded to her in the first place. She turned her head back towards the ground, Focusing her eyes onto her feet in thought.

"Well, Then.. How about I give you a name?" [F/N] asked as she looked back to it with a shine in her eyes, One that burned as bright as the sun itself. It was her childhood innocence, That naive wonder that could pierce through anything.

The caterpillar took a moment to admire it before nodding it's head.

"Okay then!" [F/N] squealed. She gently but quickly picked the caterpillar into her hands, Scooping it into her palms. She moved her face closer to the caterpillar, Her nose lightly kissing it's antenna.

"How about.. Chiyo?" [F/N] asked, Blinking once and waiting for it's reaction.

The caterpillar took a moment, Before shaking it's head no.

"Hm.. Okay then.." [F/N] drawled, Bringing a hand up to her chin and rubbing it in thought.

"How about Miyu?"

The caterpillar shook it's head again.

"Momo? Nope.."

"Nori? No.."

"Koro?" [F/N] finalised, Looking down at the caterpillar. It's antenna swayed back and forth, Staying still and seeming to mull over the name. It turned back to [F/N], Before it nodded in confirmation.

[F/N]'s face lit up, Smiling wider as she looked down at Koro.

"Okay then, Koro! It's great to meet you, My name is [F/N]!" She said as she brought her hand up to Koro, Her pinky finger was stuck out as if she was going to shake his non-existent arm.

Koro took it in kind, His top half resting on top of her pinky as [F/N] shook it. Once they were finished however, [F/N] gently picked him up and placed him back onto her shoulder.

"Hey, [F/N]! Over here!" Tetsuya called out to her. [F/N] blinked, Snapping her head around to meet the excited face of her friend standing a few metres away from her by a bunch of bushes.

[F/N] nodded, Making sure Koro was comfortable before prancing over to Tetsuya with a skip in her step.

"Yeah? What's up, Tetsu'?" [F/N] greeted with a nod as she went to stand beside him. As she got closer though, She could notice the focused expression present on his face. It was alight with interest, A scientist making the discovery of a lifetime.

Tetsuya glanced back at her, But ultimately kept his eyes infront of him. A deeper part of the woods, Where the tree's grew thicker and the lights grew dim in the foliage.

"Do you hear that, [F/N]?" Tetsuya said, His voice growing into a whisper as he stepped closer to her. [F/N]'s eyes narrowed lightly, Her ears perking up once the silence fell in.

It was quiet. There wasn't anything around to be heard except for the faint rustle of the leaves in the morning breeze. Though [F/N] thought it was strange that the chirp of crickets and birds were now completely absent, There wasn't anything to be heard.

[F/N]'s ears perked up suddenly, Her eyes widened at the sudden noise.

It was a rustle, Not the faint brush of leaves against each other from the trees or the grass. It was loud, Deliberate, It sounded like something big had hit against a bush or even worse: hidden inside it.

A sudden cold chill ran down her spine like a bucket of freezing water was dumped onto her. It made her little body go rigid, A sudden sense of unease growing more and more evident as she listened onto the silence.

Tetsuya however, His grin only grew louder and louder with every passing moment. Every tick of the imaginary clock that passed by the more his joy became potent. Koro too, Also seemed to sense this, Raising his head towards the dark woods in front of him.

"[F/N].. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked to her, Taking a step forward and brushing against the bush in front of him.

[F/N] turned to him, Horrified eyes as she stared onto his unwavering form. Her lip started to shake as she took a step back.

"Tetsuya.. I think we need to go back to the centre.. I-I don't feel safe here.." [F/N] whispered to him but even then that seemed like sirens in the concentrated silence of the clearing. Tetsuya looked back at her, Raising a brow.

"[F/N].. This is what we came out here for, I can sense it.. It's a demon, I can tell..!" Tetsuya whispered enthusiastically, His hand going to rest on her free shoulder as he looked into her eyes with that ever confident gaze.

[F/N] gulped, Swallowing down saliva.

"I-I know, Tetsu'.. But this doesn't feel right, S-Something's wrong.. Very, Very wrong.." [F/N] said, Tears starting to prickle at her eyes as her hands went to grip the hem of her over-sized shirt, Clutching at it like it was her life-line.

Something in the darkness, Something in there just felt so off. It made her want to run away, Made her want to get out of this forest and go back to the youth centre where she could watch her cartoons. But she didn't want to go without Tetsuya, She didn't want to leave him behind.

Tetsuya groaned as he looked at her.

"Oh come on, [F/N]. Are you really not gonna come with me?" He said exasperated, Looking into her eyes with a reassuring yet impatient confidence. [F/N]'s lips parted, Taking a hesitant glance into the dark before turning back to him.

"I.. Um.." She stuttered. Koro, Who was sitting on her shoulder, Started to squeak. Tetsuya shot a look at it before pulling the hand off of her shoulder.

"Fine. If you're not gonna go, Then I'll do it on my own. Wait for me here!" Tetsuya finalised as he huffed, Quickly turning towards the dark forest before taking stride through the bushes in front of him. [F/N] gasped, Her hands leaping towards him.

"T-Tetsu'! Wait!" She called out but it was too late, Her hands were just out of reach from him. Tetsuya had already gotten through the shrubbery and had ran off into the darkness with a widened grin.

She heard his footsteps grow fainter and fainter as his body was consumed by the shadows of the forest. [F/N] stood there shaking, Staring off into the void of the foliage.

Koro squeaked on her shoulder, His small body crawling into the crook of her neck as what only could be interpreted as comfort.

[F/N] turned to look down at him, Her thumping heart only slowing down as she felt his movements on her neck. She tried to smile down at him, A shaky sort of expression as she stepped back from the bushes.

"I-It's fine, Koro. I'm sure Tetsuya will be back soon.." [F/N] said as she backed up a few feet, Feeling her back hit the tree she slid down into a sitting position. Pushing her knees to her chest she decided to wait within the silence of the forest.

[F/N]'s words were optimistic doubt, Knowing Tetsuya he would take his time if he really did find something. He's always been that way, Something [F/N] half-chuckled at as she sat against the bark.

She tried to shake off the awful feeling pooling in her gut, The pulsing kind of wrongness that you could feel in your bones. Maybe it was just her sensitive nerves, But that didn't stop the way she dug her nails into the skin of her knee's.

Koro squeaked once more, Sensing her discomfort.

[F/N] smiled once more, Bringing a hand up to gently stroke along his back.

"He'll be back soon.." [F/N] mumbled to him as she ran her finger along his back.

"Excuse me? Who are you suppose to be?"

A childish and impudent voice called out from somewhere beside her. [F/N]'s eyes widened in surprise as she jerked her head over to meet the voice.

It was a boy, No younger than she could've been. His posture was high and his nose was raised towards her as if she was nothing but a rodent beneath him. But that's not what stuck out to her the most, It was his attire that really caught her eye.

It was eccentric, Something reminiscent of what an English Tudor would wear with big poofy pantaloons with hues of navy and royal reds streaking them. Not to mention he wore pointed boots and a waistcoat with a comically high collar resembling the wings of a fly.

That and the staff he carried with a wooden snails shell carved into the tip. His stripy stockings and his large bug-ish cape. He stared at her impatiently with an annoyed glare, Nipping yellow eyes looking at her from under his lime-green bob.

[F/N] blinked once, Noticing all the insects that seemed to gather around him.

"Oh, Uh.. My name is [F/N]!" She said, Getting up from the tree and steadying herself on her feet. She stared at all the arachnids and invertebrates swarming him, A spider on his shoulder or centipede swirling around his leg.

He sneered, But it looked ridiculous with his chubby cheeks and big eyes trying to stare at her.

"Ugh, Another mortal entering my territory? You're disturbing the insects here, Leave, Now." It wasn't a request but an order, Whoever this boy was he sure was demanding. It didn't sit right with [F/N], Despite not knowing what the word mortal or territory meant, She knew it was derogatory.

"Erm.. I'm sorry but I was here first! Even if it was your.. 'Terrytorie'? Then we can both share, There's enough for both of us!" [F/N] argued as she took a few steps towards him. Though as she did she could now make out more strange features about him.

His eyes, Through an unusual canary yellow was colouring them she could now make out the strange shape of his pupils, Which resembled a cat's sliced eye.

And through his hair she could notice two odd shapes, Two bits of hair that seemed to stick up like a caterpillars antenna. [F/N] had no idea what kind of dire situation she was currently in, She couldn't sense the danger from her young mind.

The bugs that crowded around him started to move, Writhing around as the caterpillar on his leg started to chitter angrily. Beetles to Butterflies started to get restless, Roaches and arachnids started to hiss.

The boy gritted his unusually pointed teeth, The bugs swarming on him seemed to grow in number as he raised the staff in his hand. But before he could slam it down onto the damp ground below, A desperate squeak erupted from [F/N]'s shoulder.

The boy stopped mid staff-slam onto the ground, He blinked once, His expression falling before his eyes snapped around to [F/N]'s shoulder. Her in turn, Looked around to see Koro standing on his hind legs, Continuously squeaking.

"Koro, What's wrong?" [F/N] whispered as she plucked him from her shoulder and lain him in her cupped palms. Koro in turn, Curled up into a little ball inside her hands. The boy in front of her stared blankly at the tiny creature.

"Eh? Why do you have a caterpillar in yours hands, You're going to hurt him you idiot!" The boy yelled, His tiny hands balling up into fists as he looked at her enraged. His unnaturally sharp teeth gritted together.

[F/N] stared at him for a second, Before her eyes widened in realisation.

"Oh! Is he yours? I'm really sorry for picking him up! I kinda just put out my hand and he got on, I didn't know he was a pet!" [F/N] grinned as she stretched out her arm to present Koro to him.

The boy's angry demeanour that he had just.. Froze. His eyes darted down to Koro held out to him, Staring at him as if he was expecting a different outcome entirely. Though his attitude quickly picked up once more as he swiftly went to pick up Koro.

"Hmph! Don't act as if you're sorry, You're lucky that I don't evaporate you right here and now!" The boy announced, Quickly placing Koro onto his shoulder and moving his hands to his hips as he stared at [F/N].

"Eeh.. 'Eva-pour-it'? What does that mean?" [F/N] said, Stuttering out the unfamiliar word as she placed a hand on her chin.

The boy's brows furrowed, Rolling his eyes.

"Stupid humans.. Don't even know their own language.." He muttered under his breath, Folding his arms rather dramatically as he threw his head to the side in disgust.

"Huh?" [F/N] prompted, Tilting her head.

"Whatever! Leave now and be grateful that I decided to spare you today, Mortal" The boy said as he tossed his cape in the mid-morning breeze as he turned his back to her. The posse of bugs and arachnids that crowded around him started to move away as he marched off.

[F/N] blinked, A sudden nervousness rising in her chest as she subconsciously took a step forward.

"W-Wait! Can I at least say goodbye to Koro?" She called out to him, Watching as the boy stopped in his tracks once the words left her mouth. He turned his head to the side, Giving her a side-eyed glance.

"Who?" He asked impatiently.

"The caterpillar, I named him Koro!" [F/N] announced as she pointed to Koro, Who was on his hind legs and looking back at her.

The boy's body seemed to go rigid as if he came eye to eye with medusa herself, The bugs around him followed his actions as they all froze along with him. His eyes looked over her, Before lowering his staff and turning to meet her face once more.

"You.. You named him?" He asked, A slight stutter in his voice which was new for his previously arrogant tone.

[F/N] hummed, Then nodded.

"Well, Yeah! I named him Koro because it's a cute name for a cute bug! If he has another name then I can use that?" She asked as she took a few steps closer to him.

The bugs surrounding the boy started to move towards her as she approached, The chittering and chirping of them starting to pick up to an angry hum. But they were stopped by the boy, Who held his hand in the air to stop them.

"Hm! Your kind usually doesn't take such an interest in my kin. Don't you find him disgusting? Creepy, Perhaps?" He asked as he moved the hand to present all the creatures around him.

"Nuh-uh, I think they're really pretty. I mean.. I know everyone else doesn't like them, But I like them a lot. They don't deserve the hate." [F/N] said as she put out her hands onto the ground in front of the beetle, It's pincers snapping once or twice before crawling onto her hand.

[F/N] smiled, A blush appearing on her face as she kneeled down onto the damp grass to get a better look at the invertebrates around her. She ignored the way it got her shirt wet in favour of admiring the insects.

A shining blue Beatle, A beautiful iridescent butterfly and even a little white cockroach with a pink-polka dot scarf and top hat. They were beautiful, Absolutely gorgeous creatures hailing from the earth. [F/N] looked at them, All adoringly.

The boy was speechless, His lemon-shaded eyes looked down at her in shock as he watched the beetle run around on [F/N]'s hand. His lips were parted, His stature softening before the arrogant expression reappeared on his face.

"..Well, I guess you could stay a bit longer. But don't get on my nerves, Understand? Otherwise I won't hesitate to get rid of you." He said, A warning that [F/N] completely disregarded.

Her smile grew wider, Near as bright as the sun shining down on the both of them.

"Ah, Really!? Thank you.. Um.. I'm sorry, But what's your name?" [F/N] asked, A puzzled look on her face as she realised she had no idea who he was. The boy in turn straightened his posture and smiled.

"My name is Beelzebub, I am the king of insects so you better respect me!" Beelzebub announced, All the bugs and the arachnids around him chirped and chittered in a chorus of praise as if to proclaim of his presence.

[F/N] wasn't that far behind as she stood up from her position, Setting the beetle down and gasping in wonder.

"Woah! You're a king? Like.. A king of bugs? That's so cool! Your clothes make sense now!" She said as she pointed towards his Tudor attire. It did too, From his high pointed collar to his well-tailored boots, It finally made sense in her little mind as to why he dressed as such.

Beelzebub grinned wider, Taking in her praise.

"Of course! This kind of clothing is only befitting of a king like me, Besides! It makes me look cute." Beelzebub pouted and folded his arms, Flaunting his adorable stature. From his chubby cheeks to his tiny little hands he certainly was.

Even though she didn't understand any of his fancy royal words like 'Mortal' or 'Evaporate', She did understand that she was having a good time and she now had another friend her age to play with.

[F/N] however rubbed her chin in thought.

"Hmm.. Your name is kinda hard to say though.. What if I give you a shorter name?" [F/N] asked. Beelzebub, She didn't even attempt to pronounce that, She knew very well that she would make a mockery of it.

"A shorter name? A nickname? Like what?" Beelzebub asked, Suspicion lacing every word he spoke as he looked at her. [F/N] scratched her chin in thought.

"Huh.. How about.. Beel? That's a pretty easy name to say!" [F/N] said, Face lighting up as she snapped her fingers.

Beelzebub blinked. Koro, Who was still sitting upon his shoulder, Had his antenna swishing happily to and fro as Beelzebub thought over her words.

"Hmm.." Beelzebub hummed as he tasted the way 'Beel' sounded on his tongue, All before his folded arms tighened "Alright then! You may call me that" He finalized as a small smile appeared on his face.

"Cool! I got food in my bag if you wanna share it with me?" [F/N] asked as she pointed to the abandoned bag of food laying within the grass, By now a few ants and beetles have been circling it as they smelt the savoury scent of the food kept inside.

Beelzebub 'hmph'd' before marching over to the lonely bag dropped on the ground, The bugs obediently followed after him once he peered over inside the bag. He blinked, Observing the contents before smiling.

"This will do."

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The blue sky above them was crystal clear, Only the faintest of ivory clouds daring to dust their hues.

By now it had turned into the early afternoon. The sun was burning bright and had dried the damp foliage from the previous nights rain, The embracing heat being evidence of that. The baby blue surrounding it had turned into a vivid sapphire now, A beautiful spring day.

The breeze had picked up, The bushes of leaves in the surrounding lumber hit and grazed against each other in the gale. The wind tickling the skin of [F/N] as she sat nestled within the grassy clearing of the forest.

It blew threw her hair, Making it dance and wave within the breeze. She laughed as she took another bite into her half-eaten rice cake, The cocoa covering on top flooded sweet taste into her mouth.

By now the stash in her back was well ravaged. Empty boxes of strawberry pocky lay strewn in front of her, Kit-kat foils were stuffed into them with little Mochi wrappers scattered around the girl.

They had been talking for what seemed to be hours now, Beelzebub turning out to be good company after all. It had took a bit of work but he had began to open up to her, Smiling more often and actually participating in conversation of his own.

He had gone through her stash of food, [F/N] had learned that he had a penchant for anything barbeque flavoured so she had made sure to give what she had of that to him. Beelzebub being surprisingly appreciative as they rambled on.

[F/N] giggled, The corners of her mouth were dirtied with her eaten chocolate.

"Well.. I like singing but I'm not really that good at it yet, But I like drawing too and I'm really good at it! All the grown-ups at the youth centre say so." [F/N] explained through her chews of the rice cake, Looking over towards Beelzebub.

He was sat down beside her, His cape drooping around him like a blanket while his hands tightly gripped a bag of barbeque flavoured crisps. His cheeks were puffed up, Stuffed to the brim with the savoury snack.

He chewed, Swallowing a bit down so he could speak.

"Youth centre? Don't you smaller mortals have bigger ones to take care of you?" Beelzebub asked through his eating. By now, The both of them had bugs swarming them. A few surrounding them, Some crawling on their lap and others nestled upon their shoulder.

[F/N] stopped eating for a minute, Her face falling slightly as a butterfly landed on her knee.

"Well.. Yeah, But I don't." [F/N] answered. Beelzebub recognised her now less peppy demeanour, His smile slowly turned into a tight-lipped frown.

"Why?" He asked, Genuinely curious as he focused his attention onto [F/N]. She, In turn, Decided to continue eating her food as she shrugged her shoulders.

"Umm.. My family who had me before just didn't want me, So they gave me to the youth centre to get adopted by a new family." [F/N] spoke as she chewed, Finishing the last of the rice-cake as she shoved it in her mouth.

"And.. You haven't got adopted by a new family" Beelzebub asked, Seemingly confused.

"Nope." [F/N] replied.

Beelzebub turned back to his own packet of crisps, Seeming staring into the contents inside. His face was blank as he looked at the crisps inside of the near-empty packet, He concentrated on them before..

THUMP!

A sudden noise came from inside his chest, Making his hand shoot to clutch the point

His chest was rattling, Something contained within his ribcage seemed to be beating for some kind of reason. It made his vessel sweat and the muscles around his mouth start to turn up on it's own.

His eyes widened, A light gracing them for the first time in thousands of years.

Could this be..?!

"Beel.. Are you okay?" [F/N] asked slowly as she saw his strange behaviour.

Koro, Who was lain out on the grass before, Started to crawl up his leg and up onto his shoulder.

It snapped Beelzebub out of whatever train of thought he was in before he turned back to her. Something inside him was resonating, Something weird and unfamiliar as he looked at the young girl beside him.

He grinned, Placing a hand to the ground below to push himself up from his position. [F/N] sat confused upon the grass, Looking up at him with a tilted head as he began to speak.

"That's it! I've decided." He proclaimed, A hand raising to press against his voice as he announced to the world his sentence. [F/N] smiled a bit, Taking his new stature as play.

He suddenly turned, The hand on his chest suddenly swooping down to point at [F/N] as she jolted in surprise.

"I, Beelzebub, King of Insects, Will be your new family! I'll adopt you!" He decreed as he pointed at her with a large smile. The feeling in his chest, The one that beat like a merciless drum within his ribcage. It was only going so much faster as he spoke.

[F/N] looked at him blankly, Before she snorted. Beelzebub's face fell as she started to giggle.

"Haha-! But, Beel! You're my age, You can't be my dad. That and we need more people for a family, It can't be just us! It's really nice of you though!" [F/N] smiled sweetly as she looked up at him from where she sat.

Beelzebub huffed, Folding his arms as he looked down at her.

"Well I don't mean like a father, I mean like.. Like a sibling, Yeah! I'll be your brother! And besides, We don't need anymore people. I just want it to be us." Beezlebub explained.

[F/N]'s expression though still smiling, Started to dim.

"..But I can't! I'd miss all my friends back at the youth centre like Kazuo or Aoi or.." She trailed off. The hand counting her fingers paused in it's tracks.

Beezlebub blinked, Stepping forward towards her.

"Hm? [F/N], What's wrong?" He asked

"Tetsuya!" [F/N] exclaimed. The face of the boy who had grown up with her since diapers appeared on her mind. She had had so much fun with her new friend that she had completely forgotten about him.

How long was he in there? It must've been hours at least! How ignorant she was for being so careless, She should've went with him to make sure he was okay. She chided herself in her mind, Regret washing over her.

Beelzebub however started to look annoyed.

"Who?" He asked. Irritated at the announcement of another person in her mind.

[F/N] jumped up off the moist grass, The bugs surrounding her scampering away from the sudden movement.

"Tetsuya-! My best friend! I gotta go find him now, Actually. I shouldn't of let him go in there!" [F/N] exclaimed, Face turning into a worried frown as she went to run off in the direction of Tetsuya's general location.

But a sudden, Surprisingly strong hand wrapped around her wrist, Keeping her in place.

"But.. But.. I actually had a good time today! I actually like being around you, You can't go!" Beezlebub exclaimed as [F/N] looked back to meet his eyes, Surprise flooding through her bloodstream as she looked at him.

It was the first time she had seen him look.. Desperate, On edge. His scrunched temples and wide eyes. His grasp strong around her wrist for someone of his size, It was firm and determined.

[F/N] blinked looking back at him, Not sure what to do as she stood there frozen. Snapping out of it however she shook her head, Trying to smile the best she could towards her friend.

"I'm sorry.. Beel, But I need to go find my friend. Maybe we can meet later..?" [F/N] trailed off, Trying to placate the situation as best as she could.

But the hand around her wrist only hardened, Beelzebub's face becoming less irritated and something more. Something much more angry.

"No, No, No! I want you to stay here, I'm your new family, Remember? So stay here and we can continue having fun!" Beelzebub yelled, His teeth now bared to her in a fired up hiss. He got up now, Hand still on her wrist as he got face to face with her.

His behaviour was that of toddler throwing a tantrum, Near completely. Him stomping his boot-clad feet and his spare hand doing the same. Not to mention his voice was just like one of the kids back at the centre whining to stay up just a little longer.

[F/N]'s smile fell from her face completely. The sudden safety she had felt was gone now as his behaviour ramped up.

She bit her lip as he stared her dead in the eyes with that golden glow.

"..Beel, You know that's just words right? I need to go now, I'm.. I'm sorry, Okay?" [F/N] said in the sweetest voice she could. But it was no use as the grip on her wrist tightened and tightened, Getting to a point that it was painful.

"No! I won't let you!" Beelzebub yelled.

The hand on her wrist yanked her forward, An inhuman power in his movement that made her stumble forward near falling down. She cried out in pain, An aching throb in her wrist.

"Ah- B-Beel! Let go of me, Let go!!" [F/N] wailed as Beelzebub pulled her forward towards him. The bugs around them swarming in numbers, Swirling around their feet as she started to kick and punch at his body.

Though the blows connected with his body, He didn't even move an inch.

"Come on now! You're my sister now so you should listen to me, I don't want you running off with any other mortal when I'm around to play with you now" Beelzebub huffed as he started to drag a screaming [F/N] out into the deeper parts of the woods.

He did it so easily, He did it with no effort whatsoever as he lugged her along with him and the bugs that followed. [F/N] looked around, Vision getting hot and blurry as she kept screaming. Trying to find a way out.

Her arms flailed around, Swinging aimlessly towards him before her fists slammed down onto the top of his head.

It hit the weird parts of hair sticking out of his chartreuse bob, And somehow that made an impact.

Beelzebub yelled out suddenly as the fists connected with his hair, Her wrist escaping his grasp as his own went to hold the painful spot on his head. He stumbled forward, Whining in agony.

"W-Why'd you do that?! Why.. Why'd you.. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT HURTS?!" He suddenly yelled out, Body snapping around to meet her with a new animalistic glare. Teeth sharper than they were before and the slits of his eyes widening in anger.

But by the time he had looked back, She was gone from sight.

[F/N] ran, Already making her way through the opposite side of the forest. What had came over Beelzebub she had no idea, The way he started to get aggressive and how much he wanted her to stay.

A bad feeling came over her, Something was wrong. Something was very wrong as she ran past dozens of tree's and shrubbery. Wind whipping at her face as her eyes darted around for Tetsuya.

She needed to get him and get out of here, There was something in this forest that seemed alive. [F/N] didn't know exactly what it was or if it was connected to Beelzebub. All she knew is that whatever it was, It was something not meant for human beings to be near.

Feet pattering against the grass like thunder strikes in the distance, Lungs becoming heavy. Her eyes zipping around for any sign of her friend. His yellow raincoat, His wellington boots or the ruffle of his hair.

[F/N] called out.

"Tetsuya! T-Tetsuya! Tetsu-"

[F/N] stopped in her tracks, Feet skittering to a halt and planting in the ground.

Her eyes widened.

The scent of iron played in the air.

But that wasn't what she was focused on, No.

Instead it was the mess of meat and bone splattered on the ground.

Muscle tissue was strewn everywhere, The green of the grass splattered crimson. The stench of iron coming from the spill of organs. A heart pinned to a tree there, Lungs laying against a rock and his intestines strung like birthday banners upon branches.

The worst of all was the yellow raincoat carrying it all. Stained with the blood of the boy it belonged to.

[F/N] screamed.

She backed away, Her feet catching on nothing as she tripped over and slammed down onto the bloody grass. [F/N] screamed and screamed, Eyes unable to take her eyes off of the yellow raincoat and the wellington boots put to the side.

The body of a squashed caterpillar sitting on top of him.

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