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lovinglokilaufeyson · 13 days

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Physique - A.A.

Pairings: Spawn!Astarion x Fem!Reader/Tav

Warnings: BG3 Spoilers, not really proofread, might trigger some insecurities for some due to content (body/breast comparison), Anxiety, Fluffy, Understanding/Comforting Astarion, Angst, Smut, Breast Worship, Nipple Play, Blood Drinking, Mutual Pining: Astarion x Tav are NOT established (yet), but have slept together in previous acts

Wordcount: 2,564

Summary: You and your fellow companions are out on the town in Baldur’s Gate late one night. After seeing a breathtaking bartender with nice breasts ogling over Astarion, you become insecure with your own breasts. Astarion shows you he doesn’t care what size they are, and proceeds to worship you for the remainder of the night.

A/N: I wrote this due to a recent breakdown about having smaller breasts and not feeling desirable enough in my own body. I absolutely think that breasts of all sizes should be celebrated, if anyone has had similar feelings, this could help you. Additionally, this doesn't only focus on breast size, but the reader's overall body image and insecurities. That being said, it could be relatable for multiple reasons. Also, keep in mind that Astarion is likely incredibly open to any size or shape of any body. He loves us all.

You and the crew entered the Blushing Mermaid, excited to partake in some unwinding given the day you all had. The tavern was very busy on this particular night, although there weren't many days where it wasn't. There weren't many days where you and the party got to celebrate for an evening either. After a long, fearsome battle, you were ready to wind down for the night, but also to have some fun.

That's where the alcohol came in. And lots of it too. Astarion had initially been weary of going to a tavern again, considering his past. But - Cazador was finished now. And to his relief, the environment that that party provided him with was much more pleasant than his typical bar experience.

One of the barmaids almost immediately approached him. She had bright, platinum blonde hair that bordered on white, similarly to his own. Her eyes were a breathtaking shade of blue, and she seemed to have zero hesitation in approaching the pale elf. Her bosom pressed against the lavender fabric that she wore, below a strand of iridescent pearls that reflected the little light that was left in the tavern. Her chest was pressed up by a bronze-toned corset, strung tightly together at her front. This accentuated the woman's already prominent breasts. She wore knee high boots that matched the tone of the corset, and a teasingly white ruffled slip that snuck underneath the purple fabric of the dress.

Typically, she was someone that Astarion would lure back to Cazador, and he hated being reminded of his past self in that regard. She was inarguably attractive, conventionally. So, when she approached him, he did feel pulled to charm her as he typically would. However, he veered towards casual conversation. Now that Astarion knew you, he had a hard time finding anyone else desirable. Even those that he would have once found deliciously stunning bored him. In his defense, they just weren't you.

You had fought by his side and showed him loyalty that he had never known before. You helped him destroy Cazador and set free the remaining vampire spawn. Initially, he was upset that he didn't ascend, but after several long nights stargazing with you and reminiscing, you both concluded that it was for the best. And, of course, in doing so, Astarion had fallen. He spent many nights dreaming of you, fewer were spent with nightmares filled about Cazador. However, you seemed to be a protective shield from these nightmares, so he frequently sought out your presence to comfort him as he fell asleep.

Unbeknownst to you, Astarion was quite smitten. Perhaps omit the word quite and replace it with entirely. Entirely smitten. There was not one part of him that didn't long for your presence always. You had figured that your "one-night stands" were entirely superficial, connecting you to each other's bodies. Though that was what Astarion intended initially, it soon turned into far more than that for him. He was in love with your entire soul, your body, your heart, your mind. Imagine how embarrassed he was when he realized, especially after he planned on simply charming you to trust him and never betray him. Because oh boy, like a fool he felt.

Even more he felt like a fool for not telling you yet. He simply winced when you were hit in battle, as if he could feel the pain you felt. He smiled at you like you were his sunshine, he would trade a life in the sun just to admire your glow, even if just for a moment. That was one of the things that helped him realize he did the right thing, not going through with the ascension. Not that you would have left him, but you certainly would not be as close as you were today.

He felt jealousy coursing through him whenever he watched you talking to one of the other party members for too long. He knew you weren't his property. Despite the few wondrous nights you had spent together, he hadn't admitted to any further feelings to you. He almost did after you defended him so drastically in front of Araj when she asked to have him drink her blood. "He's his own person" you had insisted, and Astarion believed that with those words, you had enlightened a glow in him that had never been seen before, even when he was alive. He felt loved. And he felt love for you, too.

From that day, he believed that without a doubt you had his back. He would make sure to have yours, as long as you'd let him. Honestly, the only reason he let his eyes linger on the barmaid for as long as they did was due to the fact that you would look phenomenal in the same outfit. He looked back at you, and his eyes softened at the sight. You looked as if you had just been body slammed by Karlach. You hadn't, but your constricted pupils told him that something had to be wrong.

Astarion grabbed his drink out of the barmaid's hand, and she stood stunned as he turned away in an instant, heading towards you. He kept his cool, trying to maintain subtly in case you were in danger. You were fairly used to innocent touches by Astarion, but this one felt different. He let his free hand settle on the small of your back, his drink in his other hand. You shuttered as he lent back to whisper in your ear. "Everything okay darling? You seem startled." You nodded timidly, which was unusual for you. Typically, you would meet him with a quip back, but he knew from this simple interaction that you were not yourself. "What's going on in that head of yours?" You couldn't respond. Not that you didn't want to, but more so that you were paralyzed in fear regarding the sight you just saw.

You knew that you and Astarion weren't together, as much as you may have liked to be. The barmaid was likely much more his type, judging from the entrancement he had entered looking at her. What you had - it wasn't anything special. You had merely slept together, and Astarion had only prompted those interactions for his own benefit. He told you that, and you still hoped things could be different. You had hoped that all of those late nights underneath the starry sky could change things between you. And yet, the time never came. In this moment, you felt fairly hopeless.

Astarion waited expectantly for a response from you. "I'm going out to get some fresh air" you spoke suddenly, pulling away from his grasp and taking your own drink in your hand, heading outside as fast as you could. Astarion was approached by the barmaid once more, who was aggravating him at this point, if he had to admit. "Listen, I'm not interest-" he began, but was cut off by her soft voice. "I know. You clearly have an interest in her. I was going to tell you to go after her. Any guy in this bar would be lucky to have her." The words surprised Astarion, as he expected the barmaid's persistent efforts to bed him for the remainder of the night. Astarion looked at her, a little less weary now. "How'd you know?"

"The way you look at her" she said. "The rest of the men in here were staring with lust and desire, especially when you went up to get your drink, when she was alone. But you, as soon as you thought there was something up with her, you looked at her with such concern, compassion, and love." Astarion nodded at this, the barmaid patting his shoulder and ushering him forward. There was a small part of him hung up on her mention of other men looking at you with lust in their eyes, but there were more pressing matters now.

He followed the trail to the exit, looking out the doorway and seeing your beautiful form, unfortunately there were many eyes on you at the present moment. Several men noticed that you had exited and popped out onto the porch with you. You hardly noticed; you were too busy comparing the outline of her chest to your own. You almost drew your weapon at the feeling of Astarion's hand sliding along to sit at the small of your back once more. You drew in a breath and stiffened before you turned to him in recognition. "Goodness you scared me." It was the most honest sentence you had said in the past 20 minutes, and he knew that. He had caught you off guard.

"Should we talk somewhere more private, love?" Gods, you hated it when Astarion used pet names like that. You felt your heart flutter just a little bit too fast. "Please," you spoke, and felt Astarion guide you to one of the private rooms located within the tavern, hidden behind a red velvet curtain that concealed the room’s contents. Astarion flipped a switch to indicate that the room was occupied.

Within, a crimson couch sat, contrasting the wooden floors and dark colored walls. In the middle of the room sat a wood coffee table atop an ornately patterned rug. A few lit candles were grouped on the coffee table, giving the very small room a dim light. It was - cozy.

You sat your drink on the coffee table, Astarion doing the same. He kept his hand attached to the small of your back as he led you to the couch. You both sat down, Astarion holding his hand on your shoulder now. "Darling, talk to me, please. You looked like you had seen a ghost earlier."

You took a deep breath. "I guess I just felt really insecure while looking at that barmaid, that's all" you admitted, and Astarion's jaw nearly dropped, but he managed to keep himself composed, following up with "why?" "There's many components, but to keep it short, I'm insecure about my- my- uhm" you couldn't finish, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Astarion clicked his tongue, which had a slight hint of disappointment in tone. "My boobs, okay?" You stuttered sheepishly, hiding your face in your hands as soon as you finished.

Astarion tried to picture the last time he had bed you. Although, the picture he had replicated in his mind couldn't do you justice. He leant towards your ear, whispering "Darling, I think you might have to refresh my memory. I can't remember your breasts being any less than perfect." You peered up at him, a puzzled look on your face. "Now is not the time for jokes, Astarion." You spat defensively.

"Not a joke in the slightest, my sweet. Will you allow me to jog your memory on your perfection?" Astarion looked genuine, which lead you to give a subtle nod. His fangs peeked out as he smiled at you in response. "Are you comfortable here, my sweet?" You nodded once more, as if you were afraid that words would break the vampire's decision.

Suddenly, Astarion's soft lips were on yours, his tongue following soon after. His hands reached for your corset, which held your bosom beautifully. However, Astarion was even more positive that your nakedness would produce even more breathtaking effects, as it did previously with him. Without even looking, Astarion was able to undo your bodice and strip it from you, so that only your dress remained. He continued to kiss you, then bringing his lips down to lay soft pecks along your neck, leaving a particularly long one against your bitemarks. He transitioned you to a horizontal position, with him atop of you, between your legs.

Before he headed lower on your form, he whispered "you're so beautiful, my dove." He felt your pulse quicken and started to recognize the affect that his praise had on you. He looked up at you, making eye contact and giving you a wink. This man would be the death of you. He released the dress from your bosom, leaving your breasts free for his eyes. "Now, I've missed these." He tutted, flicking your left nipple with his thumb while he brought his mouth to suckle on its partner. Your sensitivity level was clearly heightened, which he took full advantage of, swirling his tongue across your nipple and swishing it back and forth.

“Fuck, Astarion.” You moaned as he continued his pursuit of your pleasure via the excursion of your bosom. Before he let the right one go, he left a trail of love bites around your breast and across your sternum, before continuing his pursuit on the left breast, where he also left a plethora of bruises. If anything, he wanted to take this time to mark you. More importantly, to praise you. “My beautiful love, your boobs are perfect. You are perfect.” His words made you shutter once more. “Star…” Astarion hadn’t heard that little pet name from your lips, but he did enjoy it. “Hmmm, that’s new” he muttered.

“Darling, may I please have a taste?” He gestured to your breasts, showing you his fangs. “Please do,” you responded. You felt Astarion’s cuspids puncture your skin, digging into your breast tissue. The blood supply was scarcer than when he drank from your neck, but he enjoyed it just as much. It just meant he would spend more time suckling on you. Your blood seemed even more delicious than the last time he devoured it. As he suckled from your left breast, he flicked his finger across the opposite nipple.

“Gods, I love you.” Astarion perked up, removing his fangs from your tissue. Did you say that only for the pleasure that he was bringing for you? Did he mishear you? “Pardon?” He spoke while peering up at you. You sat mortified; a hand clasped over your mouth. “I- well” you stuttered out, in utter shock of what you just said. “Did you just say what I think you did?” Astarion inquired. “Depends on what you think I said, I suppose.” You responded shakily, uncertain of your words, but hoping to find a way out. “I love you?” He questioned, watching as your cheeks turned a faint hue of red, cueing confirmation. “Yeah…” you confirmed after a moment. “Truly?” Astarion followed up. If he was human, he would guess that his cheeks would look a lot like yours, flushed. You nodded, glancing embarrassingly at him, hardly making eye contact.

“I love you too, darling.” He admitted, sighing as the pressure was taken off of his shoulders. He shimmied upwards, meeting you face to face and placing another kiss on your lips. “Fuck, do I love you.” He said it again, smiling into the kiss as you reciprocated. These kisses had slightly less passion, although you knew you had a lot of passion to come. For tonight, with love confessions, you would be gentle with one another. The night ended with Astarion on his back, and you cuddled atop him, laying on the couch behind a red curtain.

Your companions were slightly worried at first, before getting confirmation from the barmaid that you two had went to have some fun together. “Well, at least they stopped denying it” said Karlach. The others nodded in agreement, having seen you pining after one another for the past several months.

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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I am craving for pool sex with Javi. CRAVING.

In all honesty , I hate having sex in a pool 🤣

But that would make a very hot smutty fic.

Pool sex with Javi P 😵‍💫 Oof

I bet when he knows you’re watching him as your laid out on a pool chair, reading a book, pretending to not make it too obvious that you’re checking him out, he puts on a little show for you.

It’s absolutely sweltering out in Colombia, and you’re safe in the shade, but just seeing Javi slowly pull his shirt over his head, has your thighs fluttering and your cheeks feeling warm under your sunglasses.

He probably looks over his shoulder at you, eyebrow raised and lips pursed in a knowing smirk. He throws you for a complete loop when he ever so casually strips down to nothing.

You hear the clank of his belt before you realize what’s happening.

“Caught you staring, cariño. Wanted to treat you to a little show. You just sit back and enjoy yourself.” He says with a wink before he dives into cooling, blue water.

You watch him resurface in front of where you’re laying, and he brings his broad arms to rest along the edge of the side of the pool.

His tan skin is sprinkled beautifully with water droplets and you want nothing more than to run your fingers through his soaked, dark locks.

“Enjoying the view?” He says with amusement in his tone.

“You’re distracting me from my book Javi.” You grumble back.

“Mmm. Can you be a doll and get me one of my smokes? Promise I won’t try any funny business.” He nearly purrs at you.

God dammit.

You’re grabbing his pack of smokes from the little table next to you in a heartbeat. You slowly sink down on the edge of the pool, dipping your feet in on either side of Javi’s shoulders and he’s immediately grasping your calves, pulling you in a little closer to him.

“You sure you don’t wanna take a dip with me, cariño? The water is so refreshing..”

“Mmm, I’m good. I really want to finish this chapter, and then maybe I’ll join you.” You teased, pulling out one of his cigarettes and placed it between his plush lips. He leans up, his chest brushing your thighs as you light the tip of the cigarette for him.

He takes a deep drag, the tip of the cigarette glowing bright orange as he looks into your eyes intently, waiting for your self control to crumble before him.

“Can I have a kiss at least? Just a small one. Would love to have a little taste. From the looks of it, your lips are begging for mine, baby.”

You pluck the cigarette from his lips, holding it out to the side as you give a sweet, proper kiss.

Just as you’re pulling away, Javi is yanking you into the pool, between his broad chest and the pool wall, caging you between his arms.

You’re immediately swatting at his chest with your freehand, glaring deeply into his eyes as he plucks the cigarette from between your two fingers and places it back between his lips.

“Oops, now you’re wet baby. Doesn’t it feel nice? Nice and refreshing?..”

“You’re such a fucking ass. Can’t even keep your hands to yourself for more than 5 minutes?”

“5 minutes? You’re too kind. I can’t last more than a few seconds without touching you, cariño”

You’re not sure how you ended up with your bikini bottoms pulled to the side, your chest flush against Javi’s broad wet chest as he fucks into you. He has one arm wrapped around your waist, and his free hand is firmly around the base of your throat. His cigarette stays pursed between his lips, expertly.

“That’s it baby, taking me so fucking well. You like being fucked in the pool like the dirty little whore you are? Huh, baby? I know you fucking love it.” He grunts out, tightening his grip around your throat slightly, with his fingertips digging into your waist deliciously.

Fuck, what chapter did you even leave off on? You’re too full of Javi’s cock to remember now, let alone care to remember.

#javier peña #javier pena smut #javier pena fic #javier pena imagine #javier pena x reader #javier pena one shot #javier pena narcos

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skywlker-sluvtt · 1 year

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So I have a lot of body shame because I'm mid size and curvy. Anakin with a curvy girl who has a bit of a tummy? 🥺

NEVER BE INSECURE BABY UR SEXYYY. I love curvy bodies they're so beautifullll. I'm kinda the same about my body but I'm learning to love it :) This inspired me to write a fluffy ass fic that rotted my gums from how sweet it is.

This isn't incredibly Anakin accurate I just wanted to make it really fluffy and sweet leave me alone 🥹

Breathtakingly Gorgeous

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 955

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This year's annual gala for the senate was a black-tie event. It was basic enough only requiring a simple dress. You’d chosen a pretty floor-length gown in a maroon shade. The colour accentuated your gorgeous features which is why it was your favourite. Unfortunately, the only thing you could notice was that it was a little tight around the tummy. Running your hands across your stomach you sucked in trying to take it all away with little success. Anakin pulled you from your trance with a low whistle. “Look at you sweetheart” He grinned walking over to hug you from behind. He squeezed you before pressing a light kiss against your cheek. “I think you should wear this dress every day” He whispered admiring you through the mirror.

His compliments seemed to leave your head immediately. He looked so handsome in his formal robes. Anakin was joining you at the gala since your relationship was no longer a secret. This was the first time he was attending an event as your husband. The way the almost silk-like tunic sat tight against his perfect body filled your head with even worse thoughts. Like whether or not he’d look so much better beside someone else. Someone like Padme she always looked so effortlessly beautiful. “Y/N?” Anakin whispered and you hummed. “What's wrong? Your eyes are sad” He frowned. You tried to create an excuse but the words were caught in your throat.

“I uh think maybe I’ll wear a different dress” You whispered. “What!? Why? This one is perfect, you look so delicious in it I already wanna have my dessert” He teased. The negative feelings continued to plague your mind, you couldn’t find humour in his words. “It doesn’t look good” You shrugged playing with the rings you wore, specifically your wedding ring Anakin hand-crafted you from your favourite gemstone.

“Talk to me” He encouraged. You replied with a shrug refusing to look back at him. “I just don’t like the dress” You lied. Anakin cupped your cheeks in his hands and kissed your nose causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. The small affection reminded you of the first time he kissed you. How gentle and nervous he was about it. “What don’t you like about it?” He asked quietly. His breath smelt like spearmint toothpaste, every part of him always smelt so nice.

Anakin patiently waited for you to respond rocking you side to side. Your eyes filled with tears at the silence. When you didn’t reply he pulled you forward for a hug and kissed your forehead. “I don’t mean to upset you more baby but you’ve got fifteen minutes unless you’re gonna fake sick,” Anakin said stroking your hair. You sniffled into his chest. “I don’t like the way it looks on my tummy,” You told him. “Sweet girl you really gotta stop criticising your beautiful body,” He told you. “It’s not beautiful” “Yes it is, y’know I’m gonna have to beat you up for talking about my wife like that” He teased. You giggled a little wiping at your tear-stained cheeks.

You finally looked back up at him and he smiled. “Don’t you ever think you’d look a lot better beside someone…prettier?” You asked nervously. “Never baby don’t ever say that again. There is no one, I mean absolutely no one prettier than you. I’m so proud to be standing beside you as your husband today. For the first time, I’m gonna be Senator Y/L/N’s husband and I couldn’t be happier about it” He smiled. Hearing that made you want to cry even more. “I really love you Anakin,” You told him. “I really love you too honey” He grinned.

“You’re so absolutely divine love,” He whispered admiring you. “Now as much as I’d like to lay you down and show you how much I love you and your scrumptious body you have to go be a politician for a bit” He continued. “I know how excited you’ve been about the gala so you’ve gotta be my confident girl yeah?” “I’m just a little…embarrassed about it. I feel like they’re all gonna see it” You sighed. “It being your stomach?” He asked. You nodded. “Lucky for you everyone has a stomach and yours is just extra, extra sexy” He laughed. Anakin grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to look in the mirror once more.

Staring back at yourself you felt significantly less bad about how the dress looked. The way he was looking at you helped. Anakin has the most boyish smile across his face as his eyes devoured your body. He made you feel like a prize. “You are so breathtakingly gorgeous” He whispered running his hands up your sides. “Now you’re being corny” You giggled.

“I promise you when we get home I’m going to ravish you, unfortunately, we don’t have time to spare baby let’s go,” Anakin said. “Okay,” You nodded with a smile. “I can’t wait to show you off” He grinned making you blush as you put on your heels. “Really?” “Really” He replied handing you your clutch. “Thank you” You whispered before he wrapped his arm around your waist lovingly. “I love you Y/N” He grinned. “I love you more Ani” You replied leading him toward the door.

I might write a part two of love-making and body worship with sickly sweet anakin praise :)

#thanks for the request!#ani wani #anakin skywalker #anakin fluff #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin fic #star wars #star wars fic #sw prequels

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indulgentandidiotic · 1 year

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TWST w/ an MC Who Bakes Them Homemade Sweets! (Housewardens excluding Leona)

Warnings: Mentions/implications of DISORDERED EATING in Riddle and Azul's parts.

GN! Reader

Synopsis: You bake them sweets!

Riddle Rosehearts:

* Riddle is a huge fan of sweets! Especially tarts, custards, and all things strawberry~ !!

* So, if you ever came up to him bearing desserts of this nature, he’d be ecstatic! Though, if you gave him sweets briefly after his overblot incident, I imagine the extremely strong influence his mother had on him may make him a bit reluctant about accepting them (I’m still haunted by that scene where she described the nutritional contents of Riddle’s “birthday cake”. He doesn’t need to hear that!!!)

* Another thought that comes to mind… Perhaps Riddle has had a fairly weird relationship with food. Is it possible that shortly after Riddle enrolled at NRC, he had trouble deciding what would be best to eat? Would he have also been tempted or uncomfortable watching other people enjoy eating whatever they wanted, along with seeing the abundant presence of sweets in the area? How did he manage Unbirthday Parties up to this point when mostly all they served were candies, pastries, cakes, and sweets?

* Though, if you gave him sweets a significant while after his overblot, when he has gotten significantly better, I imagine he’d still be very happy and grateful, but less apprehensive about accepting your kind gesture.

** Rushing around the room, you hurriedly scooped the whipped cream into the piping bag from the mixer and grabbed your dessert box and ribbon at the edge of the counter- squeezing the cream onto the smooth top of the custard tart and carefully positioning the fresh strawberries upon the fluffy cream. Then, you sprinkled a light dusting of powdered sugar on top, thus making this strawberry tart sweet enough to give someone diabetes.

And after boxing and tying the tart up in a shiny red ribbon, you flew out of the Ramshackle kitchen and through the front door and sprinted towards Heartslabyul. …

*** Riddle looked to you in surprise. Really? That beautiful tart is for him, you say?

* “Th- thank you, Y/N! This looks absolutely delicious. Oh? You made it yourself?! My, that’s amazing.” Riddle graced you with a small smile, gazing at the tart lovingly. You think you might’ve even seen a few tears well up in his eyes…

Suffice to say, Riddle was extremely happy with your thoughtful gift and praised you endlessly on the taste. It was as if you imbued magic into the tart to make it sparkle in the light and taste heavenly. Honestly, you think the only other time you’ve seen him smile this hard is when he ranked #1 in every single one of his classes a while back.

… Sometimes… Riddle requests you to help tr*y out with baking for the Unbirthday Parties. Between you and me, I think Riddle asks this because he likes your sweets better than tr*y’s. And though tr*y is kinda mid, you agree. I mean, how could one ever say no to Riddle?

Azul Ashengrotto:

* Why…. Why would you do this to him…. He’s trying to keep track of his calorie intake, isn’t he?

* So, you and Azul often have study sessions together. Both of you are very smart and wonderful individuals, and you…. being the angelic lovely soul that you are, like to bring snacks to those sessions. Cue you baking perfect macarons of varying shades for normal study days, piping buttercream frosting onto fluffy cupcakes for testing weeks, and making soft and warm mini waffles for early morning sessions.

* Azul… absolutely adores you, he does! You’re nice to him, you listen to him, you help him out, and you genuinely want to spend time with him! But… and while he loves your sweets, as well, you’re really just breaking his dieting.

* Depending on how much he eats of your scrumpdiddliumptious treats and his mood, he either feels like treating today as a cheat day/deserved dessert or as a crime against his body.

* Though, because it’s you, perhaps he can eat a little more. You are a good baker. .. Maybe you should work at the Mostro Lounge. Here, Azul’ll sign a deal with you~!

** “Are you ready for today’s session?” Azul asked, smirking at you as he plopped a hot stack of papers, books, and study guides onto one of the Mostro Lounge tables. Eyeing the stack wearily and warily, you nodded, also setting your ‘stack’ of sweets onto the table.

You two were studying for the semester exam later that week, and with Grim’s grades, you were sure to get the highest score you could to prevent your average from getting pulled down by Grim.

** As you sat down at the table and got out your pen and notebook, you picked up one of the rich chocolate cupcakes from your stack. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Azul grimace. With a mouthful of delicious, moist, fluffy cake, you asked Azul if he wanted any- and with a shake of his head, he replied, "Oh no. I couldn’t.”

** You: “Why not?”

** Azuzu: “You know, I- I just don’t think that much sugar’s good for me…”

*** And with that, your eyes lit up. “Well, Azul… I actually tried some new recipes that reduced the sugar and calorie amounts. And besides, it’s scientifically proven that eating sweets increases focus. I know even you can’t get perfect grades without studying, so why not increase your studying power with a snack?”

Azul stared at you. “You tried a new recipe?”

“Yeah! Especially for you! I know you like sweets, and I know you can be pretty conscious about calories and stuff.. so I… I just wanted to help you be able to eat a lot of yummy stuff without worrying as much about sugar and things…”

At this point Azul wasn’t looking at you anymore. From this angle you could maybe see a faint blush and ghost of a smile as Azul looked at his open textbook. And… possibly with a slight quiver in his voice, you heard Azul ask… “You did this for me?”

You rolled your eyes, a soft smile threatening to show on your beautiful face. “Of course Azul! I like you. I want to make you happy.”

Silence… Then Azul took a deep breath and put on his best client-winning smile. “Well, thank you, Y/N!” And with a much softer smile… One you might’ve mistook for being genuine if you didn’t know any better, “I really appreciate it.”

** You: “Well then, let’s get to stuffing our faces and studying till our brains fall out!!”

** Cue you two finishing the whole basket of macarons you baked, and Azul’s mood increasing exponentially.

Vil Schoenheit:

* Oh, you’re another one of his fans, yes? Well, Vil will accept your lovely box of homemade chocolates and apple ‘n spice cupcakes with a heart-stopping smile! … And then turn to give it to some lucky Pomefiore soul once you’re gone.

* Well? Can you blame him? This man is on a strict diet after Rook told him his jawline looked a tad fatter last week. There’s no way he’s going to indulge in some sweets! Not even if he wants to.

* But… if you’re not just one of his fans…. If he knows you and you two are on good terms, why… Well, maybe he’ll indulge just this once… Oh. OH! OH SEVENS ABOVE!! Dear me, are you a master chef or something?!

* Vil is astounded! You bake better than tr*y!!! Now, whenever Vil sees you in the halls he has to physically restrain himself from walking over to see if you’ve baked anything new.

* And if you’ve managed to find a to-die-for recipe that has reduced sugar and calories and all that good stuff? Well, Vil is done for. He’s done. Congrats! He is your man now.

Kalim Al-Asim:

* This man is a tricky one, for sure. On one hand, your sweets do look delicious, but… he’s had bad experiences with others’ food in the past. The only one he trusts is Jamil!!!

* Though, perhaps if you get Jamil to approve your food, then maybe Kalim will try it! And if he does? Whoo, boy, Kalim will love you forever!

* Seriously!! Your treats are amazing!!! They taste so good! And there’s so much variety! There’s the way way too sweet ones (which Kalim loves), the ones that are savory, the ones that are mild…. You make cakes, and pastries, and gelatins, and ice creams….!

* If you ever start a bakery or try to sell your goods, Kalim will be sure to help you! He’ so grateful you gave him good food and didn��t try to poison him, it’s the least he can do!

Idia Shroud:

* Is very confused? Why are you giving him candy? Wait! You made this YOURSELF???!! Then why are you giving it to him?! Give this masterpiece to someone better!!!

* Haha jk lol, but seriously. I think Idia would be touched that you thought him special enough to give him a gift. And homemade, no less! He’ll remember this day forever~ Maybe he’ll find you approachable enough after this event to ask you for more candy, eh?

* He might even cry and giggle and scream into his pillow while he kicks his feet in the air, who knows.??

Malleus Draconia:

* Child of Man. One is very touched that thou chesen to grace thyself with the gift of ‘baked goods’. One shall cherish this gift till mine’s last beat of the heart.

* You heard the man. He loves your gift! Many people are afraid of him, though all he wants is friends. So why wouldn’t he be ecstatic when you decide to show him some love and give him the priceless gift of homemade sweets?

* Perhaps you’ll gift him more treats in the future? But even if you don’t, Malleus is sure to stick by you. You’re one of the first to approach him, and for that he is grateful. After this event, I’m sure he’d want to know more about you, and become true friends. Sebek is probably jealous of you, though, so watch out….

**They got progressively shorter as it went on. Sorry :( And a special apology to Leona likers.

**I know Vil also has a slight weird relationship with food, but I wrote this at a time when I didn't know that, and I'm too lazy to rewrite things. Maybe in the future I'll do him and Leona justice.

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channoticedmeuwu · 11 months

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𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 — 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

p — KANG TAEHYUN × FEM!READER | g — fluff, a few dirty jokes, suggestive if u wanna squint, bsf!taehyun | w — mutual pining, they drinking coffee

A/N — KISS. sorry. I haven't written for taehyun in a solid while so here we go. it will happen again. 🫶 also, the weather is so nice here !! the rain reminded me of drives, so this is v self indulgent hah

🎧 — “MONA LISA” - dominic fike & “LIKE CRAZY” - jimin

taehyun's been your best friend for quite some time now. and to get straight to the point, you didn't feel just best friends anymore. you couldn't exactly remember when you've felt this way about someone, but you can't exactly blame yourself— taehyun was making you forget about anyone else but him.

so imagine your excitement when he called you that late sunday evening, telling you to grab your coat and wallet because he was coming to pick you up to drive around the rain. you remember he licked his lips when you entered, his eyes slowly glazing around your outfit before he chuckled at some joke you don't remember making.

the gush of cold wind from the outside had entered the car when you opened the door, and made his glasses fog up from the temperature difference in & out the car. you giggled at him as he pulled them off to wipe them clean, scowling at you before eventually giving into a smile.

and he'd eye you occasionally while the two of you stood at a red light, the color bleeding through the wet windshield and onto your features as you mouthed the lyrics to a song you chose— holding an invisible mic underneath his chin, before he'd shake his head, and you'd complain, “you're no fun!”

and the two of you sat in a Starbucks parking lot, laughing about how absurd the content of the latest quiz was. soft ‘pitter patter’ echoing as the rain hit the roof of his car, sunroof cover off and absorbing the pale color of the sky illuminating the insides of the car. he was talking about something you don't recall too well, all ears for the way his lips pressed together occasionally mid convo, the way his eyes beamed everytime he smiled, or when he'd stop sometimes to catch his breath from how fast he was speaking. and you remember him asking you, “are you listening?” with a snap of his fingers in front of your face, smirking at you. but he didn't give you a chance to respond— excusing himself to quickly run and bring in the drinks you two ordered.

and you caught the absolute lovesick look you had on in the rear view mirror, feeling suddenly embarrassed. is that how you look at him constantly?

and when he returned, you realized how his aura was just emphasized by the rain. droplets that were not yet absorbed into his hair spread sprinkled upon his bangs like pearls, freckled water upon his cheeks that he was wiping away with the corner of his sleeve— like he was some royalty, with a sparkly hue sprinkling down from the sky itself.

and he caught you staring, turning a shade of pink. “stop looking at me like that.”

and that's when you realized that taehyun looked so pretty in pink— cheeks colored with warmth despite the cold, the corners of his eyes crinkling, applying his chapstick to protect from the cold, making his lips darker as he rubbed them together. and you just shook your head, smacking him and getting back on topic.

“i don't know why you would order a cold drink,” he furrowed his eyebrows at you, eyeing your fingers stir the straw before you took it into your mouth. and his eyes darted away, looking outside instead, suddenly turning red.

“its delicious!”

he scoffed, “and you're stupid.”

“dude, just drink your pumpkin spice or something and shut up.”

“make me.”

“what?”

“huh?”

he bent towards the screen in the car and turned the volume of the song playing up. “i didn't say anything?”

little did you know, cluelessly absorbed with your own feelings, that you didn't realize it wasn't usual for taehyun to take girls in his car out for drives in the rain. or tease them for their drink choices. or let them pick what music plays in his car. or stare at them like he was right now.

taehyun was usually respectful— he didn't really find it his place to nudge someone, or to tell someone that their choices don't fit right with his own. so why didn't you realize that this boy wasn't just toying with you for his own fun, that he didn't actually give a fuck if you drank cold in this weather or not, that he's here in this moment with you as not “just friends.” ?

“you got something on your—” he pointed to your chin, and then rolled his eyes when you missed the spot multiple times. “here?”

“no,” he bent over, suddenly a bit too close for someone who needed to innocently tell a friend that they had a spec of food on their face. he wiped your chin, thumb accidentally (or not) grazing over your bottom lip. “here.”

“oh...”

you felt your lips pressed together when you eyed his features, his glasses falling lower and lower, feeling the drink slip out of your grip from the condensation from the cup. and you giggled, a hand on his chest as he placed his over your own, pushing him slightly away. “thanks, hyun.”

he hummed, clicking the window behind you to open slightly, a gush of cold suddenly entering the car and ruffling your hair. and you yelped, suddenly closing your eyes. “dude, what the fuck!”

and since you were distracted, you didn't see the blush that had settled on his cheeks, and you didn't see him biting his lips as he pulled his drink closer to his lips to take a sip. “fuck. you. ungrateful. good for nothing. dick!” you gave him a smack on his arm with every word, giggles in the car and a warm tingle in your stomach.

“dick!?” he gasped, pouting mockingly, “i liked it when you called me hyun.”

“well, you're a dick, now.” you settled the last of your hair, brushing the rain water out.

“your dick?”

“maybe.”

then after some silence. “dude, that sounds so weird.”

“fuck. yeah, you're right.”

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misc-obeyme · 8 months

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Teapot- barbatos

Hello there!

Did I put teapot on the prompt list in the hopes that someone would request Barbatos for it? Nooooo don't be silly! (I absolutely did.)

I took some artistic liberties with Barbatos's room for this one, mostly because all we ever see is the weird stairs. I imagine he has to have a different corner of the room with an actual bed and stuff.

Thanks for the request!

GN!MC x Barbatos with prompt Teapot

Warnings: none!

You were in the human world when you saw it - the perfect teapot. It was an antique made of porcelain. The teapot was mostly black, but it had a delicate pattern of small blossoms in shades of blue and teal. The minute you saw it, you knew you had to get it for Barbatos.

When you brought it to him, he accepted your gift graciously. You took in his gentle smile and light blush as he held up the teapot to look at it more closely. You were certain that he truly appreciated that you had chosen this particular item for him.

After that day, you had tea many times at the castle. Most of the time, it was with one or more of the others. Every time you came to the table, you noticed what teapot was sitting on it. It was never the one you had given to Barbatos that day. You hoped it wasn't because the teapot was unusable for some reason. You had checked and it seemed to be free of cracks, but perhaps you had missed something.

Barbatos had quite the collection of teapots and teacups at the castle, so nearly every time you were there, a different one was being used. Still, you saw that some were repeats that were used more frequently. Now that you were paying attention, you also noticed that he had different sizes, too. He always chose larger ones when more people were in attendance.

But you never saw him use your gift. You didn't want to ask him about it, especially in front of everyone else, so you didn't say anything.

Until the next time you had tea with Barbatos on your own. It had been months since you had given him that teapot, but your schedules just hadn't aligned to allow for you to spend time alone together until now.

He brought a tray of tea to the table in the garden, setting it down in front of you. You noticed the teapot instantly, a simple white ceramic one with matching cups.

Barbatos sat across from you and poured a cup of tea for you both. You took the cup from him as he handed it over and sipped at the delicious liquid before setting it down.

You reached your hand out, resting your fingertips lightly on the teapot. Barbatos watched you, eyes following your movements.

You looked up. "Do you ever use that teapot I gave you?"

Barbatos smiled, a hint of teasing in his eyes. "Are you disappointed that you've never seen me use it?"

You frowned. Of course he already knew how you felt. And how exactly were you supposed to answer a question like that? You couldn't just say yes. You decided not to respond at all, only waiting.

Barbatos put down his teacup and stood. He came to your side and took your hands. "Allow me to show you."

You rose from the table and Barbatos created a portal, pulling you through it with him. You found yourself in his bedroom, the odd stairs and doors all around you.

On the other side of his bed there was a large window with a spacious sill. Sitting in the middle of it was the teapot in question. On one end of the window sill, you saw an electric kettle and various tea making items.

You looked at Barbatos questioningly.

He smiled at you. "I must admit that I am selfish when it comes to your gift. I will only use it when I am making tea for myself, thus ensuring that it is safe. I have lost many a teapot while serving tea to others. When it is not in use, it sits here where I may see it every day."

Your heart swelled and you felt the heat of the blush that rose in your cheeks. You didn't know what you had been expecting, but it wasn't this.

Barbatos took your hands and pulled you into his embrace. "Forgive me if I made you think that I did not appreciate your gift. The truth is that I cherish it, just as I cherish you."

Your heart raced as you pressed your face into Barbatos's neck, allowing yourself to bask in the feeling of being cherished, the feeling of being held in his arms.

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mayajadewrites · 1 month

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Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Eight: Patience

WARNING: smut ahead, you've been warned!

After your post-tan shower, you start to get ready. Levi is lounging on the bed with his book, sipping a cup of tea that he ordered from room service. His hands are over the top of the cup, letting the heat hit his palm.

“I don’t know what to wear.” You sift through your luggage. “What’s the dress code for tonight?”

“You have to wear a dress.” Levi said without looking up.

“The restaurant said that?”

“I want you to wear a dress.” He finally looked at you as he look a sip.

“Well what if I didn’t bring a dress?”

“I brought one for you.” Levi placed the cup on the side table. He strides to his bag, pulling out a black box with a black satin bow.

“I can’t accept this.” You push the box away.

“You can and you will.” Levi pushed the box into your chest slightly.

You gently pull on the ribbon, not wanting to tear it. When you open the box, you spot your favorite color - sage green.

As you lift the fabric, a square neck corset dress is revealed. There’s a thigh high slit which gives away why Levi bought it for you. The man has a thing for your thick, plush thighs.

“I don’t have heels to match this.”

“Shut up.” Levi pulled out another box that contained light pink suede heels. “You talk too damn much.”

(See the dress here)

You sigh as you look down at your new garments. You can’t help but wonder if you deserve this.

Where you come from - no one gets out. It’s the same cycle over and over again. But you were determined to leave. You never touched a single drug. You drink alcohol sparingly.

You were not going to be like your parents. Specifically, your mother.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you put on your dress and heels. The dress fits your curves perfectly while also accentuating your chest. The heels are gorgeous and compliment your new tan well. You watch your long, wavy hair cascade down your back as you finish getting ready. A spritz of your favorite vanilla perfume is the cherry on top.

When you step out of the bathroom, Levi is putting on a watch. A very expensive looking one. It’s simple, but elegant.

Just like him.

When he looks at you, he swears there’s an angel in front of him.

He’s wearing a sage green suit with a white dress shirt underneath. Two buttons are undone, revealing his clavicle.

You just told him your favorite color… how did have these already? Coincidence?

“You clean up nice.” You past Levi to grab your purse.

“I guess I’ll return the compliment.” He brushed a piece of lint off his sleeve.

“I told you today my favorite color was THIS specific shade of green.” You pinch the fabric at his wrists.

“You did.”

“So… you just also like this color?”

“No. I already knew your favorite color.”

“And you just… played dumb?”

“I absolutely did.” Levi peers through his front fringe to look at you. “I can’t let you in on all of my secrets now can I?”

_________________

After the delicious dinner, you can’t help but feel tension between you and Levi.

Sexual tension.

Tonight you wanted to act on it.

“Levi can you grab the champagne please? And two glasses?”

Levi, without a word or sarcastic remark, grabbed the bottle along with two glasses. You make your way to the balcony where there are two lounge chairs and a beautiful view of the water.

It’s so… private. Peaceful.

Levi poured your glass and sat next to you.

“Cheers to… this conference.” You smile, holding up your glass. Levi nods, clinking his glass gently with yours. You both take a sip while staring at each other.

As you set your glass down, you hold your gaze on Levi. His eyes wander to your chest, then your thighs, down to your legs.

“Do you like what you see, Levi?” Your voice is lower - almost at a whisper.

“I like when you’re obedient and where what I ask.” Levi’s half lidded eyes met yours.

“What else do you want me to do?” You press your elbow to your knee and rest your chin on your palm. Levi now has a full view of your chest.

“I want you sit there and let me taste you.”

You’re almost surprised by the words that are coming out of his mouth. “Let’s go inside th-“ You try to stand up.

“I said, sit there and let me taste you.” Levi stands up and moves closer to you. He puts his hands on either side of you on the armrests, letting his body hover over yours. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” You gulp. You push yourself forward to press your lips to his, but he pulls away.

“Patience.” He whispers as his hand meets your cheek. “Do I have to teach you a lesson already?”

“No.” You shake your head, your breath shaky.

In silence, Levi presses his lips to your cheek, trailing kisses to your ear down to your neck. You feel him bite gently while simultaneously sucking on the spot.

“No marks.” You push his chest slightly.

“You said not where people can see.” He growled.

“People see my neck every day, Levi.” You throw your head back as pleasure fills your veins.

Levi pulls himself off of your neck, planting kisses down to the top of your breasts. “These are so beautiful.” His large hand caresses your skin. He begins to knead one tit in one hand, while pulling down the top of your dress with the other.

You feel your core heat up, undoubtably soaking. Levi takes the nipple in his mouth, sucking on the nub gently. While he sucks, his other hand massages your other tit. Soft moans leave your mouth as he makes home in your breasts.

“Levi, please.” You whine as you dig your fingers in his hair. You drag the pads of your fingers along his uppercut, pulling him into you.

“Please what? Use your words.” He grumbled against your skin. He began to bite down on your plump tit, leaving purple marks. He then moved on to the other breast, careful not to give one more attention than the other.

“Kiss me.” You sigh, the skin between your thighs getting coated with your arousal.

“Please.” Levi looks up at you through his blue-grey eyes.

“Please kiss me Levi. Please, please, please.” You whine again, almost unable to control yourself.

“What a spoiled brat I’ve created.” Levi brings his lips to yours, placing soft kisses along your mouth. He pays special attention to your bottom lip, begging for his tongue to enter.

“Mm.” You moan against him as you wrap your arms around his neck. Levi tastes like fresh mint as his tongue dances with yours.

“I’ve been thinking about your thighs all day.” Levi groaned against you as he places his hand on your right thigh. “How they feel around my body, pressed against my ears -“ He pulls himself off of you to kneel on the ground in front of you.

Your breath hitches as he lowers himself so your legs drape over him.

“Let me take off my shoes,” You reach for the strap of your heels.

“No. Those stay on.” Levi pushed your hand away.

You lean back as Levi positions himself in front of you. His hands run a trail up to your dress, pushing it so it pools around your waist, revealing your lace thong.

“This is pretty.” Levi’s fingers pad over the fabric. “Too bad they’ll be getting torn.” Levi grasps the string and pulls it quickly, snapping the undergarment.

“Levi!”

“I’ll buy you more.” He threw the underwear on the ground.

You look forward, watching the waves crash onto the shore. The air smells like coconuts and freshly cut grass.

Levi presses his palms to each of your thighs, bringing his mouth closer to your pussy. He kisses the plush flesh of your inner thighs as he gets closer to your core. You instantly press your thighs against his head at the touch.

“Such a pretty pussy.” Levi whispers. “I bet it tastes as good as it looks.”

Levi presses soft kisses to your slit, letting his tongue slide past your folds. Your eyes roll back and you moan, gripping onto his raven locks.

“So wet already.” He hummed as he inserted two fingers inside of you, his tongue finding your clit and focusing on it. While is tongue twirled around your sensitive nub, you feel your insides pulsate. Your hands press Levi into you more until he stops all movement.

You open your eyes and look down at him, but he’s already staring at you.

“You can’t cum until I say so.” The vibration of his voice against your pussy making your toes curl.

“But Levi-“ You whine. “I want to cum.”

“Patience.” Levi reiterated when he said before. “You will not cum until I say so.”

You nod, even though the last thing you want to do is listen to him. His fingers start to move again as he sucks on your clit gently, letting his tongue dance around the nub.

“Levi,” You moan loudly. Fuck it if your neighbors can hear you.

“Say my name again.” Levi hummed, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Levi, please.” A mixture of moans and almost inaudible noises escape your mouth.

“Tell me you want to cum.”

“I want to come, Levi. Please.” You beg.

“Go.” Levi buried his lips in your pussy, his hand gripping your thigh while the other pumped fingers into you.

You feel your pussy clench around him as you chase that high. A wave of ecstasy fills your body as the world went dark. You don’t know if your eyes are open or closed at this point.

Levi devoured you through your high, letting your juices cover his face. “What a good girl. Can you come again for me?” Levi continued to suck on your clit, adding a third finger inside of you. He pumps them quickly as he moves one hand to your breast, massaging it gently.

“Fuck, Levi.” You moan, your toes curling as you press your thighs into the sides of his face. Another wave comes, catching you by surprise. You’ve never came twice before within the same session.

Levi smiles against your heat before pulling away. “You taste so good, I had to have seconds.”

Your breath is erratic as your legs shake. Levi places soft kisses on your thighs as he makes his way up to your mouth. Your lips are pouty and swollen from his kisses earlier, which makes him smile. He’s left you… a mess. Bruised and eaten.

“Taste yourself.” Levi presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You moan at the contact, involuntarily. “You made such a mess on these chairs.”

“Levi, I want to feel you.” You pull him down to you.

“Not yet.” He whispers, kissing your cheek.

“When?”

“Patience, brat.”

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miyuhpapayuh · 9 months

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sixteen.

Zora, the sassy sagittarian, turned twenty nine or twenty fine, as Nique corrected.

Having stuffed their faces full of delicious food, from several different houses the day prior, her mom and sisters rounded her up for a home cooked breakfast plus mimosas, took her shopping, got her nails and toes done, got her hair redone, all paid for by Leon. She was being pampered to the fullest.

She was currently being driven to her surprise of the night, about to drive her loving boyfriend up a wall with how much she asked, are we there yet?

“I'm gonna turn around and go home,” he playfully threatens, earning a swat to his arm.

“Stop it! I'm just excited, that's all.” She says, crossing her heeled feet.

“I know, I know.” He nods, pulling into the lot, hopping out and helping her out as well.

“Aw, this place is cute!” She says, admiring the building in front of them. It was quaint and draped in deep blue, the name of the poetry club, Speak Easy, is lit up in gold cursive.

“Glad you like it,” he smiles, holding out his hand for her to take, as he leads them inside and over to the round red acrylic table that seems to sit underneath a spotlight. She hums to herself.

The inside was beautiful, the walls are black and the floors, a deeper blue, giving off an almost velvet effect as the steps to the lower level sparkle back at her.

A waitress comes and sits a glass of white wine down in front of her, and a glass of rum in front of Leon, before leaving them alone again.

“What? Is she psychic or something?” She whispers, making him laugh.

“No, baby– even though that would be cool,” he nods, “when making the reservation, it asks for your favorite drink and dessert. You can order something else, but they start with those.”

“That's so cute,” she dances in her seat. “So a slice of red velvet cake is gonna meet me before we leave here, tonight?”

“Absolutely, beautiful.” He answers, leaning in to kiss her lips.

She swoons, just staring at him once he pulls away. He does the same with her.

“You look stunning, tonight. Like a doll.” He compliments, twirling a strand of her curled hair around his finger.

“Thank you! I feel like a doll,” she giggles, “I don't get all done-up like this unless it's an occasion.”

“And an occasion, it is. I pulled out one of my best fits for you, girl.” He chuckles.

“Aw, and you look so good in it!” She compliments, rubbing his chest.

Thank you, baby,” he says, leaning in for another kiss. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you!”

“Welcome, welcome. As always, we appreciate everybody in the house tonight for supporting us. We've got a lovely group for you tonight, some new, some familiar faces. Our first performer is heading our way, so get ready to be wowed and remember, hold your applause til the end.”

The lights dim to a soft pale yellow, as the first person sits upon the stool to share their poetry piece. Spice is her name, and she embodies it perfectly with her ginger hair.

“Honey with spice,

Simple, yet divine.

Wild, but grounded.

Messy, and worth it.

A woman of many shades,

Personas,

Layers.

Who I am is for me to define,

And for you to uncover.”

“Wow, she's good.” Zora comments, as they all clap for Spice. “I like how short and sweet it was.”

He nods in agreement, his nerves beginning to get to him. He smiles at her. “Y-yeah, she did good.”

The next performer by the name of Bleu takes the stage, and the lights dim to a pale blue.

“In spite of it all,

I came, saw and conquered.

In spite of it all,

I lived,

I loved,

And I lost.

In spite of it all,

I have no regrets.

If I could go back and double it.

Triple it.

In spite of it all,

I'd still tell my younger self

to love just as hard as he did,

And my future self

to love harder.”

More applause, and Zora’s sliding her hand into Leon's clammy one, her nose wrinkling up as she softly laughs.

“You okay?” She asks.

“Yeah, just wanna make sure you're having a good time.” He answers, brightening the smile on her face.

“The best time.” She reassures him with a squeeze to his hands. “I know I crack my jokes about you being a walking poem, but I like being in the places you love to be in.. seeing you in your zone, too. It's beautiful to me.”

Moved to tears, he clears his throat and wipes his face. Her hands cover his own, while she gazes at him.

“I've got another surprise for you.” He says, before giving her another kiss and disappearing from the table, leaving her alone and confused.

“What?” She quietly asks, before looking around at the other tables, really feeling like she was underneath a spotlight now.

Turning her attention back to the stage, she takes a sip of her forgotten wine, almost spitting it out as Leon taps the mic.

“What??” She whispers again, her eyes popping out of her head.

She had just gotten contacts, and she knew she was seeing correctly.

He was performing?? She finally gets to see him do his thing, on her birthday?? Was he gonna perform a piece for her??

She had so many questions that were about to be answered, as the lights dimmed to deep orange, completely moving her to tears.

“In all the ways,

I dream of you.

You're a goddess.

Ethereal.

I happily kiss the ground you walk on,

Pluck every flower just for you.

My muse.

My passion is you.

The most beautiful woman to

ever walk the earth.

To ever cross my mind.

Damn, you’re so fine.

In all the ways,

I dream of you.

The light,

And the dark.

My sun,

And my moon.

You shine brighter

Than the stars.

The blank space

In between stanzas.

A resting space,

A much needed break.

I lose my senses

When it comes to you.

Forgetting how to speak

Is only the beginning of

Just how frazzled you make me.

In all the ways,

I dream of you.

Bold,

Brilliant,

Beautiful.

Captivating,

Enamoring,

Mesmerizing.

I'm hooked on you.

Absolutely,

Always and,

Forever.”

The applause seems to double in volume as he finishes, and a single slice of red velvet cake with a candle in it is sat down in front of her, as everyone sings happy birthday to her.

“What?!” she yells for the third time.

Grabbing the napkin from the table, she dabs at her eyes and looks around in disbelief, feeling like she was living in a dream.

“Make a wish, sweet stuff.” He says from the mic, as he was still on the stage.

Taking a second to think, she clasps her hands together and blows the candle out, earning another wave of applause that makes her squeal.

As soon as he makes his way back to Zora, she damn near clings to him, giving him all the hugs and kisses she could possibly give.

“That was… that was the most beautiful, sweetest thing ever.” She whimpers, wiping her tears away for the second time tonight.

“I'm so glad you loved it, cause I was so nervous!” He chuckles, lacing their fingers together and kissing her lips, repeatedly.

“It was perfect,” she says in between kisses, “you are the sweetest man!”

“I do my best for you.”

Listening to the rest of the poetry pieces, sipping on her wine and eating the most delicious cake, Zora was on a high for the rest of the night.

“Best birthday ever.” She says, swishing the soapy bubbles around in the bath he drew for her.

“Ever?” He asks, tracing a random pattern on her other arm as he sits behind her in the spacious tub.

“Ever,” she repeats. “Tonight was something out of a movie! I felt like the only woman in the world.”

“You're the only woman in my world. That's for sure.” He says, making her giggle and welcome the many kisses to her neck and cheek.

“I love you, sweet stuff.”

“I love you too, sugar foot.”

She never even considered “birthday sex” to be a thing, but the way he put it down had her working her brain overtime on what to cook him for his birthday, which happened to be the next morning.

A day and a year apart, she had to admit was pretty wicked.

“Happy dirty thirty, Avery!” She'd greeted early this morning, pressing kisses to every part of his face.

His baritone laugh sounded through the room as he wrapped her up in his arms, “thank you, sweetheart.”

“I made breakfast!” She says, excitedly jumping up from his bed and into the hallway, causing him to sit up and rub his eyes, and properly stretch.

Coming back in with a plate of strawberry crepes, her grin turns cheesier at the look on his face.

“Look at this!” He exclaims, taking the plate from her. “I've always wanted to try my hand at these.”

“I knew it,” she laughs. “I've only made them like one other time, and it took me like an hour! So try them and tell me what you think, please.”

He nods and takes a bite. Then, another bite. And one more, his hums of appreciation cause her to cover her face.

“Damn, this is delicious!” He says, popping a strawberry into his mouth.

“Yeah, you really like ‘em??” She asks, watching him continue to eat.

“Girl, you finna watch these disappear!” He chuckles, pulling her into his lap, where she takes over feeding him the delicious breakfast.

“Is this how you feel when you cook for me?” She asks, looking down at his handsome face.

“Super accomplished? Hell yeah,” he wholeheartedly nods, making her giggle.

“Did you taste 'em?” He asks, holding a piece out for her.

“I did, but I'll just have one more bite.” She obliges, sighing at the sweet and creamy taste.

Like he said, she watched him make the crepes disappear in record time. She clapped as he hit his victory dance, still seated.

Doing his best shimmy for her, the burst of giggles that hit his ears was another present for his day.

“I got you something,” she says, while they're standing hip to hip in the kitchen, washing the leftover dishes from breakfast.

“What is it?” He asks, nudging her once she starts to laugh.

“Let's finish up here, and you'll see!” She says, flicking soap at him. Of course he flicked some back, right on her nose.

Did the dishes get neglected for a soapy water fight that lasted for five minutes? Absolutely.

Did those five minutes turn into an extra thirty, as they went at it on the counter? Again. Absolutely.

Done with their own shenanigans for the time being, cleaned up and sitting in his living room, Zora sits the box in his lap, a huge smile stuck on her face.

“I don't know which one of us is more excited,” he cracks, the box making a snap sound as he pops it open, finding a stack of gold, square rings— the coolest rings he's ever seen with his own two eyes.

“Woah,” he says, blowing out a breath.

“I originally went to buy you a new chain. Maybe some new studs, but then I saw these! And while you don't wear much jewelry, I thought it would be something of a statement piece to add to your wardrobe, ya know? B-but, if you don't like ‘em, I kept the receipt.” She says, folding her hands in her lap.

“Oh, I'm keepin’ these!,” he laughs, reaching out to squeeze her hand. “Thank you. These are super fucking cool, babe. Ima put ‘em on now, just cause!” He announces, pulling them out and sliding them on his middle and ring fingers, holding them up to watch them shine back at him.

Zora's chin is in her palms now, watching him enjoy his gift was the highlight of her day.

“You're welcome, babe.” She responds, pulling his hand towards her, wanting to watch them shine, too.

“Oh, one more thing!’ She says, before hopping up and grabbing the box she hid on the other side of his couch. The complete confusion on his face was priceless.

“How long was that there?” He asks.

“About a week?,” she pauses to do her mental math, before nodding, “yeah, about a week.”

“I’m surprised I missed this big ass box,” he chuckles, making her shake her head.

“I’m glad you did miss it! What kind of surprise would that have been?” She asks with a laugh.

“She’s learning the premise, lord.” He kids, laughing as she snatches the box away.

“I guess I’ll just take this baby back, since you like to play games.”

“Alright, okay. Let’s relax, I was just kidding,” he holds his hands up in mock surrender, making her laugh and hand it back.

Just in case she tried any more funny business, he pulled the lid off the box to find a smaller box with the word Canon written on it.

“A camera? For real?!” He yells, opening it up to pull out the Canon EOS Rebel T7 DSLR Panasonic LUMIX FZ1000 I.

His jaw was on the floor and his mind was blown.

“I've had my eye on this one, girl.”

“I know.” She says, sitting back down beside him.

Unable to find the words, he just fondly shakes his head and stares at the camera, trying to figure out how to turn it on.

Once he does, he checks the battery and aims the camera at Zora, who covers her face.

“Come on, be the first picture to grace this, here camera! Let me see that beautiful face, Jean!” He says, pushing her shoulder with his free hand.

“Okay, okay,” she drops her hands, and he captures her natural mug. Looking back at the photo, he fondly shakes his head again.

“What,” she nudges him.

“You got me the coolest gifts ever. I don't know what to say, besides thank you. That feels inadequate.”

“The coolest guy ever deserves the coolest things ever, right?!” She exclaims, nudging him again.

“The coolest?” He asks, that boyish grin making her own cheeks burn as she nods.

“I'm glad you like your gifts, seriously. I know gift giving is your thing, and you're so thoughtful with yours.. I just wanted to live up to that, too.”

“Zora, let's not forget that you've painted me. Several times. The most thoughtful thing I've ever seen. Hell, you set the standard for me! We could do this all night,” he laughs, sitting the camera down on the coffee table and grabbing hands.

“Thank you. I love my gifts and I love you.”

“I love you too, and you're welcome.”

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Zora was currently making dinner, and even though she insisted that they didn't have to get dressed up, she was back in her little black dress, since he ever so sweetly requested that she wear it for him, and he pulled out another one of his best fits for his favorite occasion.

“Never let an outfit go to waste, girl!”, he said multiple times today. She'd remember it for sure.

Coming into the kitchen, he does a spin for her as she whistles, “look at you, hot stuff!”

The killer smile he sends her way makes her face warm, a couple giggles escape them both as they awkwardly sway.

“There go those angry bees, huh?” He jokes, pulling her away from the stove to wrap her up in his arms.

“Babe,” she whines, “it's this cologne you've got on, too. My goodness, you smell so good!” She deeply inhaled, making him crack up.

“You told me to always keep a bottle of it near, so,” he shrugs, that smile still on his lips.

“Too much,” she comments, dropping her gaze to his suit. “You really have on a whole suit!”

“Yeah, I do!” He says.

“Even though we're not going anywhere,” she continues.

“Baby, we don't need to leave the house to get all dolled up!”

“No, I know! And don't take what I'm saying the wrong way. I just.. I just always felt there needed to be an outing attached, but I honestly feel less pressured, since it's just you here. I mean, you get my nerves going enough,” she rambles, and he just smiles and cuts her sentence off with a sweet kiss.

“If it feels extra, that's the point,” he cracks, pulling a smile from her. “Question. You don't think you look good, tonight? Cause I think you look absolutely gorgeous.”

“I do, yeah!” She answers.

“You don't think I look good?”

“Of course I do, Leon!”

“Okay, then! Our night on the town just happens to be inside my apartment, and that's okay. Right?”

“Yeah, it's perfect.” She corrects.

“That's what I like to hear. You don't even have to put those dangerous heels on!”

She scoffs a laugh. “Please! Ima go put ‘em on just for that! Dangerous heels.”

“Hey, you always complain about them hurting your feet!”

“Yeah, I be a lil sore but beauty is pain! Why do you think I have a headache every time I look at you?!”

“A-ha,” he dryly laughs, “very funny.”

“I thought so too, now go sit. Dinner’s ready.” She says, shoo’ing him out of his own kitchen.

Two glasses of white wine sit at his round table, along with a tealight candle in the center. Zora came and sat down two plates of piping hot food.

“Damn, this looks delicious babe. I gotta take a picture!” He exclaims, jumping up from the table to get the camera off the charger.

She softly laughs at the way he rushes back over and snaps a picture of her beautiful setup.

“Okay, okay. We can eat now!” He says, sitting back down.

“How many pictures is that, now?” She asks.

“Uh… five?”

“Yeah? I'm shocked there aren't more!”

“Well, technically there's only four, cause I had to retake one. It came out kinda blurry.”

“Still keep it,” she suggests.

“Yeah, maybe.” He says before they join hands to say grace.

Digging right into the stuffed chicken breast and potatoes, the same look he wore at breakfast is back tenfold, making her laugh and look away from him.

“Again, you finna watch this disappear.”

“Stop it, and tell me how lunch with your two favorite girls went.” She says, digging into her own plate.

“Well, I was missing my third,” he faux pouts, earning another smile out of her, “but lunch was great. I didn't realize how much we'd all missed out on in the last couple months!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Eryn was traveling to Florida and back on another business trip, ma was sick for a few weeks, and around the timeframe she gave me, I remember calling her and asking her if she was good, cause you just know when parents are tryna save face and act like their in tiptop shape. She had a cold the whole time.”

“My mama does shit like that, too. It's so frustrating, like let me help you!”

“She swore it would've disrupted my schedule, like she's not my mama. Fuck that job.”

“Yeah, fuck that job,” she repeats, laughing at the expression his face. “This really bothered you.”

“It really did!” He laughs, shaking his head. “But, she's promised not to do that anymore. We’ll see,” he sighs.

“Hold her to it,” she points her fork in his direction. “I do my mama like that, too. She be tryna slide outta her promises too, they think they're slick.”

“I agree. I need somebody to take her off our hands cause she's gonna turn us gray, not the other way around.” He half-jokes, making Zora crack up.

“Leave her be! Cause if a man does come around and scoop her up, you really ain't gon know where she at and how she’s doing.” She smirks, snickering at his stale expression.

“Anyway,” he says.

“I'm just saying! But, anyway.”

“Other than all of that, this has been a great birthday. I always pictured thirty in so many words, and grateful is all I really feel.” He says, reaching across the table for her free hand, meeting her bright smile with one of his own.

“I'm glad I could be a part of it, there's nothing I'd rather be doing than being here with you.”

Holding his tears this time, he gives her hand a squeeze to keep the mood light, even though she's tugging on his heartstrings like crazy.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Happy birthday.”

Changing out of their fancy clothes after their photo shoot, the two threw on their pjs and settled on the couch to watch their usual cartoons, along with bowls full of ice cream— his was cookie dough and her was brownie cheesecake swirl.

“Best way to end the day.”

“Yeah, getting sugar wasted?”

“Like the teenage me would,” he laughs, sitting his bowl down on the coffee table, pulling her into his lap, sideways.

“Was I too far away?” She asks, biting into a brownie chunk.

“Yeah, I still think you do it on purpose.” He says, snuggling right into her neck. She laughs and sits her bowl next to his.

“I do not!”

His muffled laughter sounds in response, then silence covers them as they sit and soak up the moment. Nothing but the sound of the tv in the background.

“I love you” is conveyed in light sweeps of his fingertips over her bare thighs. Nuzzles against her sweet spot. Her nails softly scraping against his scalp.

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“Shit,” he groans into her open mouth as she grinds on top of him, his hands on her hips, fingertips digging into her heated skin.

“Feels good, huh baby?” She moans, placing a hand on his chest, wrinkling his shirt in her grasp as she moves faster, the clap of her ass against his thighs giving her extra motivation.

“Good as fuck,” he smacks her ass, pulling her t-shirt up to bury his face in her chest.

His nips and licks to her sensitive flesh had her eyes rolling back. His groans vibrate off her skin, her own moans tangle between.

Her hands find his growing curls, tugging just to drive him wild. Both of his hands come down on her ass again, earning a gasp in return. Her arousal doubles, the squelching joining their sexual harmony.

“I fucking love you,” he groans, his head falling back against the cushions. Her ass is still smacking against his sticky thighs.

“I know,” she says with a smirk, pulling her t-shirt completely off. The dazed smile on his face made her throb against him.

Pulling him to her by his neck, she watches as he buries his face back into her chest. Her hands find his hair again, her bottom lip deeply bitten into as she continues dropping her ass on him.

“Fuck, baby..” his raspy groan sounds through her chest, her hips back in his firm grasp. He was close.

Pulling him up to face her, she wraps her arms around his shoulders, pressing kisses all over his face.

“I love you,” she moans, “cum for me, baby..” she whispers, smiling at the way his eyes begin to roll back, her name falling from his lips like a prayer as he reaches his peak.

She kisses his parted lips, the way he's wildly rutting into her and grunting has her throbbing against him again.

“So fucking sexy, baby— shit,” she gasps, feeling her own peak creep up on her, “oh my god.”

“You cummin’, yeah?”

“Fuck-— yes!” She moans with her head thrown back, loving the way he grips her hips and takes over slamming her down on him.

Now, that's the best way to end the day.

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UNHOLY | Chapter Two

full masterlist || UNHOLY chapter index

story synopsis: you’re a religious good girl when one day you find yourself sucked into a dark world of myth, legend, and creatures of horror. You never believed they were real, but now there are demons, vampires, werewolves, and so much more. In the magic and in the seduction, you begin to lose who you were and discover who you are. And most confusing of all? You want every bit of it.

genre: supernatural au, religious content & corruption, polyamory, plot! with (eventual) smut

characters: fem reader, yuta, ten, winwin, mark, others mentioned

length: 8,971 words

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The city is more alive than you first thought.

The empty square where you’d first arrived wasn’t at all an accurate representation of the rest of the city that these demons lead you through. Yuta strides ahead of you down the middle of a street devoid of cars or buses, Ten tagging along right behind you, chattering away excitedly though you’re not listening to him at all. There’s too much to look at, you can’t focus on listening.

Your hometown wasn’t a small town by any means, but it also wasn’t a huge city. Hell City, however, felt like it might put New York to shame.

You’d been there once when you were young with your parents, doing touristy things around the city, staring up at the skyscrapers in absolute awe. The city had been loud and smelly, but beautiful and exciting all the same. You’d visited museums and seen the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, Times Square. Of course, you’d visited a cathedral in the city, and all of the statues and faces of stained glass had made you deeply uncomfortable throughout the Mass, squirming in your seat as you felt watched.

You’d been a child then, so New York City had felt like the biggest place in the world, but standing here in Hell City when you’re an adult, this place feels even bigger. It’s quieter and somehow smells better than New York, but it’s equally beautiful and even more exciting. The city reminds you of a semi-apocalyptic one. Empty buildings line the boulevard, broken signs and windows, trash blowing down the abandoned streets. Occasionally shadowy figures pass by on either side of the street, but you have your head tilted back, looking at the windows high above you that glint like jagged teeth or fiery eyes. Gray clouds swell around the tops of the very highest buildings here.

But there is still life.

Distant voices echo down graffitied alleyways. Open doorways of buildings sometimes spill out light and sound, and one even puts out a delicious scent of Italian cooking and the sound of many voices and clinking glassware.

As the buildings rise even higher around you, so you suppose Yuta is leading you into the heart of Hell City’s downtown, the people finally come out of the shadows, filling in the sidewalk. They pass between buildings, shopping and chatting, some walk quickly with determined gazes. There are more restaurants, a rooftop bar on the third floor balcony of a very tall building, bright gleaming lit screens that remind you of Times Square, though these advertise things that you can’t even comprehend.

As the crowd grows thick around the three of you, your demons close in too. Yuta reaches back, his arm touching against yours, and he says, “Keep close to me. Getting lost in this crowd is possibly the worst thing that could happen.”

Ten stands right behind you, not quite touching you.

You obey, keeping close behind Yuta as he cuts through the increasingly dense crowd. When the air grows tight, when someone bumps into you from the side, you twist your fingers in the back of Yuta’s shirt, and you don’t even complain that Ten wraps an arm around your waist. The man that bumps into you hisses, eyes flaring a bright and unnatural shade of blue before his pupils expand into glassy black mirrors.

Ten hisses back, pushing you and Yuta forward.

As the other guy slips away into the crowd, Ten spits some words in a language you don’t know, and he keeps his hold on you. “Some demons have no fucking manners,” he mutters.

“Is everyone here a demon?” You ask, eyeing a group you pass by. All of them have red-tinged skin, black eyes, a few of them even have brutish horns curling from their heads. One glances in your direction, grinning and flicking a forked tongue out at you.

Ten smiles. “No, not by a long stretch. This city is more like a safe haven for the supernatural. Anyone and everyone supernatural is welcome and safe here. We’re guarded from the rest of the world, but they’re also guarded from us. There are people that make sure of it.”

“Is one of those people your Queen?” You stumble a bit over a crack in the pavement, knocking your chest forward against Yuta’s back, but Ten’s arm around you steadies you. “Is she here?”

Back in the graveyard, they’d told you that she’d demanded your presence, but somehow this city doesn’t seem to be the place you would find her.

“No.” Yuta looks back over his shoulder at you. “She’s not here. You won’t actually be meeting her.”

You frown. Then why are you here?

Once again, as if he’s reading your mind, though perhaps your face is just easy to read, Yuta explains, “She really demanded your extraction.”

Ten clears his throat. “This is the world you’re meant for, darling. And she figured two devilishly handsome demons would be the perfect pair to welcome you in and make you comfortable.”

Yuta nods, his gaze flicking up to meet Ten’s. “We’ve already got a place lined up for you to stay.”

Distrustfully, you look between them. “That doesn’t sound promising.”

Yuta looks back at you, his warm eyes flashing under the lights of the downtown area. “Trust us, pretty girl. We’re putting you up somewhere nice.”

The conversation ends there, and Yuta and Ten guide you silently through the rest of Hell City’s crowded center, leading you about three blocks away, through streets that grow gradually emptier though the volume behind you reminds you that this is still definitely a living, breathing city.

Yuta stops in front of a skyscraper that looks sketchy at best and downright dangerous at the worst. The bottom three floors look like they’ve been ravaged by fire–shattered and empty sockets where windows used to be, exposed beams that make up the walls and floors. Ash floats perpetually through the air, swirling up into a thick cloud when Yuta pushes open the front door. A chandelier dangles crooked from a beam overhead, nearly touching the floor in front of an abandoned doorman’s station.

The fact that two old-fashioned elevators sit parked to either side of the doorman’s empty desk doesn’t make you feel any better about this place. The lift is one of those with the gate that pulls across the front, but the other three sides are made of the same grating with large gaps that mean, as Yuta and Ten corral you on board the super sketchy elevator to the left, you can see clear through the building on all sides.

Whatever once happened here, nothing remains of the first three floors save this open-air elevator and the beams that keep this building from just collapsing. No walls, so the wind cuts straight through you.

Up a few stories in the rickety lift, you discover that the building isn’t as decrepit and rotten as it had seemed from below. Some stable walls begin to appear, and slowly a building grows around you, solid and – while not totally inviting – somewhat providing a sense of safety.

More than two dozen stories up, the lift finally swings to a stop with much creaking and grinding of machinery. Yuta pulls open the gate, stepping out onto a solid landing. You follow.

There’s nothing up here other than an empty stretch of hallway in front of you and one single set of double doors.

“No neighbors?” You ask, feeling a shiver work its way up your spine.

“In this city? Be glad for it. The last thing you want is a werewolf next door getting a little too annoyed with you, or a goblin with a penchant for breaking and entering.” Yuta slips a key from thin air, turning it in the lock.

You can’t help but gasp in surprise as the doors open wide.

You were expecting a burnt husk of a room, one filled with grime and muck, or maybe one that resembled a dark, dank cell. What you get instead is a luxurious studio, like the nicest hotel room you’ve ever seen, spacious and richly decorated.

“Magic,” Ten explains happily from behind you. “Get used to it, darling. This whole place is run on magic.”

You half-expect the illusion to shatter once you step over the doorway, but the apartment is real. It has a small kitchen to the right of the door, an open living space, a raised platform with a bed. There’s a small bathroom on the other side of the kitchen. One full wall opposite the entrance to the apartment is all windows, letting in the unnatural orange glow of the sky, and there’s even a small balcony overlooking the city.

This place has just the bare bones of essentials.

A bed. Curtains around the windows. A table in the kitchen area.

The bed doesn’t even have sheets, just a frame and a mattress.

“Is this all I get?” You ask, staring at the uncovered mattress. “Or are we going on a shopping spree?”

You think back to the crowded streets and all the shops. You’re not in any hurry to get back there, especially since you don’t know what kind of people you’ll find there. More demons? These two are already too much.

Ten pulls himself up to sit on the kitchen countertop across the room, his feet knocking against the cabinets beneath. “A shopping spree isn’t necessary. Didn’t you hear what I just said a few minutes ago? This whole city is run on magic. Ask and you shall receive.” He snaps his fingers and a fluffy pink pillow flops from the air down onto the mattress beside you.

You stare at it.

Yuta comes over to you, standing at the edge of the bed. “Life is simple with magic, baby girl.” He lifts a hand, tapping his fingertips beneath your chin. “What would you like? Ask for anything.”

Just ask for it?

“Can I have a glass of water?”

Yuta raises an eyebrow, but a half second later, there’s a glass of water in his other hand. You feel a tingle where his fingertips touch your chin, a shift in the air around you and him. There’s that tiny hint of sulfur in the air, but either you’re getting used to the smell or this manifestation didn’t cost Yuta as much as teleporting you from the cemetery to Hell City had.

He offers the glass to you, and you take it, feeling the condensation slick on the sides of the glass, cool beneath your touch. You hesitate as you lift it to your lips, but it doesn’t smell strange, and when you take a sip, it tastes just like water, cool and fresh.

“Do you want to learn how to do it?” Yuta asks, sinking down into a crouch so his head is level with your knees as you sit on the bed. “Anyone can do it, it’s magic.”

Magic.

You were raised to not believe in magic, taught that it was evil and unholy. That all things that had to do with the practice were corrupt and dark and would send you straight to Hell.

But you’re in Hell adjacent, aren’t you? In a city called Hell, accompanied by a pair of demons who you can’t quite trust even as you struggle to find a reason not to.

Another fluffy pillow flomps into existence on the bed beside the first, and Ten grins at you from across the room.

“Alright,” you sigh, looking into Yuta’s eyes. “Show me.”

They give you a run down of the basics. The simplicity of life with magic. All you have to do is ask for something, to really want it, to picture it clearly in your mind, and there it will be – a glass of water, a large platter of pasta, a pair of fresh clothes, a set of soft sheets – anything you ask for. And once you get it, you get it. A thought and it would appear, materializing out of thin air.

“There is no cost,” Yuta assures you when you voice that concern. “You can manifest whatever you want, free of charge.”

Ten leans back in amusement to watch as you materialize all sorts of things. He and Yuta laugh at the wonder on your face with each new arrival.

“Like a child.” Ten comes closer, teasing you, delighted by your delight when the sofa you’d been imagining pops into existence on the floor in front of the bed. Maybe you squeal in delight, rushing over to sit down on it, and it’s just as soft and comfortable as you’d hoped. Ten rests his chin on Yuta’s shoulder, and he says loud enough that you can hear, “She’s cute.”

Your amazement over the little things doesn’t fade.

You keep manifesting small things, little trinkets throughout the next few hours even as Yuta and Ten sit there and watch. The sky outside never changes, always orange, though it perhaps darkens a bit more, but full night never seems to fall.

“We’ll leave you here tonight, pretty girl,” Yuta says after several hours. You’re sitting surrounded, like a spoiled child on Christmas morning, with trinkets and blankets and clothes and bits of food around you on the floor. He stands, reaching over the mess to brush his hand along the top of your head. “You might not feel the need to sleep, but you probably should. Time passes strangely here in the city, and magic can’t always sustain you.”

Ten rises to follow Yuta toward the door, and as you watch them go, a strange feeling sinks into your belly.

“You’ll come back, won’t you?” The words leap out before you can stop them.

“If I’m being honest,” Yuta says, “I’m not sure there’s too much that could keep us away. We’ll be back, baby girl. Remember what I said.” He steps out the door, disappearing into the shaded hall outside.

Ten lingers for a second, fidgeting with a small figurine you’d manifested earlier. A small black cat that had come out looking more like Ten than the one in your head, so you’d tossed it at him, and told him it was for him. Right now, he holds it lightly, cradling it in his palm. His expression takes on a more sincere look than you’ve seen him wear since you met several hours ago, and he says, “I just want you to know, Yuta and I had absolutely nothing to do with the deaths of your parents. Whoever the demons were that did that to them–” He shakes his head, and you wonder if he knows all the gruesome details.

Tragically, your nightmares are the imprints of the crime scene. You weren’t the one that found them, but in the interviews with the police, in the articles that circulated about the double homicide, you’d heard disturbing details and seen crime scene photos. Over the years, your horror has subsided somewhat, but there are still triggers that flood your mind with the images.

“--They had nothing to do with Yuta or I. Our Queen of the Night has many different demons in her employ, not to mention there are reams of them that run rampant. There are those that are more violent and bloodthirsty than others, and I just really, really want to make sure that you understand, Yuta and I aren’t like that.”

You nod, staring at the cat figurine.

“Ten!” Yuta calls from somewhere outside the doorway, his voice echoing and amplified.

— — — —

Your obsession with manifesting, your wonder at this entire city, neither would fade for at least another week. You don’t even stir from your apartment, content with just materializing books and music, food and drinks, clothes, games, crafting supplies, anything and everything you could imagine.

Yuta and Ten keep their parting promises, returning the following day, and the one after that. With each visit, you warm more to them, trusting them and finding the little things that make them seem less like evil demons (as you’d been raised to believe) and just like people who are little different than what you’re used to. It helps that they soften as well, growing more friendly with each passing visit, intrigued by you as much as you are by them.

The city outside your window hardly changes. The sky is perpetually caught at dusk, and even when dense gray clouds fill the sky and hang low enough that they almost seem within reach, they’re still underlit by an orange glow that seems to come from everywhere with no definitive source. You can neither tell day nor night, and sometimes you forget to sleep, the passage of time nonexistent until you manifest a clock for yourself.

You’re not really sure how long you’ve been in Hell City, but it’s long enough that you’ve created a stocked library of books along one wall of your apartment, when Yuta and Ten barge together into your apartment.

“We’re going out,” Ten announces, crossing the studio without even waiting for a greeting. He pulls on the heavy velvet curtains you’ve drawn over the balcony windows, yanking them wide open. “Get dressed.”

“Out?” You’d been lounging in bed, resting upside down with your feet propped up on the fancy headboard (one you’d manifested instead of the one original to the bed frame), reading a book (Harry Potter, finally, which you’re sure you would find much more fascinating if you’d read it as a child, or maybe if you weren’t being introduced to it after you’d already landed in a magical world) under the glowing strands of lights you’d also manifest, which now hang and swoop from the ceiling, filling the room with plenty of light and even a gentle heat.

Yuta brushes aside one of the strings of lights as he walks towards the bed. “Yes. We’re going out. You haven’t even left this room since you got here. We told you, you’re not a prisoner. Come out. Explore the city with us tonight.”

Ten pushes open the door onto the balcony, letting in a breath of fresh air. He tips his head back, breathing in deeply. “We’re going to miss all the fun if we don’t hurry.”

“There’s people who want to meet you.” Yuta says. He snaps his fingers and the wardrobe you’d been storing all of your clothes in throws its doors open at his command. “Get dressed.”

Neither Yuta nor Ten make any move to leave the room or look away as you sit up in bed, flipping around onto your knees. “I can’t change clothes with you right here.” Your modesty is still very much intact, even if you’ve corrupted your morals with all of this magic, with befriending demons, allowing them to steal you away from the Church.

Ten rolls his eyes, smiling softly with affection. “Little saint, do you think it matters?”

“Little demon, why doesn’t it?” You throw back at him. “I know you’re demons, but fuck, give a girl some privacy.”

Ten opens his mouth to argue again, but Yuta appears beside him, covering Ten’s mouth with his hand. “Give her what she wants, Ten. I know you like her, but you have to make this one a slow seduction. Our sweet girl requires patience.” He winks once at you before he twists around, pulling Ten with him so they’ve both got their backs to you. Yuta fixes his hand on the back of Ten’s head, forcing him to stare straight forward. “Hurry, my love, Ten’s right. We’ll miss all the fun if we don’t hurry.”

You have a wide outfit selection after having spent however many days and hours and possibly weeks here in this room manifesting whatever you could dream of.

“Wear something red,” Ten suggests. “I like you in red.”

The only thing you have in red is something you’d dreamt up just for fun, never meaning for it to be seen by anyone else. It was based on an outfit a character in one of the books you’d read had worn, and it was the tightest, tiniest silky red dress. An open back, with barely-there strings that criss-crossed over your back.

“I, um, I only have–”

“Just wear it,” Ten says, and you swear he probably has eyes in the back of his head. “You made it, right? So, maybe even if it was just subconsciously, you want to wear it. No one here is going to judge you for it, darling.”

Ten’s words are all the convincing you need. It takes a moment to get it on behind the door of the wardrobe, tucking yourself out of the potential back-of-the-head eyesight of the demons. You materialize a pair of matching red fishnet tights, slipping those on beneath the dress, and a modest pair of flats.

The moment that they turn around to look at you, Ten takes one look at your shoes, scoffs, snaps his fingers, and suddenly you’re a few inches taller, teetering in heels. He’s right, and you know it.

The rickety lift is the same as you remember it being on the way up. It sways and rocks in the wind that gusts through the emptiness on the lower floors of this skyscraper. You’re still a few floors up from the street level when you hear the first hints of music in the city.

Yuta takes your hand when you reach the street, steering you in the opposite direction to where you know the heart of the city to be. He guides you down an alley, up a flight of stone steps set into a hill between two buildings.

In the however long that you’ve been residing here in Hell City, Yuta and Ten are the only people you’ve seen since that first night. From up in your apartment, the streets look almost entirely empty. There doesn’t seem to be any public transportation here, and you’re up so high that you can’t really see individuals walking on the streets. You’ve seen occasional cars, but they’ve been few and far in between. Sometimes you can see lights around the cities like the screens in the city center or fireworks and parties. Now you’re down here among the people, you see others walking the streets. Some look like normal humans, like you. There are some unmistakable demons–black eyes, visible horns, spewing smoke and sparks.

Yuta and Ten flank you as you pass by a group of men who gamble around a table outside what is apparently some kind of pub, but you realize they’re not just men when one of them roars in anger, leaping to his feet as he writhes and shreds his clothes, fur and claws and gnashing teeth appearing in an instant.

“Damn wolves,” Ten mutters. “Stay away from them,” he warns, curling an arm against your hip.

There are others too, creatures that you can’t identify on sight alone. Winged beings. Creatures with tentacles. Pale-faced women with sunken eyes and gaping mouths, staring at them for a little too long leaves you with ringing ears though they make no sounds you can discern. Short, squat men with rows of razor sharp teeth crowd outside a low door down one alley, gnawing at what look like bones.

It’s truly another world from the one you grew up in.

And that’s proven even more true when Yuta and Ten guide you down a short set of stone steps bridging one level of this city to the one beneath it. You step from an open city street down into a party. It reminds you of a parking garage with sloping levels, but instead of oil-stained cement painted with parking lines and arrows and tire marks, the floor is black and white tiled in dazzling and mesmerizing patterns. Instead of bare cement block walls there are rich brocade curtains, velvet tapestries, shining wallpaper, graffiti artwork, and pieces of framed art that look suspiciously like famously missing artworks from the world you know.

Strings of lights weave through the ceiling, silvery and sparkling like miniature stars fixed into new and unfamiliar constellations among the black and navy and deepest purple fabrics that make up the ceiling here.

And there are people everywhere. The place is filled. People of all sorts–ones that look human and some that look decidedly not.

“Come this way,” Yuta says, his hand tapping your elbow as he sets off into the crowd. Ten sticks with you, his hand resting at your lower back, pressing you forward behind Yuta through the crowd.

Together, the three of you wend through the party, either of the demons calling out to other partiers that they’re familiar with, pointing out beings to you that you would otherwise have no hope of identifying. It’s only Ten’s quick hand on your back that saves you from walking straight through the path of a woman that faintly glows gold, pointed ears sit atop her head, a bushy fox tail waving behind her, but as the woman passes inches in front of you, her bronze eyes glare imperiously down at you. Goosebumps rise on your arms and legs, and Ten chuckles behind you, sliding right up against you as he runs his hands up and down your arms.

“Chilly, darling? I could warm you up.” He breathes against the back of your neck, the air heating like a warm summer day.

You push away, hurrying to catch up to Yuta before the crowd can separate you.

Yuta leads the way through a small door tucked in a back corner.

The luxury of black tile and artwork, as well as the simple beauty of shiny lights and draped ceilings, all fades away. You’re not sure that you’re still in the same party that you just were. There are still plenty of people milling around, but it feels like you’ve stepped out of one location into another.

He leads you down a narrow path between two high walls, and it feels like you’re in a back alley, though there’s definitely still a ceiling over your head. You can feel the weight of the city above you, but you can also sense that there’s much more of the city beneath you and spreading out to either side.

A city beneath the city.

Yuta leads you along deeper and deeper into this labyrinthine party. Cobbled floors make the way difficult to navigate in your heels, and Yuta reaches back to steady you when you nearly topple due to a loose cobblestone. Smooth black walls and dim lighting line this path, and as the alley begins to widen, you notice many half-closed doors lead off into new spaces, inviting music and conversation and laughter spill out.

You peek through one doorway, finding a vast room full of gambling tables, a variety of creatures gathered there. Before you move away, one of the women at the table nearest to you flips her hair over her shoulder, and you jump as you realize that the way her hair shimmers and falls in slow-motion waves isn’t due to her probably having a fantastic hair care routine but rather to the fact that her hair is snakes.

“Snakes?” You ask Ten in a hushed voice as he pulls you along behind Yuta.

“A gorgon,” he explains. “Lovely women as long as you don’t do anything to offend them.”

You can’t tamp down your curiosity, peering in through more of the doorways that you pass by, unveiling more creatures and wonders of magic. There’s one room with tinny, screeching music and pastel lights that flash and flicker through the narrow opening in the door, and a glimpse inside reveals a room that you at first believe is infested with winged insects until you realize they are fairies. The pretty pixies you know from childhood stories.

You feel like your head has been on a swivel since the moment you stepped foot outside of the studio apartment, but as the path Yuta leads you on dead-ends at a door, at last you feel like you come to a standstill, staring straight forward when Yuta knocks on the door, and when it opens you see the room hidden inside.

It’s sacrilegious, the enormous mural hanging amidst a black curtain wall.

A painting of the Madonna, the young mother Mary, holding her blessed infant in front of a kneeling man. Only that’s not all. The painting has been defaced with ugly, dripping slashes of red and childish scrawlings of devils horns on the heads of the figures. The part of you that still desperately clings to the religious beliefs you were raised on cringes at the sight.

A sign hangs over the door, and you can just barely make out the carved script that spells out “Covenant” before you follow Yuta inside. The man who had opened the door nods at Yuta first, gives you a cursory look, and then nods at Ten as well. No words are exchanged, and if they are, you aren’t listening, too caught up in silent horror as more defaced artwork is revealed.

More artworks of both religious subjects and otherwise are displayed in this place. Paintings, carvings, mosaics, tapestries, even a few sculptures and reliefs line the walls. All of them are stripped in some way of their original beauty, whether that is by being splattered with paint, having been spray painted, drawn on, or (in the case of a sculpture of a nude woman, probably a Greek or Roman goddess) lipstick marks.

“Come along, pretty girl,” Yuta says, tapping the back of your hand, drawing your gaze away from the crude lipstick marks on the nipples of the sculpture.

Your gaze sweeps across the room.

This place reminds you a lot of the first room in this underground realm. Checkered tile floors, the artwork, and the sheer number of people in the room.

Music plays from somewhere in the room, a thrumming beat that the crowd moves to. They don’t seem to care that they’re all fully exposed in the light as they grind together shamelessly in the middle of the floor.

The far end of the room holds a throne, occupied by one man who looks entirely comfortable perched atop it, looking out over the crowd while he drinks a glass of wine.

He is where Yuta leads you. “I want you to meet some of our friends.”

Passing through the partiers on your way to the man on the throne, you realize that this crowd seems to be made up entirely of humans.

Now, you’re not sure about the specifics of who exactly resides here in this Hell City, but the supernatural creatures seem to outweigh the humans by quite a lot. So seeing so many crowded into one spot has you confused, and you’re right to question what you see because in this magical otherworldly town, everything is not what it first seems.

It begins when you notice two women making out in the crowd, one with her mouth on the other’s throat. And then you see a man dancing between another man and a woman, his wrists held to their mouths.

And then it all suddenly clicks.

“Vampires?” You ask, twisting around to look at Ten.

He nods, pressing his hand a little more firmly against your lower back. “Yes. The leader of the coven is a good friend of ours. Now keep up with Yuta before these hungry vampires decide to make a little snack out of you. You're like a sweet candy tonight, all wrapped in your tiny little red dress. Makes everyone want a taste.”

“Well they can’t have a taste. I’m not a snack.” You say, quickly rushing forward to catch up to Yuta.

“I beg to differ,” Ten says, appearing right beside you, his arm curling over your shoulders. “I, for one, could eat you up. One little bite, darling.”

You glance sideways at him right as Ten dips his head, brushing his mouth against your shoulder.

The heat that surges through you has nothing to do with his natural demon heat and everything to do with the way he and Yuta have been teasing you since they brought you here.

You’re a grown woman. You have urges and needs, hungers that spring up, and here in this place you know no one. Shit, you hadn’t seen anyone other than the two demons until an hour ago. You hadn’t succumbed to your urges yet, though both of the demons had been doing their best to seduce you, but you still had some morals, which meant drawing the line at having sex with a demon.

Though, having Ten’s lips on the bare skin of your shoulder weakens your resolve a bit.

You keep moving, trailing behind Yuta, and Ten falls back from your side though his hand slips down your arm, his fingers dipping over your palm before slotting between your fingers. You squeeze his hand in yours, allowing yourself this much.

You miss contact with other people.

Even before their consensual abduction of you, it had been a while since you’d had physical contact with another person. There was the occasional brush of hands with a stranger when you handed over cash or a card at a register, but your friends weren’t the touchy and huggy sort. You’d had a boyfriend, but he broke up with you almost a year ago. He was the last person you’d kissed. He’d been the last person you’d had sex with.

Having Ten’s hand firmly in yours is the most action you’ve gotten since then.

As you finally reach the man on the throne, Yuta looks back at you, extending his hand. You take his hand as well, and there’s something that feels too right about holding hands with both of the demons.

“I want you to meet Mark,” Yuta says, drawing you up beside him.

You look up into the face of the man on the throne.

He has a wide, honest face. He looks young and handsome, with dark eyes, a gentle smile. This Mark guy gives the complete opposite first impression as Ten and Yuta had. He doesn’t strike you as intimidating or scary or anything like that. Instead, you feel like you could approach him, trust him instantly. As your eyes are locked with his, you can picture yourself right now crossing the last few steps to the throne he’s draped across, taking a seat in his lap, trusting this man entirely with yourself.

It’s Ten that snaps you out of your trance.

His fingers touch your chin, forcing you to turn your head to the side, tearing your gaze away from Mark’s.

Yuta’s voice sounds cottony in your ears. “Don’t fucking do that. She’s not some toy we’ve brought you. Don’t play your little mind games with her.”

Mark laughs quietly from his seat, and he sits forward, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you already had a claim on her.”

“We don’t.” Ten releases your chin. “But if you’re going to try to seduce her, at least do it properly. Like we are.”

You roll your eyes at Ten. Their seduction isn’t working on you. You won’t let it. Neither will you let this vampire seduce you. They are all unholy things, and you want no part in that.

Yuta’s hand trails up your arm, curling over your shoulder. “We’re here for the party, Mark. It’s her first time out since she came to join us, and we assumed you’d have the best party tonight. Where’s all the fun at? This is just turning into a blood orgy.” He gestures at the crowd behind you, all the humans baring their throats and wrists and one woman who is offering a very risque drink from her thigh, the vampire on his knees in front of her.

Mark just smirks. “Maybe this is the fun, Yuta. I think you and Ten would enjoy one of these parties if you gave it a chance.”

“Do you two drink blood?” You ask, quickly glancing back and forth between them. You’ve never seen either of them eat or drink anything, but they’re demons, so you’re not sure if they require any kind of food or drink.

Yuta’s hand drifts up to pet your hair, and then, to Mark, he says, “Really, where is the party?”

The vampire lifts himself from the throne, still smiling as he says, “Follow me.”

Ten leaves your side then, hurrying to catch up to Mark, throwing his arm over the vampire’s shoulders and whispering to him until they’re both laughing. Yuta sticks with you, walking at exactly your pace as the four of you step around the throne, moving toward a passageway directly behind it.

The passage slopes gradually downward, and Yuta keeps his hand lightly on your arm to keep you from stumbling, which you’re grateful for when your heel catches on a loose cobblestone again.

“Careful,” Yuta warns. “One slip, a scrape, a drop of blood and you’ll have the vampires going rabid for you.”

After that, you’re a little more careful where you place your feet, but these damn heels Ten put you in aren’t helping anything. Actually, no part of this outfit is at all helpful right now. The farther down this passage you descend, the cooler the air grows until goosebumps rise on your arms and legs.

“Wh-Where are we going?” You ask Yuta, tucking yourself a little closer to his warm side. Mark and Ten are about a dozen steps in front of you, still chatting amicably with each other, but at the sound of your question, Mark twists around.

“This is a secret entrance to Frozen Hell,” he explains, “The best underground nightclub here in Hell. It’s where all of the world’s vices and fantasies are played out. You’ll love it.”

Ten laughs. “She’s a saintly girl, a good girl. I’m not so sure that she will.”

“She’ll find something she likes, I’m sure,” Mark gives you another of his falsely-innocent smiles, and then faces forward again.

There’s a curve in the passage, and then at last the four of you step out into a cavernous room.

Flickering flame-like blue lights hang from the high ceiling. Dark shapes, which you suspect may be bats, flutter over the crowd. Music plays, pulsating through the crowd of supernatural creatures and humans that fill the dancefloor, they all move like the surface of the ocean, and it’s a wonder to see as you follow behind Mark down into the club.

People stop him as you all pass by. Other vampires whose eyes almost glow red in the dimness, whose lips drip blood. Stone-skinned bulky men thump him on the shoulder as you pass, and you watch Mark’s knees nearly buckle, but he keeps a smile on his face. There are short, squat men with droopy features. There’s a cluster of what you can only assume are fire spirits, flickering golden orange twisting shapes of women that twirl around Mark, brushing their fingers through his hair, leaving singes on the collar of his shirt.

Everyone seems to know him here, and you’re not surprised when Yuta presses his lips to your ear, shouting to be heard over the pulsing bass of the music. “Mark’s one of the kings of Hell, basically. He owns half of the underground scene here.”

You don’t understand this whole underground thing. Do they call it that because it’s all literally underground? Because where you’re from, “underground” is that way because it’s usually illegal things, hidden from the sight of the law and other moral powers. But here there doesn’t seem to be laws, nor is there a higher power to judge them for all of their sinfulness and indecency. They’re demons and monsters, for God’s sake. They have no one to hide from.

Mark and Ten lead the way to a private booth. A velvet bench seat curves around a circular table, another one of those strange flame-like lights casting its blue and black shadows over the booth.

Ten and Yuta fit you between them, Mark sliding in on the opposite side. All he has to do is snap his fingers and a tray appears on the table, laden with drinks. A martini glass filled with a liquid that looks to be black in this light, but as Mark lifts it between two fingers, you begin to strongly suspect that it’s actually just a very deep red–a blood martini topped with flakes of silver, and something else floats in the murky liquid that you don’t want to get a closer look at. There’s a glass of clear liquid that gives off a fog that seeps down the sides of the glass and creeps over the table’s surface. Several shot glasses of something shimmery and lilac. A champagne flute that gives off actual bubbles that float into the air before popping when they meet the flickering flames of the light overhead. And lastly, a small, shallow glass containing a milky light green drink that gives off a citrusy spice, something like licorice.

Mark takes the martini glass, Yuta reaches for the smoking one, and as you reach for the green one–intrigued by its scent and appearance–Ten slaps your hand away quickly. “You don’t want that one, darling. It would knock you off your feet with just a drop.”

All three of them watch as you instead take the bubbling champagne. You open your mouth, catching one of the bubbles as it takes flight, and it pops in your mouth, coating your tongue with a warm apple flavor. And when you take a small sip of the drink itself, your senses of smell and taste are both met with a taste so poignant you are temporarily blinded by a memory of sitting in the kitchen of your parents’ home when you were little, waiting at the table as your mother pulled an apple pie from the oven.

You’re not sure if it’s a real memory or not, because up until that moment you didn’t remember that ever happening, but now it’s there as you take another sip, a nostalgic memory on the tip of your tongue.

The more of it you drink, the looser your tongue grows. Soon, you’re chatting animatedly with the vampire and the two demons you’ve found yourself in the company of. Yuta looks highly amused by you as you giggle and lean against Ten. Ten just watches you affectionately as he brushes your hair back from your face. And Mark has a look of curiosity and intrigue, his gaze touching on yours, tainting your thoughts again with images of you climbing into his lap–though you’re not so sure he’s doing it or if it’s just your horny mind giving in to the thoughts of need and his attractiveness–and his eyes wander repeatedly down to your chest, the low dip of the dress that seems to slip even more as you imbibe more drinks–knocking back the shots of shimmering purple with the three of them, a cocktail that literally looks like a sunset captured within a glass, topped by a gummy hot air balloon.

You’re having a great time.

And when the urge to dance overcomes you, Ten and Mark both take you away to join the dense crowd of dancers. Yuta remains behind at the booth, but you can feel him watching. His gaze tickles against the back of your head as you split away from Ten and Mark to just enjoy yourself, and you know that you’re fine because Yuta is watching you. You can feel Ten checking on you occasionally even as he fits himself against another dancer.

You’re just having fun, the most fun you’ve had in a very long time.

Even when you’re in the crowd of monsters, sliding by someone who has tentacles, avoiding the trailing hem of a ragged old woman (or maybe she’s actually very young and beautiful, though under the shifting lights, you can’t quite tell), you’re having a good time. There are humans too, you realize. People who accidentally or intentionally come in contact with you, or who at least meet your eyes in the crowd, and you don’t get a weird feeling from them.

You’re enjoying your time by yourself, dancing alone until a man approaches you. A human, you believe, judging by his lack of extra appendages, odd-colored eyes, no fangs, and the general lack of demonic energy. He’s got soft edges, you think hazily, looking up at him, at the styled swoop of his black hair, solid eyebrows over warm brown, angled eyes. His lips are full and pink, and you’re probably well on your way to drunk, so you just want to kiss him.

He smiles at you. “Can I dance with you?”

You agree, because why the hell not.

He’s tall and handsome, and there’s something about him that seems just pretty but also very masculine. You feel a tingle along your spine as Ten brushes by you, glancing back over his shoulder and lifting his eyebrows in surprise as you and this stranger begin dancing together.

Some of your friends, back in your life before Hell, had found it funny how you grew up so conservatively, how you still clung to the majority of your conservative religious views. But there were others that you flaunted so easily. Modesty, generally, was something that you still held in high regard. But they’d known you to go out with them to bars and even a club or two, to dance with strangers, once or twice you even went home with strangers. Your openness with sexuality was one of those things that had surprised your friends.

And you can tell now, that it surprises Ten too. You’re a good girl, a religious girl in his eyes. A little saint.

Now here you are dancing with a stranger in a supernatural nightclub, deep underground, in Hell City.

You can still feel Yuta watching you, and when you look in the direction of the table, he’s staring right at you, watching the sway of your hips against the man behind you, the way the man’s hands touch you over your dress. You’re sure he’s still watching after a while when the man leans down, his lips against your throat as he asks if you want to go somewhere more private.

And you do. You’re feeling truly carefree and light-hearted for the first time since Ten and Yuta had shown up in your life, you’re a little drunk, a little horny, and he’s attractive. And what the hell, you’re in Hell. May as well do something like this, right?

“What’s your name?” You ask, as he takes your hand in his bigger one, as he starts to lead you away through the crowd.

“I’m WinWin.” He shouts to be heard over the booming synth music that’s just begun playing. “And you?”

You’re not entirely sure that he actually hears your name when you shout it to him, but he nods, and keeps walking. There are several rooms and corridors that lead away from this club space, and a little voice in the back of your mind questions how deep this place goes. How many layers are there to this city that you just keep going deeper and deeper with no sign of the bottom of this labyrinthine party?

WinWin leads you down one of the corridors. There’s a little more light in this one, and you hate that he looks even more handsome in clear light. You can’t wait to get to wherever he’s leading you.

You tug on his hand, and WinWin turns around. He comes easily when you pull him against you as you back against the wall of the corridor. He looks so pleased as he lowers his head over yours, and you tilt your head back, lifting on your toes to kiss him.

His kiss tastes like whiskey, and it’s equally as intoxicating.

You’re sucked in, drunk on kissing WinWin, on tangling your arms around his neck, moaning encouragingly as he touches you. His hands feel warm against the bare skin of your shoulders and upper back, against your bare thighs when he reaches down to slip a hand beneath the short edge of your dress.

One moment he’s there, covering you in his heat, his mouth against yours, and his hands beneath your dress. The next, you’re staring at him pinned up against the wall, Yuta’s forearm pressing against his throat.

Snarling and growling and hissing fill your ears.

Yuta’s teeth are bared, eyes black, heat comes off him in waves, and there’s the bite of brimstone in the air.

In comparison, WinWin’s teeth are also bared.

It’s only now that you realize he’s not as human as you’d thought.

His canines have extended, a low growl rolls from deep in his throat. His eyes glow amber like a wolf.

A werewolf.

“Didn’t you listen earlier?” Yuta hisses, and you know the question is directed at you even though he doesn’t look away from the werewolf he has against the wall. “Ten told you to steer clear of wolves, and what do I find? You’re about as close to one as you possibly can be.”

WinWin growls again. “What’s so bad about wolves, demon?”

“Everything, mutt.” Yuta presses his arm harder, forcing WinWin’s chin up for a moment, the wolf's eyes flare, and then Yuta steps back. When he reaches for your hand, you pull away, shrinking towards WinWin. Yuta’s eyes get that fiery glow deep within the blackness as he watches this, and he hisses between his teeth. “Wolves just want to fuck everything that walks by, breed any pussy they come in contact with. Do you want to get fucked full with a litter of werewolf cubs, baby girl?”

Beside you, WinWin scoffs. “She’s human, right? She won’t get knocked up. Not the first time anyway.”

Heat blooms inside you. Embarrassment, surprise, all sorts of emotions washing together. You don’t necessarily like the image Yuta’s painted in your mind, but there’s something else about it that you oddly are into.

WinWin drapes his arm over your shoulders. “I promise you, you’ve never had dick like a werewolf can give you.”

Tempting. Very, very tempting. But still, you’re reminded that WinWin’s a werewolf, just as supernatural and wrong as the demons you’ve been denying since you arrived here, just as sinful and different as the vampire Mark. You cling desperately to the little virtues that you have left to you, clutching them to your heart.

You want to run, but you’re so deep underground right now, you’re not even sure which way to go.

So you drop.

Flight. Fight. Freeze.

And once again, you choose to freeze.

You sink down, dropping your forehead against your knees. Your ankles wobble, unsteady on the heels, and you lose your balance, falling flat back on your butt.

“I want to go home,” you mumble, feeling foolish tears rising to your eyes. You repeat, “I wanna go home, Yuta. Take me back like you promised.”

WinWin shifts uncertainly on his feet. Yuta clears his throat, and you hear him shuffle forward, feel the air move as he crouches down in front of you. His hand lays against the back of your head. “You don’t mean that.”

You blink quickly to get rid of your tears before you lift your head. “I do mean it. I want to go home. To my home. I’m tired. I don’t like it here anymore.”

“You’re drunk,” Yuta says, his tone soft as he pets your hair again. He says your name quietly, imploringly, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours. “You’re just drunk. I’ll take you back to your apartment, you can sleep it off, and tomorrow when you’re sober, we can think this over again.”

“Fine,” you agree. “But I won’t change my mind.”

Yuta stands up, holding his hand down to you. “We’ll see, sweet girl.”

WinWin is still waiting there beside you. His amber eyes have faded back to warm brown. His canines have shrunk back to normal. All traces of his wolfism are gone, and you want to give up on that pesky voice that sounds disturbingly like your mother telling you not to involve yourself with these creatures. When you return home, you still want there to be some purity left on your soul, and fucking a werewolf probably would destroy the last of that.

Yuta tries to tug you away from WinWin, to lead you back down the corridor to the club, toward the exit, but you stand your ground. WinWin looks down at you, his lips turned downward into a pout.

“It was nice meeting you, WinWin. Maybe under different circumstances, in a different world, this would have worked out better.” You say by way of apology. “I just don’t fuck with the unholy.”

He bares his teeth at the sound of that word. Unholy. “Unfortunately, you’re in the den of unholiness, princess. And there is no escape”

His words fall straight to the pit of your stomach, but Yuta’s already pulling you away.

Ten is located quickly, a brief goodbye given to Mark, and then Yuta is rushing you out of the underground club, up through the winding corridors and throngs of vampires, demons, and unknown monsters. Once you’re aboveground, standing on the city street again, Yuta closes his arms around you. The world flashes, flickers, and falls into place again.

This time the teleportation makes you incredibly dizzy, so you close your eyes, and when you reopen them you’re standing safely inside your apartment.

Alone.

You don’t bother taking the dress off or washing away the stink of the evening’s adventures. You collapse into bed, and forget everything for a little while.

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