#wait he did that entrance for the teaser

[bbyquokka]

6:55 pm (bc)

genre: timestamp, smut — MDNI!

warnings: fem reader, unestablished relationship, virgin reader, fuckboy chan, best friend chan, oral (f rec), vaginal fingering, pet names.

words: 1.4k ~ (1470)

a/n: this + the teaser pics = this mess. this sucks but i havent wrote smut since the changbin fic

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“c-chan. wait–” you breathily whimper, fingers wrapped around the man's black locks. his fingertips dig into the skin of your thighs, teeth scraping the insides before gently nipping at the skin.

he looks at you through his lashes, a cocky and mischievous smirk resting on his lips. his tongue slowly darts out to moisten the skin leaving them to glisten in the faint light from the residue of his saliva.

you swallow thickly, your heart beating against your chest at an erratic pace. your body temperature has risen to max. it's a habit of yours to speak and not know when to shut up, especially in embarrassing situations–like five minutes ago to be exact.

you casually stated to your best friend (and fuckboy for that matter) that you've never been eaten out before. chan is your best male friend, a person you feel safe with so you have no problem over sharing, however, once you realised what you had said due to the fact that chan had a shit eating grin, did you curse yourself of your bad habit.

chan is the type of person to only do one night stands. he claims that relationships require time and effort–which he doesn't have right now. one night stands are easy for him. it's a quick fuck and you're done.

you don't care. chan is a grown man, he can do whatever he likes. however, you've heard the rumours floating around about how good chan is at eating pussy so naturally, it piqued your curiosity.

you just didn't expect that same man to be between your legs at this current moment in time.

“you want me to wait?” he cocks his eyebrow. the silver from his brow piercing faintly catching the light. “even after i've got you this worked up?”

you swallow as he hums. his fingertips delicately rubbing your aching cunt through the material of your soaked panties. he presses the pad of his finger against your clit, applying enough pressure to send tingles of pleasure up your spine. you gently tug on his hair causing chan to laugh 

“you and me both know that you don't want me to stop, doll.” he purrs before suckling on the skin of your inner thigh. he leaves purple bruises and teeth marks, your body reacting to the foreign yet pleasurable feeling.

he leaves feather-like kisses on the skin, inching closer and closer to your cunt. he looks up at you for any signs of him to stop, but when he is met with nothing but rosy cheeks and doe eyes, he continues. 

using his middle and index finger, he slowly rubs between your folds through your panties. you let out shaky breathes, chan humming softly as he feels how wet your panties are.

“fuck.. your panties have soaked up your juices nicely.”

“do you have to comment on it?” you mumble, feeling a wave of shyness wash over you.

“what can i say? i like to be vocal.” he says with a smirk before hooking his fingers under the waistband. “can i?”

you nod slowly, swallowing your accumulated saliva. you lift your hips up as chan pulls your panties down your legs and onto the floor. you're met with the cold air of the room hitting your soaked pussy as chan stares at it with hungry eyes.

“shit.. it's so pretty. you're so pretty yn.”

“stoppp.” you whine, legs aromatically closing as an attempt to make chan not stare anymore.

“no.” he whispers, gently prying your legs open again “let me see.” 

you whimper. cheeks flushing pink as you watch chan. his hungry eyes flicker as they take in every detail of your lower half. the way your slick coats your folds and shimmers in the light. how puffy and swollen your clit is. how your entrance pulsates as it waits to be filled with something.

“gosh you're so pretty!” he growls before diving head first between your legs. you shriek as a sudden explosion of pleasure shoots up your spine due to chan's wet tongue gliding over your puffy clit.

“f-fuckk!!” you groan out. he hums as he uses the tip of his tongue to swirl around the bud before licking long strips. he then starts to suck and gently nibble on the bud before slowly licking down to your entrance. 

you moan his name softly, his tongue lapping up your slick. he moans against your cunt from the way you taste, a switch inside him suddenly flipping making him want more of you. the way you sound, the way you taste makes him want so much more of you.

you tug at his hair as his tongue dives in and out of your entrance. breathy moans and shaky whimpers escape from your throat as your body and mind becomes consumed with the foreign feeling of pleasure. you free one hand from his hair to glide under your t-shirt.

you cup your own breast, squeezing and massaging the flesh as you unknowingly buck your hips against chan's face. the tip of his nose bumps against your clit which adds to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

chan smirks, letting you do as you please. he lets you buck and ride his face, his tongue alternating from entrance to clit. your fingers pinch and tug at your nipples, head flopping to the side as your lips part.

with shaky thighs, you desperately try to close your legs around his head but chan is strong. with the grip he currently has, it's a useless fight; a fight you should just give up on.

slick and saliva coats chan's face. your moans and the way your body moves sending tingles of pleasure down chan's spine and straight to his aching balls. his cock straining against his jeans. every now and then, he roughly squeezes and palms himself to relieve him of the ache.

you look down as chan pulls away slightly, your brows furrowing together as a way of asking: “everything ok?” chan simply smirks before gathering up some spit and spitting on your cunt.

your eyes widen a little at the dirty, yet attractive, action. all thoughts are quick to leave your mind once you feel chan rub and smear the saliva on your clit and folds. using two fingers, he rubs between your folds getting the skin coated in your slick. 

he teasingly dips the tips of his fingers inside your entrance to be greeted by sudden warmth and the feeling of you clenching around him. he laughs softly as he looks at you, your pink cheeks and doe eyes staring down at him as you chew your lip.

“is this o–”

“yes!” you hastily interrupt “yes! just fuck me chan. please.. i'm aching to feel something.” you curse your virgin self for sounding so desperate, but you couldn't help it. the pleasure you're feeling is so new and scary. you'd be lying to yourself if you said you wasn't scared of what's next but you know you're safe with chan and with each moan you make, the more you love it.

chan swallows thickly as he clenches his jaw. he makes a mental note of how adorable and submissive you look right now, forever burning the image into his brain. 

he'll use that to jerk off later.

he slowly pushes his fingers inside, stopping at the first knuckle. you groan at the feeling of fullness alongside with how thick his fingers feel. he curls his fingers against your walls, slowly pumping them.

your walls contract around him, holding onto his fingers tightly as if you're scared he will escape. he slowly picks up the pace, your eyes fluttering shut. he dares to push his fingers deeper inside, finger curling and caressing your walls.

he angles each thrust in an attempt to hit that spot he knows so well–and when he does, his ears and eyes are blessed with the sight and sound of you. 

you let out a long and desperate moan, back arching as his fingertips abuse your g-spot. you shakily reach down, holding onto his wrist as you dig your nails into the skin. chan smirks before sucking on your clit again.

“fuck fuck fuck. chan, so good. fuck!” you moan, your throat becoming dry from all the panting you've been doing.

“good girl.” chan mumbles “you're doing so well for me.”

your core clenches, stomach dipping and body sweating. you can't say or do anything because you're so consumed with pleasure. you're hazy and all you can think about is having chan's cock deep inside you, ruining your insides.

chan loves the way you sound, taste, smell and feel. his animalistic side getting the better of him as his fingers drive in and out and tongue swirling around your puffy clit.

he wants more; so much more.

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[mrskokushibo]

Announcement and Teaser

After a long hiatus, I am writing again. I am excited to inform you that the first chapter of my first ever series comes out at the end of this week.

It is a story I have been holding in my heart and thoughts for a long time now. Namely, my version of the backstory of Michikatsu's failed marriage.

It will be a deep dive into the complicated relationship between siblings, lovers, all in the confines of a time and a culture that did not leave room for emotional expression other than behind closed doors.

This story is important to me, as the Tsugikuni twins and their tragic fate have been an obsession of mine since the very first time I read the manga. I sincerely hope that you will follow me on this journey as the story unfolds.

I will be thrilled to hear your feedback and am open to plot discussions. Just pop in an Ask with a header Burn Up.

When a new day begins, the memory of the moon gets erased by the blazing rays of the sun.

TEASER BELOW (exerpt from Ch 2 or 3)

‘Please sit, y/n. I will only be a moment.’ Yoriichi pointed politely with his large hand toward a stone bench under a large tree.

The sun wasn’t very strong yet and the air was still saturated with the residue moisture of the cooler night. It was a lovely morning, of the day before your wedding. You were glad you could spend it with Michikatsu’s quiet but amiable brother.

As he walked away, leaving you alone for a moment, you got seated in the cooling shade of the large platan next to the fenced-off paddock, your attention turned toward your surroundings. Inside the enclosure, it strolled a shapely white mare. The horse seemed friendly and walked up to you when you stood up and came closer to the fence. It was round at its hunches, with a noble small head and big eyes. The silky straight dove white mane was fluttering in the light breeze.

But, all of a sudden, the horse was startled. In a blink of an eye, it neighed, thrust its head up in the air, and trotted skittishly into the middle of the paddock. You did not understand what would cause such a change in the horse’s demeanor until you looked toward the stables. Out of the wide entrance, came Yoriichi, leading a large raven black stallion. He was holding the horse firmly by the reign at its mouth. The horse was a thing of beauty and you could not take your eyes away from it.

Large, with powerful hunches, black hide glistening like polished ebony in the warm rays of morning sun, huge hooves, covered with feather of black hair, and a long, fierce head with dark chestnut, almost maroon eyes. Its mane and tail were thick, long, and wavy. The mane was blending with Yoriichi’s equally huge and wavy hair. For a moment you had to look away as a faint blush began to sprout on your cheeks.

But then your eyes were drawn as in trance back to the sight in front of you. Yoriichi’s ponytail was swinging side to side in time with the horse's tail. And … what showed itself, you were not the only one blushing. His blush grew stronger, making him look truly adorable, creating such a stark contrast to his large frame and masculine features.

‘I wish to apologise for what you are about to witness, y/n. I did not think before I made the offer to look after you today. But this, well, process, cannot wait. The mare needs to be inseminated today as her owners are going back to their estate this afternoon. I am truly sorry about this.’

He looked down at his feet and turned his gaze to the side, fidgeting uncomfortably with the reigns.

‘Oh, but Yoriichi-sama. I do not mind. This is the nature of farm work and I am no stranger to farming. Please, do not apologise.’

At the same time, in your mind, an apology to the gods was already forming as you felt wetness pool between your legs. Yoriichi’s presence caused you to imagine things… Things a soon-to-be bride of another man, let alone a twin of Yoriichi, should not imagine. It was wrong on so many levels but Yoriichi’s kindness, timid and respectful behaviour were triggering these thoughts in a way Michikatsu’s presence never could.

MASTERLIST

Tagging 💜 @doumadono @muzansfangs @crescentmoontsuki @horror4themasses @cursetopia ❤️

Special thanks to @sorrowful-lover for helping me find the peace and tranquility I needed to be creative again 🙏🩵

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[moonjella]

an appetite for destruction : teaser

synopsis: gojo satoru is your soulmate. if him being your childhood sweetheart isn’t enough to convince you, it’s the matching butterfly shaped birthmarks on your wrists. it appeared for him when he was four and you when you were five. and in a world where people stopped believing in soulmates, you and satoru were destined for a rare and pure love. but what happens when you begin to question that reality? what happens when a new birthmark appears? and what happens when you start seeing less of gojo and more of his kind, affectionate and handsome best friend? your life rocks like a boat in dangerous waters and you soon feel your appetite for love turning into an appetite for destruction.

tags and warnings: gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru, soulmate au, love triangle, semi–public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sub!reader, spit kink, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, pet names. minors do not interact!

word count: 4.5k words (teaser only)

taglist is open <3 and reblogs are appreciated :)

Guests arrive one by one as the sun sets below the skyline. Golden hour makes the city scape shimmer and you struggle to tear your eyes from the view. Such a beauty is rare to find in this world yet here it is right in front of you.

You’re so tiny and insignificant against the world at large; there must be more to life than a performative graduation party for your boyfriend.

You wouldn’t hesitate to celebrate any of his achievements with him but you’re old enough and smart enough to know that in the world you live in, no party goes by without a hidden agenda.

Sure, everyone is celebrating Satoru’s graduation and new job in his father’s firm. But they will spend most of the evening discussing potential business deals and forming new connections for their personal networks.

Satoru isn’t one to turn down a party, especially if it could help his family’s business. But even he didn’t see the point in celebrating since he was fully entitled to his new job anyway, being his father’s son and all.

You relate to him in that way. You scored your own place in your mother’s business because you’re her daughter. You could argue that you earned it through hard work. But it wouldn’t change the fact. This was always meant to be.

You were always going to work in your mother’s company regardless. Whether you wanted to or not. Luckily for you, you do.

Gojo, on the other hand, has been dreading this day for many years.

Growing up with your life planned out for you isn’t the worst kind of life to live, but you can’t help but wonder sometimes.

If things were different.

If one tiny part of your life was lived differently, how much of a stranger would you be to the person you are today?

Would you have still graduated from your dream university? Would you be working for your mother? Would you still be with Satoru?

Would he still be your soulmate?

Your mind is filled with random thoughts until your mother approaches you, pulling you from your trance.

“Hey, baby,” she kisses your cheek. “The guests are arriving. Go change your shoes.”

“Oh, yeah,” you tear your eyes from the view outside the window and look down at your trainers. Your mother was right — your feet would have been dead if you wore your heels while setting up for the party. “Where did you put them again?”

“They’re in the private function room. Be quick, okay? You need to be back here to greet the guests.”

“’Kay.”

You jog toward the hallway, passing early guests and waiters carrying champagne on the way and when you reach the door to the function room, you look both ways before slipping inside.

Switching on the light, you scour the room for the bag of shoes your mother left. You need your heels on asap so you can head back to the entrance and wait for Satoru. But no matter where you look, the bag isn’t there.

In the cabinet, behind the couch, tucked into a small corner.

Your shoes are nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck,” you mutter. “Where the hell are they?”

Your blood heats up as you run around the room searching for your shoes. You can’t afford to be late. But after five minutes of thoroughly searching, you consider attending the party in your trainers. They matched your dress well enough and although the guests might notice them, they’d have the decency to not say anything.

At least not to your face.

You sigh, giving up on your short–lived rebellion. Perhaps you’re in the wrong room and your search would be more fruitful elsewhere. But just as you turn towards the door to leave, it swings open causing you to gasp and place a hand over your heart.

You’re immediately settled when you meet the blue eyes of your boyfriend.

“Toru!” you whine. “You scared me.”

“My bad, princess,” Satoru leans down and presses an apologetic kiss on your cheek. “I didn’t mean to.”

Within seconds, you’ve forgiven him for frightening you and cuddle into his chest. Dressed in an expensive three-piece suit, he looks rather dashing for a mere graduation party. Of course, Satoru doesn’t give up any chance to dress to the eyeballs in designer clothes and accessories but still, with his slicked back hair, Rolex and the type of suit he should be saving for a wedding, you can’t help but feel underdressed next to him.

Not that you’re complaining though. He looks incredible and you know for a fact you’ll be staring at him and only him for the entire night.

“What are you doing here so early? I thought your family were going to arrive last. You know, since this is your surprise party.”

“Way to ruin the surprise,” Gojo jokes. “But I actually wanted to see you before the party.”

“What for?”

“I have something for you.” You didn’t realise he was holding something behind his back and he pulls out a neatly pressed bag with ribbons and the logo of your favourite designer brand. “A gift for milady.”

“A gift?” you laugh. “Toru, this is your party. What are you doing giving me a gift?”

He shrugs it off and collapses onto the couch, loosening his tie. Your thighs press together at the sight but you waste no time in thirsting after your boyfriend as you sit beside him and tear open the ribbons.

“No way!” you gasp, pulling out the sleek box. “You didn’t!”

“Oh, yes I did.” Satoru grins to himself proudly, feeling his slacks tighten as you bounce with excitement. He knows you have the wealth to buy anything you want, but he feel some sort of pride when he’s the one giving you what you want.

And in a twisted way, he feels the pride deep in his gut where it travels south and makes his cock throb. The smile on your face is so precious as you admire the shoes he gifted you but the only thing he can think about is turning your U–shaped lips into an O.

“I can’t believe it, Gojo,” you exclaim. “My mother was on the waitlist for these and she never got a pair. How on earth did you?”

His body shakes with a mischievous sort of laughter.

“Your mother was never on the waitlist.”

“What…?”

“I told her to lie to you about it. Wanted to surprise you myself.”

“How on earth did you get her on your side?”

“She loves me, for starters,” the two of you chuckle. “But she loves you more than anyone and she loved the idea of making you believe you’d never get a pair when the whole time, I had them. For you.”

“Toru…” your eyes swim with tears. “That’s so thoughtful.”

You sniffle, admiring the pair in your lap. There were only five pairs made in the world and only one pair was available in Japan. Your mother being the most prominent fashion designer in the country made you certain she’d have first dibs on the pair. But owning an luxury brand which put Japan on the map when your great–grandparents founded it long ago was clearly not enough for her to bargain for the shoes, or so you thought.

You always wondered who the lucky person to snag the shoes before her was.

Turns out, it was your own boyfriend and now the shoes belong to you.

They’re adorned in the finest black silk and encrusted with diamonds. Only, this pair didn’t have the dazzling white diamonds you expected them too. Instead, light blue sparkling diamonds in the unique shade of Satoru’s eyes sat on top of the shoe.

“They’re blue.” You state.

“You like them?” he looks at you expectantly and grins. “I had the family jeweller swap out the diamonds for blue ones, since you love the colour of my eyes so much.”

Light blue diamonds are one of the rarest and most expensive kind and to have them on one of the rarest and most expensive pairs of shoes in the world puts into perspective how unique they are. These shoes are the definition of one of a kind and you feel all the love and effort that went into them deeply.

“Thank you, Toru,” you sob. “I love them so much.”

“Aww, baby. Don’t go crying on me now, I thought you were happy.”

“I am happy. These are happy tears,” you laugh. “Seriously, Satoru. These are incredible. I can’t find the words to describe how much I love them.”

“You don’t need to,” he smiles and gently traces his hand down your bare calf and ankles before slipping off your trainers. “You can just show me.”

Satoru moves from the couch and crouches with one knee on the ground. Rolling down your socks, he presses a kiss to the top of your foot before placing it in one of the heels like prince charming himself. And in true fairytale fashion, the shoe is a perfect fit.

Your face heats up with the adoration you hold for him and he slips on your other shoe before taking you by the hand and pulling you to your feet.

“How do they feel?”

“Perfect,” you squeal excitedly. “They’re perfect.”

“Good, because I have another gift for you.”

“Enough with the gifts, Toru. This is meant to be a party to celebrate you.”

“And what better way can I celebrate myself than making the woman I love happy?”

“Toru,” you pout. “you really didn’t need to.”

He shrugs it off and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a long, thin box and handing it to you. Smiling, you open the lid to reveal a stunning, dainty necklace with a faint blue diamond pendant, matching the diamonds on your shoe.

“Gojo Satoru!” you yelp. “This is all too much! I can’t take this.”

“Oh, you can and you will,” he warns you and takes the necklace from the box. Naturally, you spin around and move your hair to the side so he can fasten it around your neck. It sits prettily in the centre of your collarbone and once again, the tears start rolling.

Satoru kisses each and every one of them away, deepening your love for him. He playfully nips your skin between his teeth, bringing even more tears to your eyes.

“Wipe your tears, baby. I wanna have some fun before the party starts.”

Your body melts into the couch as Gojo reaches into your neck and licks stripes before kissing over them sweetly. Surprisingly, you find some resistance in you to protest. “There’s no time, Toru. We’ll be late.”

“The party doesn’t start until I get there.”

“That’s not the point,” you hiss as he bites down, causing your legs to wrap around him. “Our parents will be mad if we’re late.”

“I don’t care,” he mutters against your skin, pulling down the strap of your dress and biting your shoulder. You yelp and he moves to your mouth to swallow your whimpers in his own. “Keep it down, princess. Someone’ll hear you.”

“Fuck…” you whisper. “Need you, Toru.”

“What happened to being late for the party?” he teases and reaches under your body to pull down the zip of your dress. He effortlessly lifts you up and the dress glides to the ground. You step out of it donned only in your lacey underwear, precious heels and jewelled necklace he adorned you with.

And your body burns under his gaze.

“Toru…touch me…please…”

Satoru instead leaves you standing in the centre of the room where the cold air attacks your skin; your nipples harden and press against the helpless lace of your bra. Meanwhile, Satoru takes a seat on the couch, relaxing into the cushions and unbuckling his belt. His blazer falls to the side but his waistcoat stays intact while he pulls his cock from his boxers.

“Stay like that, princess,” he mutters. “Just like that.”

His voice shudders as he strokes his cock, not once taking his eyes off you. Your mouth salivates at the sight of him, as does your pussy. Arousal leaks through your flimsy panties and you rub your thighs together for some relief against your puffy lips.

“Fuck, so needy for me, huh?” you whine and nod. “Just as I thought. You’re the perfect little whore for me.”

You watch helplessly and hungrily as his cock twitches and hips jut into his fist before he regains control of himself. Oh, how you wish it could be you touching his hard, raging cock.

Your body grows more and more needy for his touch but you know better than to move without him saying so, so you substitute his touch with your own and grace your body with soft, seductive touches. His sky blue eyes darken with a cloud of lust as he intently watches you squeezing your breasts and tugging at your nipple.

He relishes in the way your eyes roll back when your hand drifts lower and rubs your lace covered pussy. And the way your hips and limbs move in unison, swaying ever so gently, causing the diamonds on your neck and feet to sparkle.

A groan escapes the dishevelled man and he swallows the building saliva in his mouth.

“Take off your bra.” He orders and you do so, slowly reaching behind and unclasping the hook. Your tits bounce with the release, free from restriction and you jump on your tippy toes slightly, causing them to bounce a little more and earning a growl from Satoru.

“Do I look pretty, Toru?” you ask with doe eyes, biting your lips.

“Fuck,” he groans and fists his cock harder. “You’re fucking stunning.”

You smile to yourself and continue playing with your sensitive nipples until Toru orders you to take off your panties, and when you do, a thick string of your arousal connects your them to your pussy.

“Look at that, Toru,” you giggle. “Look at how wet you made me.”

“And I didn’t even touch you.”

“You didn’t, but I want you to. I want you so bad, Toru. Please can you touch me?”

“Hm,” he smirks devilishly. “maybe if you crawl over to me like a good girl. You know I like that.”

“Of course, Toru. Anything for you.”

You fall to your hands and knees and move one step at a time towards him. Without breaking eye contact, you make sure to sway your ass as you move and when you’re just about on his lap, Satoru takes your pretty face in his hands.

He leans forward, hovering over you on the ground.

“Open up.”

You’ve been his pretty little fuckdoll for years now, meaning your body works with inherent muscle memory and your lips part widely from his words as if it were second nature. You stick your tongue out and he presses his thumb down on it.

“Good fucking girl,” he slurs. “You’re so fucking hot. Think you deserve some of me now, huh?”

You nod eagerly and he gathers saliva in his mouth before letting it drip directly on your tongue. Your pussy clenches from the contact and in seconds, you’ve already swallowed it. “More, please.”

Satoru is kind and gives into your desires, spitting into your mouth again and again until you’re frantically rubbing your pussy on his shoes.

“Uh, oh, sweetiepie,” he tuts. “No grinding today. Don’t want you leaving stains on my clothes.”

You pout instantly but he makes it disappear with a chaste kiss. “If your pretty pussy’s that desperate, why don’t you ride my cock?”

Feverishly, you climb onto his lap and align your pussy with his sensitive tip. You both groan as you touch it, rubbing it up and down between your folds.

“Easy, tiger,” Satoru chuckles. “Don’t get too excited. Someone could walk in at any moment.”

“Don’t care.” Satoru laughs at how quickly your attitude changed from moments before and hisses the seconds you sink down on him. “Fuck, angel. So fucking tight…”

You press your lips to his, swallowing your mixed moans as you take him in your pussy. His cock is huge and stretches your walls as arousal leaks from you. You don’t bother being gentle and ride his cock with all of your might.

Bouncing hard and grinding in circles, you lose your breath quickly and the two of you gasp as your pussy swallows his dick whole.

“Fuck, Toru, it’s so good!”

When you feel his tip grazing over that little sweet spot, pure bliss is only seconds away. That is until he flips you onto your back and pounds your pussy from a different angle.

He buries your body into the cushions with each hard thrust and your legs fly into the air, heels facing up so the pretty blue diamonds sparkle in comparison to his dark, hungry eyes.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I’m gonna cum, YN.”

“Cum for me, Toru!” you whine. “Cum inside me!”

All it takes is two more thrusts and he unloads inside of you. Your pussy quivers, not quite grasping at your orgasm and you rut your hips against him even when he stills.

“Toru, please keep going,” you beg. “I’m so close, please don’t stop.”

You think he’s spent from fucking you hard and from all the activities of the night before but you soon realise you’re wrong when Satoru lifts you with ease and flips you once more so your face is buried into the couch and your ass points upwards towards his crotch.

The added height from your heels leaves your sopping hole at the perfect height for him to rail into you. Your cries and moans are muffled by the cushions but surely someone would hear you. At this point, though, you couldn’t care less.

All you can think about is Satoru’s cock tearing you open and filling you up endlessly.

“Toru,” you stutter. “gonna cum!”

“Go on then, baby. Cum all over my cock.”

His cock brushes against your sweet spot a few more times and like a wave crashing through you, pleasure is released throughout your body. You scream into the pillows and cream around his cock as your limbs tremble.

Your weakened knees collapse and heels loose their footing in the ground but Gojo is not having it. He yanks your almost limp body and holds you upright against him. Taking your hands, he plants them in his hair and you tug on his scalp when his cock refuses to stop fucking you.

“Toru…” you moan his name, gasping when his fingers dig harshly into your hips. “please, enough.”

“One more, baby,” he mutters, kissing your shoulder. “One more and I’ll stop.”

You stand — barely — against him as he holds you up, completely naked against his fully–suited body. Wearing only a pair of heels and a diamond necklace, you feel so helpless in his grasp and it only turns you on more.

But what you don’t expect to heighten your senses is the door opening and staring dead in the eyes with a complete stranger.

“T–Toru!” you attempt to grab his attention, to tell him to stop because someone has caught you both but he’s lost in your body, as he often finds himself to be. He’s a man with no control, thinking only of how good it feels driving his cock into your tight, wet, quivering pussy.

You reluctantly find yourself orgasming on Satoru’s cock a second time and to your dismay, you’re not looking into his eyes but into a stranger’s. They’re dark, not quite as interesting as Satoru’s but easily as magnetic given your inability to look away.

You feel so raw, so dirty. Stark naked and having your brain fucked out in front of a stranger. His wide eyes don’t tear from you even when you cum a third, fourth, fifth time and your body burns when as his eyes rake over your bare, sweaty body.

The need to curl into a ball and hide takes over but there’s something stronger stopping you from covering your body. Something about this stranger, about this situation dares you to keep going. To not stop for anything.

Satoru’s cock feels like heaven in you, and looking into this stranger’s eyes while you orgasm is a sin worthy of a lifetime in hell. But somehow, the two combined create an otherworldly sensation in you.

It’s both paradise and inferno, and you alone are the honoured one in this paradox.

The pleasure is blinding, stealing your breath and all self–control as you spasm around Satoru’s cock, screaming incoherently — but you don’t know if you’re begging him to stop or keep going.

You fall forward, hands on the couch holding you up as Satoru continues thrusting into you. You know he loves watching his cock move in and out of your pussy and you’re thankful he’s addicted to the sight of it in this moment because you shamelessly maintain eye contact with the man in the doorway.

It isn’t until your eyes flutter closed from your umpteenth orgasm when Satoru finally gives in and collapses beside you. Your moans and gasps for air fill the room and when you open your eyes, the door is closed and the strange man is nowhere to be seen.

A twinge of guilt rattles in your chest, as does fear. Who the hell was that guy?

How could you be so reckless and let someone watch you like that? And how could you be so shameless to enjoy it?

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Satoru asks, brushing your hair away from your face.

“N–Nothing,” you say, biting your lips. “It’s just…we’re going to be so late to the party.”

Satoru’s body rocks with a deep chuckle and he ruffles your hair. “I already told you, the party doesn’t start until I arrive.”

You bite your lips, letting your head fall into your hands. Betraying Satoru like that was never intended, but what’s done is done and you don’t have the courage to tell him.

At least, not right now.

You don’t want to spoil his mood for the party.

Once Satoru regains his breath and energy, he gently lifts you and lays you on the couch. “Time for the cleanup.”

He takes his handkerchief and uses it to wipe the mess between your legs as best he can.

“There are napkins on the table, Toru. You could’ve used them.” You say, worried that he’ll be without his handkerchief for the night.

“But I wanted to use my handkerchief so I can sniff your pussy juices when I miss you.”

“What the fuck?” you cackle and kick him playfully. Just like that, all the fear and guilt disappears with a stupid joke from your stupid boyfriend. “What is wrong with you?”

“I’m just kidding,” he smirks. “Or am I?”

“Ugh, you’re such a perv.” You shove him away with a wide smile on your face, but he pulls you back to him and showers your face in kisses. “Get away!”

“Nuh–uh. You’re mine now, baby.”

He grabs you roughly and places you in his lap, legs spread on either side as he continues wiping you clean. “My baby’s pussy is already sore. I don’t wanna make it worse with napkins.”

You agree with him; a soft handkerchief rubbing against your pussy is much better than the slightly rough texture of a napkin. Your heart flutters with adoration for him. What could you have possibly done in your past lives to deserve a lover like Satoru? He takes care of you in ways you don’t think about.

He’s your soulmate, after all. But his level of attentiveness is unmatched.

Satoru finishes cleaning the mess he left on your pussy and helps you step into your panties and fastens your bra for you, then grabbing your dress from the ground and pulling it over your body.

“Why the pouty face?” he teases.

“Because it’s not fair that you look like you’re about to walk a fashion show and I look like this.” You wave your hands in front of yourself, signalling his attention to your messed up hair, smudged lipstick and crinkled dress. Meanwhile, Satoru’s suit is perfectly pressed and his hair isn’t so much as an inch out of shape.

He only smiles dotingly while using his thumb to wipe the edges of your lips and helps comb your hair with his fingers until you look presentable.

His soft fingers graze the back of your neck as he zips up your dress and he fiddles with your necklace, centring the chain so the pendant sits in the middle of your chest. You turn around in his arms and wrap yours around his neck, pressing a deep yet gentle kiss to his lips.

But the innocent kiss is soon disturbed by a knock on the door. Fortunately, this time you’re fully dressed when it opens. Unfortunately, the same man from earlier is the one opening it.

Your eyes widen and immediately look away from him. Fuck, maybe it was real, maybe you were just imagining him. Either way, your body drowns in shame as he enters the room.

“Suguru!” Satoru exclaims, inviting him in. “Didn’t think you’d make it.”

Satoru pulls the guy into a hug and he averts his eyes as soon as they land on you. You to swallow nervously.

“Well, I’m here,” he says. “But everyone’s wondering where you are.”

“I know. We were just about to head out. By the way, this is YN. You remember her, right?”

“Of course, I do,” the guy smiles at you, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Those are filed with something else, something that makes your heart beat ten times faster. “You never stopped talking about her.”

Satoru guffaws and smack his shoulder before coming back to you and pulling you towards the man. You try to fight against it but it seems Gojo is still in the dark about the situation and you don’t want to be the one to tell him.

“This isn’t exactly how I wanted you two to meet,” Toru says. “But YN, this is Suguru, my friend from university. And Suguru, this is YN, my girlfriend.”

The two of you stare at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before Satoru laughs and takes each of your hands and presses them together. It takes a few more seconds and a deep breath for you to force on a smile and shake his hand.

The touch from his skin is enough to irk you. It shoots sparks up your arm. Making eye contact with him is as fearsome as you thought it would be, because your hole clenches around nothing against your will.

His dark eyes and tied–back dark hair ignite something dangerous in you and despite your innate need to look away from him, you can’t.

“Geto Suguru.” He introduces himself. His name is familiar, Satoru has talked about him a few times before. The way it rolls off his tongue sends an unfamiliar shiver through your body. “It’s nice to finally meet you. For three years, he never shut up about his girlfriend. I was starting to think you weren’t real.”

Satoru smacks him again and you retract your hand as if touching him would pass you a disease. But you can already feel it bubbling inside of you. The shame. The guilt. The intrigue.

Those feelings are a disease alright.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” you manage to say. “Satoru spoke a lot about you also.”

“I’m sure he did.”

His voice grates against your insides and you feel both nauseous and excited. You sigh, pushing the feelings aside and convincing yourself it’s just the after effects of having your guts rearrange by Toru’s cock. But it niggles inside of you no matter how much you try to ignore it.

You are ever so grateful for Toru’s cheery voice pulling you from the depths of your thoughts.

“Are we going to this party or what?”

“Of course,” you finally tear your eyes from Suguru and place your hand on Satoru’s arms, not missing the way Suguru’s gaze lingers on it. “Let’s go.”

#☆ ─── 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 ─── ☆ #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo x reader #jjk gojo x you #jjk x y/n #getou suguru #getou x reader #jjk smut

[minisugakoobies]

Paradise Chapter 14 - Teaser | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: smut, neighbors to lovers (not quite friends but not quite strangers), love triangle, Stripper!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Teaser Warnings: reference to blow jobs

Teaser Word Count: 859 (actual chapter TBD)

Disclaimers: None, other than obviously I don’t own BTS - they simply inspire me

A/N: Helloooooo… sorry it's taking so long for the next update. Here's a little peek at how the chapter begins. Can you believe we're coming up on 2 YEARS since this started?? 😳 Wild. Thank you for hanging on! 💕

(This chapter is still in progress, so this is subject to change!)

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Turns out that impulsiveness looks pretty good on you. 

Or so you think to yourself, catching your reflection in the mirror of the men’s room as you leave Jungkook to collect himself after giving him the best blow job of his life (your words - although, based on the look on his face as you’d swallowed, you might not be far off). 

You hadn’t planned on dragging him into the bathroom like that, but upon seeing him walk out onto the terrace in that grey belted suit, looking like an absolute dream, well, you simply could not help yourself.

You also hadn’t meant to tell him you missed him last night. But you had, because you did. God, when had you turned into this - this massive simp? It was only yesterday morning that you’d woken up in Jungkook’s embrace. You’d barely spent 24 hours apart - so why were you so desperate to get back into his arms?

Of course, none of this matters right now. There are only minutes to go before the ceremony begins, and you need to pull your head out of the clouds and get back to Jennie and the others. Starting by escaping the men’s room sight unseen.

“YN!” 

Or not.

As soon as you close the door, you hear Jin’s voice calling to you. He’s standing at the other end of the little hallway, near the entrance to the reception room.

“Hey,” you reply, trying to be the most nonchalant you’ve ever been in your life, as if you weren’t just gagging on Jungkook’s dick in a public bathroom. 

Jin smiles as you approach, but there’s a gleam in his eye that makes you nervous, and you’re so busy trying to come up with a valid excuse for why he saw you emerging from the men’s room that you apparently forget how to walk, trip over the hem of your gown, and crash directly against his chest. 

“Easy, tiger!” he laughs, arms locking around your back as he helps you stand back upright. “I’m used to ladies throwing themselves at me, but only you’ve taken it literally.” 

You roll your eyes, but you’re pretty sure he’s not lying about fighting off admirers, given that he looks like a supermodel in his crisply tailored tuxedo. His bowtie is a little crooked thanks to being squashed by your face during your ungainly landing, so you gently fix it, and Jin thanks you with a soft grin. 

“I left my glasses at home, so tell me - did I just see you leav-” Jin suddenly stops in the middle of his sentence, his gaze drifting over your shoulder. “Oh. Nevermind, I see.” He takes a step back, arms falling from your waist.

Another hand slips into yours. 

Jungkook didn’t wait very long before following you out of the restroom. He squeezes your hand as you glance at him, but he stares directly at Jin, nostrils flaring slightly, eyes narrowed, lips pursed tightly as if - as if -

Oh, shit. 

“You left this behind, jagiya.” Jungkook turns to you, his face shifting into a softer expression as he produces your clutch like some sort of trophy. You must’ve left it on the counter. “Did you want me to hold it during the ceremony?” 

Your brain is lagging severely at the moment, trying to process two major facts at once. Fact one: Jin obviously realized that you were with Jungkook in the bathroom. Fact two: you completely forgot to tell Jungkook that Jin would be at the wedding. Which, given the events of the last 24 hours, it’s understandable that it slipped your mind, but this isn’t how you’d expected to officially introduce them. 

On top of that, Jungkook has asked you a question. And is now waiting for an answer, while Jin watches in polite silence. 

“Um. Yes. Sorry, yes, can you keep an eye on it for me?” 

Jungkook nods, tucking the clutch into his jacket and patting it lightly. “Of course,” he says, nodding solemnly, as if you’d just asked him to protect precious goods and not a cheap bag full of tissues and mints. 

Jin clears his throat lightly. 

“Oh! I’m sorry, Jin, this is Jungkook, Jungkook, Jin.” 

Of all the ways for these two to meet, this might not be the most embarrassing, but it’s definitely up there. There’s still a bit of Jungkook’s taste lingering on your tongue as the two men shake hands, Jin wincing slightly. 

You try to quickly fill Jungkook in. “Jin’s the best man.” 

“Sure am.” Jin grins. 

“He and Yoongi grew up together,” you add, ignoring Jin’s little interjection, knowing that Jungkook didn’t miss it based on the way his jaw flexes violently, as if he’s gnashing his teeth. 

“Nice to meet you, Jungkook. That’s quite a grip you have there.” Jin slides his hands into his pockets. “YN’s told me a little about you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Jungkook replies, inclining his head slightly. His hand returns to yours, fingers locking firmly. “Wish I could say the same, but YN never mentions you.” 

You try to control your face as you look at Jungkook. What did he just say?

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#bts x reader #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts imagines #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #fic: paradise

[kanmom51]

JK the crowned 👑 spoiler king

cr./to the creators of the media used in this post.

Touched on this a little yesterday here:

He really is.

The king of spoilers.

And he seems to also be the gift that keeps on giving too, lol. The layers upon layers of his spoilers are being revealed to us slowly but surely. Can't wait to see if he has more in store for us.

So, what did he give us so far?

JK playing JVKE's Golden Hour, showing us the JM tattoo (lest us forget closing with "your the love of my life").

Next we have him telling us:

🐰 I want to be a bartender. I think it's going to be fun.

Next he does the butterfly out of nowhere with his hair tie.

Did I mention him coming back for live no. 4 on white day, half an hour before SMF pt. 2 teaser was landing to tell us to look forward to it?

And finally, well, for now that we know of that is, we have his cooking live with a pre-prepared guitar to play Letter for us. JK, not the one that did the guitar playing for the song, made the effort of learning the cords and playing it for us just before the album and the hidden track, a song that he took part in, landed.

He keeps on doing this, JK.

But not with any of the other members.

So, JM spoiler king will be the more accurate description in his case.

Funny how JK keeps doing this with the one member big chunks of this fandom think he's no longer close with. All while he is radio silent about the others.

What was it that JK told us in the past?

Well, obviously there has been a lot of concentration going on with these spoilers...

None of the other members received this treatment from JK, not even Hobi, whom JK is undeniably super close with.

JK will dance and laugh and tease the others after their releases, but no spoilers were given, and especially no lives just sitting and watching said members songs, shows, compilations just for the sake of that alone. Fully entranced. Unwilling to even look at and totally uninterested in the comments during said live.

Only JM.

And I'll raise you another one.

JK knows.

These spoilers come out of knowledge.

JK knows JM's songs, JM's projects, JM's choreos, JM's MVs before we do.

And you'd say, "well, they are part of the band, no?" But you see, first of all JM being super busy preparing for his first solo album release wouldn't be in touch with them all on a daily basis and definitely not in a manner that they all know the comings and goings of his projects/songs/choreos/MVs. For example, Yoongi didn't even know about Letter.

So yeah, JK knew and knows all these details, down to SMF pt. 2 choreo, down to the set of Like crazy MV and JM's bartending duties there. All before it landed. All before we knew.

To sum it up with a nice little bow:

TKKs are right. Ex Jikookers are right. Those two, most definitely drifted apart, have zero to do with each other, don't even like each other anymore. So much so they can't stand to be next to each other, in each other's presence nor talk to each other. JK's supposed vocals on Letter are AI, it's all a big fat lie they came up with to placate the Jikookers that were rioting in the streets. And hugging, eww, totally out of the question. No hugging allowed. If they communicate it's through Tae, JK's new boyfie. Cause Tae, he gone and dumped Jenni's skinny ass the second JK became available.

Hell nah!!!

But because I already went there, talk about changing the subject, lol, I was sent this clip today from my daughter:

This:

People, there you have it.

#Jikook #Kookmin #Minkook #Jungkook #JK #Jimin #JM #JK king spoiler #more like the JM king spoiler

[narujenreacts]

MURDER DRONES E7 ANALYZATIONS/THEORIES

Since we're getting MD news today and it will most likely be either another teaser trailer or full trailer for E7 and it will probably reveal some things, I figured I'd list what I've noticed and my theories before then. I would've made a Things I Noticed video on it, but since I'm still finishing up the one for E5 I won't be able to do that. I'll still make it after, but for now, this will have to do! (Note: I posted this on Twitter and YouTube before Glitch posted the new teaser for E7, but forgot to post it here. Whoops lol)

IF YOU WANT TO WAIT UNTIL I COME OUT WITH THE VIDEO DO NOT READ BELOW THIS!!

~E7&8 Teaser~

1. The goopy fleshy covered entrance has most likely been foreshadowed since E4. There was a drawing of it among others with the dead drone that Uzi found under the floor.

2. The yellow light by the box is not a piece of V or a Disassembly Drone. It's just a lantern.

3. Theory: The scenes of N and Uzi going to hug each other and then Uzi hugging N and crying are two separate moments. The first one is going to be more comedic. N and Uzi hear something that scares them and their automatic reaction is to hug each other. Like something out of Scooby Doo. For the second moment N appears to be stiff. Unmoving. Almost as if he's in a trance, shut down, etc. Remember that Uzi has admin control of him and V, so if she wanted to she could most likely put him in SLEEP MODE or the like. Why would she do that? Because she's about to face Cyn/the Absolute Solver (her standing alone in that teaser GiF lends to that) and she doesn't want him to get hurt or worse, so she makes him stay behind. Before she leaves though she gives him one last hug good bye. Hence the crying.

4. N being dragged away. Some have said it looks like what he grabs is Uzi's beanie. From what I can tell, that's not the case. It's just a rock that N accidentally grabs in a panic. If it was Uzi's beanie I believe they would've had him look at it in desperation. As for who he's being dragged by, there's multiple choices. Cyn, Eldritch V, Nori or Yeva. It could even be Uzi. Also, I believe he's being dragged into the same opening that we see in the beginning. The one covered in the goopy flesh stuff. Because I can see part of the same box on the left side and I think the rock is even there on the floor.

5. The shot of the Sentinels chained up. We know Nori treated the Sentinels like "pets", so it wouldn't surprise me that they're hers. This could even be what leads to the teaser image of Nori and Yeva standing in the entrance of the Cathedral.

6. I've seen some say it's the manor from E5. No, it is not. It's a cathedral. The design is completely different from the manor.

7. If you look on the right written in blood are the words "THE END" and "NULL" and there's a drawing of what looks like a corpse spire. You can see these best when the lightning flashes.

8. Nori's locker being closed. The one closing it is Tessa. I can tell not just by her hand, but her bow enters the frame briefly.

9. The moment of N and Uzi turning to look at something. Uzi's left hand light is yellow, which is the same one she breaks/snaps N's hand with in the next shot. This could be after that moment, and this shows she was under the Solver's influence. What also leads me to believe those two shots are connected is the red lighting and their expressions as well as body language. For the lighting, in the first shot Uzi's back is to it. In the second shot, it's N's back. Why the swap? Because between those moments I believe more happens and they move around. Then Uzi snaps out of it, realizes what she did to N's hand and starts apologizing to him. N looks scared of her, because he is, which would make Uzi feel even worse. Guilty. In fact, what if she feels so guilty this is the moment that leads to her making the decision that she needs to face Cyn/the Solver on her own? That shot of Uzi hugging N also has red lighting, and who's back is facing it? Uzi's.

10. The cross Uzi is holding. There was that moment in E5 when Louisa (Tessa's mom) called Cyn "little anti-Christ". Why I think Uzi is holding the cross is because N remembered what Louisa said and tells Uzi to hold it. Or gives it to her. All in the hopes it'll help hold back the Solver's corruption.

~Nori and Yeva Teaser Image~

Not too much to say about this one. We never did see Yeva or Nori actually die. Just Yeva's body in E3 and Khan's comment of "And to put your mother out of her misery when the Murder Drones got to her with that nanite acid," in the pilot, so I wasn't too surprised to see they were still alive. However, what does strike me as odd is Yeva's stance and expression. Until this image Yeva has always looked terrified/horrified, so why does she look almost bored in the image? It's odd. Unless she's changed since then. Or...here's a random thought...what if Uzi swapped sentience with her? Lol highly doubt it, but it'd be funny.

~Uzi Standing Alone GiF~

1. Uzi is holding something in her left hand and it shimmers in the light, so it's gotta be something reflective. To me it looks like a necklace. Nori's? Yeva's? Or both?

2. The lights flickering in the background are candles. Who lit them?

3. The thing hanging from the ceiling in the background looks like it's either a lantern or one of those medieval cages.

4. Between Uzi's stance and her possibly holding her mom's necklace, I can see her thinking to herself, 'Don't worry, everyone. I'm going to put an end to this. No matter what.'

~Extra Things~

Cyn's eyes are going to have two small x's for eyes instead of the usual single large X we've seen, which might be a reference to Liam's previous work, Internecion Cube.

I believe current Tessa is either not human or at least not 100% human. Possibly a mix of organic and machine. After all the Solver has consumed human flesh.

#murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones uzi #murder drones ep 7 #glitch productions

[live-laugh-lenney]

Can you post a teaser of your locked in series 😙🫶

absolutely, i can!

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One guy hung behind, waiting incredibly patiently, dressed in all black with the sleeves of his hoodie hiding his hands. He had brown hair upon his head, tousled and messy, and the most engaging brown eyes that didn’t seem to leave her face, drinking in everything about her.

“I’m Arthur. ArthurTV,” he grinned, almost hesitating as he went in to give her a hug, but barely resisting when she wrapped her arms around him and initiated the greeting, “it’s so good to meet you.”

“I’m YN,” she smiled softly, reading off her Youtube name in a similar fashion to how he had introduced himself and he snickered softly, “it’s good to meet you, too.”

“Did you struggle as much as me to find the entrance to this place? Because I must have looked like a massive tit to the cameras when I walked straight past the entrance and round the corner,” he admitted, a laugh leaving him as she giggled and shook her head, “honestly, I just hope everyone else did the same.”

“It took me ages to find the door,” she stated, “so we can both look like tits together.”

“And I do say that we make quite the pair,” he acknowledged, “come and get to know everyone. We think you were the last person to join us now there’s ten of us.”

—

i’m going to write the majority of the series before i post it on here otherwise i’ll lose interest in it and i don’t want to get everyones hopes up in hoping to have it sooner. at least then, i can either post it all in one day or schedule it out. i don’t know yet! xx

#arthurtv #arthurtv imagines #arthurtv headcannons

[ripperdoc-is-daddy]

Boys Night Out Pt. 2

You've told the men you can handle all three of them, but can you really? Teaser Pt. 1 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

TW: S3xually explicit, S3xually suggestive, Drug use, Profanity, Mention of bodily fluids, Power Play, Overstimulation, Crass Behavior, Alcohol mentions, Polyam, Choking, All the holes are used, Bathing, Texting without permission, Blk Reader, Digital and Penile penetration, Cunnilingus, Anallingus, Fingering, Restraint, Mild Possession, Both S3xual and non S3xual intimacy, Mentions of nudity, Reader is female, Graphic descriptions, Modern AU, EROTICA Written 50/50 with @animupiglett 100% could not have done it without them. <3

Tengen blinked to himself, dumbfounded. It took a couple seconds for his brain to catch up. Had this woman just said what he thought she said? He eyed her up and down, mulling her actions in his head. She was bold. That was for sure. The red lipstick on him is a testament to that. Her challenge to him definitely wasn't going to go unaddressed. Alright, she wants to play hardball and try to take all three of them on at once? Then who was he to deny her? This was the first time Tengen felt ANY kind of intimidation from a woman, albeit a faint feeling. She would eat those words and regret them once they were done. He would make sure of it.

A dangerous smirk appears on his face as he looks into your eyes. "You sure you are up for it? This is your last chance to back out," he asked, voice intimidatingly low. You were shaken; your intimidation factor barely fazed him. It didn't matter. You knew what you wanted, and you were in this and HAD to follow through or look like a dumbass. You nodded your head confidently, and he shrugged, "Alright, don't say I didn't warn you. When this is all over, just remember you asked for it. No, demanded it."

Tengen scoots his chair back and stands up. Looking down at you one last time with a feral gleam in his eyes. He turned on his heels and strode back to the boys' table. "Alright! Good news. I didn't strike out, as you can clearly tell. No need to congratulate me. We knew this would happen." He sits down in his chair and steals Sanemi's drink. Takes a few sips just to piss the man off before setting it back and continuing. "There is a catch, though. She seems to think she can handle all three of us at once. I told her it would be a tough order, but she insisted she could handle it. Something about "Stupid games deserve stupid prizes." He paused to stretch and steal a sip out of Kyōjurō's drink, then resumed. "Now, I have no problem with this arrangement. I'm just worried one of the two of you won't be able to keep up. I understand if this seems like a bit much." He stares at Kyō for a tic. "I mean, it's a bit above just a phone number, but I think we can handle it and knock her down a peg or two. So, what do you two idiots think?"

Tengen picks at some non-existent dirt underneath his fingernails. Waiting to see if his bait would be taken. With a blood color dusting his face, matching the red mask he wore, Kyōjurō looks up from his phone and sputters at the thought. "Sh-She wants… all of us? Like in one room? Together?" He glances at Sanemi, smiling at his younger friend as if he were a child. "I mean... I've had sex before, but… Never with two other guys! It's always been two or three other girls and me. How is that even supposed to work, Tengen? What the FUCK did you do?! What did you say?!" He puts his phone on Do Not Disturb, thoroughly entranced by the whole conversation. "Sanemi... have you ever? …" He gestures lewdly with his hands as the white-haired man continues to stifle a laugh at his inexperience.

Kyōjurō whispers frantically, "AND WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SMILING?! What is HAPPENING right now???" Sanemi placed a firm hand on Kyōjurō's shoulder; He was trying so hard not to laugh. Kyōjurō's reaction was too good. It almost made up for the bougie jackass, Tengen, stealing some of his drink. "Wait, you regularly have moresomes, and you can't figure out how it works with multiple men and one woman?" Tenge said as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Kyōjurō was the baby of their group. They tended to handle him with kid gloves, but there was no way he could not have put things together on how this would work.

Sighing but still highly amused, Sanemi checks in with Tengen to see if he would tell him. That ass was just watching, amused, stealing more sips of his drink! Sanemi fought back a growl and then shook his head. "Look, Kyōjurō, when three men and one very hot woman like each other, they sometimes get very close and intimate with each other..." He started, barely able to contain his mirth.   He ignored the look of annoyance crossing the blonde's features and continued, "So when that happens, there is usually a...." He trails off, trying to think of how to say it. He is interrupted by their other amused companion, "Spit roast. Some double pen. Either hole. Maybe two in one if she is relaxed enough. Just do the math, Kyō, three holes. Three men."  

Sanemi lost his composure at that and doubled over laughing. The hand on their confused friend's shoulder slapped him repeatedly as he cackled. "I was trying to ease him into it, you jackass! Clearly, he doesn't have experience with these kinds of things."  

Tengen rolled his eyes. "Whatever, your explanation would take too long, and I'd leave without the two of you. Take off the kid gloves already. Sanemi and I have been there and done that. Now you are being added to the equation." The flashy, iced-out man spoke matter-of-factly. Kyōjurō was embarrassed, but he couldn't do anything but ask as he watched the two, who seemingly always hate each other, laugh joyfully as they hugged. He looked down, flitting his eyes left and right, "I want to do it... I have never been scared of pussy... It's just...." He groans, then smacks the palm of his hand to his forehead, slowly dragging his hand down. The two other men waited with tears, hoping he would ask the question they knew he would, biting their bottom lips and giggling.

Kyōjurō could see Sanemi's chest vibrating with laughter as he slapped Tengen's shoulder further. The youngling swallowed his pride and opened his mouth "...Wh...What is.... a spit roast... and... double pen?" Tengen audibly giggles, then sucked it back in as Sanemi shushes him, "And... How can you.... do Two in.... one hole... COME ON! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!" His face flushed out with embarrassment. "I just... What if I'm not... Big enough? I've seen both of yours... Y'all have never seen mine, and I don't want you to laugh at me, you fucking... assholes." Tengen could no longer contain himself. He just let go and laughed maniacally. "He just! He actually! Oh, oh, this is too good. I-I can't even. This is all you 'nemi. I'll keep our lovely lady entertained while you explain the birds and the bees to Junior." He picked himself up and wandered back over to your table, never stopping his laughing. Sanemi watched the skyscraper of a man leave with venom in his eyes.   Shaking his head and taking a sharp breath, he began speaking to Kyō in a very measured tone.

"A spit roast is when there is one in front and one in the back. The double pen is... Do I really need to explain how two dicks penetrate one hole or that you have one in her ass and one in her coochie? Ugh. Tengen can show you once we get to it. He'll probably take some sort of sadistic pleasure in guiding you." Sanemi rests his head on the table and sighs. "I am sure your dick is enough. Just don't compare yourself to that arrogant asshole. Genetics gave him the physical appeal, but his personality has always been lacking." The scarred man brought his head up and finished off his drink. "Are you sure you are up to this? Like it was said, the two of us," he gestures to himself and Tengen, who is currently chatting with you and getting handsy. Sanemi's eyes narrow into slits. "Have already been in this situation a few times together. Don't feel pressured into something if you aren't okay with being with all of us in one room." Kyōjurō exhaled; his face was not as red as previously. He felt a wash of comfort after Sanemi takes his inquiry seriously.

He always liked going to Sanemi about his "dumb" questions over Tengen, and it was apparent why. He looked over at you, totally ignoring Tengen and hyping himself up in his head. "Just focus on her, and you'll be good, Kyō." He also wondered if you'd understand but didn't want to embarrass himself. He turned to Sanemi after admiring your beautiful features, "I'm good, thanks. Now that I know a little about what's to be done, I think we can make it work. The question is... Where do we do this? As exciting as it sounds to do it in this bar like Tengen is obviously trying to coax her into doing..." He rolled his eyes, "I think a more relaxed setting works better. We could do it at my place? You just have to promise you won't move anything out of place... You know how I get Nemi." The older, scarred man nods and pats his friend on the back.

"Yeah, if you are okay with using your place and she is too, then we can go back there. No promises on shit not being moved. I can't speak for her or Tengen. He might move shit just to be a bastard." He frowns, not putting it past Tengen but also knowing that the other man wasn't malicious, so he probably would end up moving something by accident with his massive muscles and then apologizing. 'Nemi scrunched up his face as another thought came to him, "He might break your furniture if he decides not to hold back. Had to replace a bed that way." He groaned, purposely not saying whose bed was broken in the process.  

Shrugging, he lightly kicks Kyō under the table. "Look alive. Point of no return approaching." Sanemi stands up and dusts himself off to ensure he looks presentable again. He moves towards the bar to close their tabs and give his buddy some breathing room. This would have been intimidating if this had just been Tengen's idea, but it had been yours. That was a whole Mt. Everest and a half pill for Kyō to swallow if their conversation indicated anything.  

Pulling out his phone, he shot a quick message to their group chat.

         Don't be an asshole - Salt Bae.

It was short, and the intended recipient would understand, while the other would know he worried about his emotional wellbeing. His phone chirped, and he read the response,

 Of course not. I have complete confidence in Flame Daddy's ability to perform.  I'm going to enjoy the show. -Peacock

Sanemi chuckled and felt a sense of relief that for all his bravado and bullshit, Tengen was still concerned about their friend's worries. It was hard to remember that at times since he made being an asshole part of his personality. Tengen had his moments, but when the going got rough, he would always be there for them.

Tipping the barkeep and putting away his phone, Sanemi joined you and Tengen at your table, leaving Kyōjurō, the last member, to join when he felt ready.  The gruff man felt the other was planning on being the DD the whole time, which is why he had only taken sips off their glasses. Another instance of him appearing to be an inconsiderate jerk but really being a thoughtful and caring friend. Sanemi was looking forward to seeing how the night would proceed. Insecurities aside, he was still wound up from his earlier conversation with you and couldn't wait to take you up on your challenge. He had plans for that smart mouth of yours. He was pretty sure it had just written a check your ass couldn't cash and, quite literally, was not going to be able to handle. Kyōjurō downs the rest of his drink and takes a corner of the edible he had in his pocket that he was saving for later. He often used them to focus on writing out or studying blueprints, resulting in magnificent results, and to dispel his anxiety when it arose. You catch him in the act and pat Tengen's arm, signaling him to let go, then saunter over to Kyōjurō, smiling kindly. You'd realized that throughout the group dynamic, he was the youngest and kinder individual.

He was forward but respected women. You also knew the tell-tale signs of anxiety yourself when you saw it. "Kyō? You okay?" His cheeks dust pink as he looks down at you, slightly embarrassed, thinking you'd think less of him now that he was caught. Tengen had a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched. You notice the look and scowl, then turn back to Kyōjurō, "Don't be shy, Kyō. I really do like you all. It's not just some power stance; I just can't choose. So be you! I'll like you either way! If it makes you feel better, I'm only 21!" Kyōjurō exhales in relief, "I'm 21 too. Sanemi is 23, then you got the big guy at 24. It should've been mentioned earlier! That coulda been really bad!" You and Kyō share a laugh, "See? I love dark humor. Do you think I could have a piece too?" You asked sweetly, gesturing at the edible he held. You were riddled with worry and anxiety about the events that were going to take place. "Here... Say 'ahh,'" Kyōjurō says, prompting you to open your mouth. He puts the edible to your lips, and you take a slow, sexual bite. He smiles as he looks down at you chipperly. His sultry voice didn't match his face as he smiled and said, "Good girl..." You blush immediately. You knew he probably didn't mean harm but... shit~

Sanemi smiles at his younger friends' newfound comfort around you. It was a good sign that you were checking in on him. Sex was a selfish act in and of itself, but the fact that you cared enough to ensure the youngest member of their trio was okay made him happy. And made you all that much sexier in his eyes. Looking over at Tengen, he saw agreement in the other man's eyes. It's one thing for them to rib Kyō; it's another for someone from outside their group to do so. The pair watched the two of you take your edibles and ease your anxieties for a bit. Tengen cleared his throat loudly and jingled the keys standing up with Sanemi, saying it was time to go.

The blush deepened across your bistre-colored skin. At this point, your whole body was just a rosy brown. You stood up, took one of Kyōjurō's hands, and coaxed him out of his chair. The two of you walked over to the others weaving your hand onto his forearm. Tengen was cheesing while Sanemi's face was slightly unreadable. The hunger in his fuchsia eyes was the only indication you had that he was anything other than neutral. That was unmistakable. You felt Tengen grab your other hand and wrap it similarly around Sanemi's arm, then wrap his big arms around all three of you. "Tonight, is gonna be fun!" He gloats. He was looking forward to stuffing you while watching you choke on one of them and getting reamed by the other. The three of them will make you eat your words thoroughly and pleasurably.

As you sat in the back of Tengen's 2021 Jeep Wagoneer with Kyōjurō, you started to loosen up a bit. The edible had finally started to kick in when you were a few minutes away from the house. You were absolutely ravenous with lust, and Kyōjurō knew it. The once forward, smiling, and enthusiastic man was sitting silently, looking out the window, making subtle moves trying to set you off. He was slowly rubbing the inside of your thigh. It felt so good. You could swear you felt the print of his fingers touching every cell of your skin as you whimpered silently. You hear a calm voice slip past his lips, "Almost there, sweetie." You nod. His sudden understanding aroused you as Sanemi and Tengen sit in the front seat, confused at his sudden mumble, unaware of what was happening. When you arrive at the house, Kyōjurō decides to be a gentleman and open your door. He kept his eyes ahead; they were half-lidded, and his signature smile wiped from his face as he fiddled with his phone. As you all walked up to his front door, he seriously turned around and glared at the two men, who seemed familiar with this side of Kyōjurō and didn't tease him. "Once we get in here, do not touch anything, please. That means you too, little lady. I have serious OCD, so please take your shoes off at the door."

You smile and nod awkwardly. That edible was strong. You were very self-aware, but everything just felt SO good. Even the night air had the potential to get you off. The group takes off their shoes, and Kyōjurō shows You and Sanemi around as you compliment his house and do your best not to touch anything. Tengen makes himself at home since he'd been to his house numerous times and even designed the interior for him. Kyō showed you to his room and then looked at Tengen. His voice mellow, "If you break my fucking bed, I'll break your arm." The flame head said to Tengen, who then chortles; he loved "high Kyō." His asshole demeanor was almost on par with his own when his friend got like that. You stop at the door and look in the room. Tengen undressed gracefully as if no one was watching, Sanemi undid the buttons on his shirt slowly as he looked at you, and Kyōjurō took his shirt off as well. They were all beautifully built, husky men, but Tengen took the cake. The man was an Adonis. You stand at the door contemplating your life decisions, remembering the spectacle you put on at the bar, trembling and regretting it with the more skin you saw. Soon they were all in their boxers. Tengen looks at you and says, "Are you ready to eat your words?"

You grow flustered and roll your eyes, "I will admit, seeing all of you like this is intimidating. I think I'll be okay, though." You squeaked sheepishly. Tengen chortles, "Yeah. We'll see about that." Sanemi smiles sadistically, "I'm actually with Tengen on this one. You won't last an hour." Kyōjurō grabs your hand and pulls you into the room, "We won't be ready until you are." You look around; all of them were waiting for you to strip. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you undo the rest of the buttons at the top of your dress. Tengen never breaks his gaze, Sanemi looks over his nose, grinning, and Kyōjurō turns his head. You felt less nervous as you looked at Kyōjurō, then Tengen grabbed your attention, "No. Don't look at him. He's the sweetheart. Look at Sanemi and me."

You take a deep breath and look at Tengen ferociously, he's the one you wanted most, and he knew it. Your confidence wanes the longer he stares. "I need help with the back," you coo quietly. Sanemi comes over and stands behind you. "Any rules you want before we ruin you?" he whispers gruffly. Your heart dropped, but you decided since you started strong, you wanted the whole experience. "No," you whisper as Sanemi pulls your zipper down and takes your dress off your shoulders. He starts to kiss your neck; like you said before, the man knew his hot spots. Your legs tremble immediately when he gets to the space between your neck and jaw line and bites down.

You moan loudly, and he laughs, "Did I say an hour? I meant 10 minutes." Suddenly the neutral party turned animalistic with lust. You slowly pull your dress down around your ankles and cover your stomach. Your lace bra and boy shorts had every pair of eyes on you. Sanemi ogles your ass from behind and smiles, "Aren't you precious?" He asks as he grabs a handful, and you moan. Tengen butts in again, "Come on, 'Nemi, let the baby boy get some action!" He says playfully, "look at him over there. He was nice enough to let the lady undress 'privately' let's just give him first dibs like we did at the bar! Kyō 'll back off once he gets a boner," he teases. "And anyway, we're all in our underwear now. It's your turn to go first and undress." You blush red as Sanemi walks around in front to enjoy the show, and Kyōjurō side-eyes you this time. His edibles were in full effect, and he was starting to feel more impure. When you take your bra off, your breasts bounce in circles. The whole room makes an audible moan, and three bulges rise. You blush as your confidence increases, being able to make three men so horny.

You had Kyōjurō's full attention; his eyes were fixated on your panties. He could see a trail of your slick coming from your thighs, and Tengen turned red with happiness, "Would you look at that... Mmm." The fuchsia-eyed man cooed. Kyōjurō walks toward you slowly, his fiery eyes locked on you. You'd never felt such intimidation or anticipation. He was towering over you as he stood before you, looking down; the tip of his nose touched yours as his eyes paralyzed you. He gently grabbed your jaw, "Take them off." You smile, pleasantly terrified and aroused at his sudden change in attitude. "Take what off~" you taunt playfully. Kyōjurō scowls, "You know what I want. Now drop them. Right. Fucking. Now. I'm normally really nice, but you're pushing it, baby. Drop them. I won't ask again."

A sudden gush comes from your legs as you shiver, "Make me~" you whisper seductively. Tengen chuckles. He loved how much fun you had from causing mischief, like him. Sanemi's smile grows dark, "Mmmm, so she's a brat? Good find, Tengen. I'll have fun punishing our little princess here." He says playfully. Kyōjurō was much less vocal. Sliding his fingers into the front of your boy shorts and pulled them down as you watched him get on his knee to pull them around your ankles. You yelp as he stands up, grabs your wrist and then throws you on the bed.

You can hear Tengen and Sanemi instigating the encounter from the other side of the room. The two older men relish Kyōjurō's boldness as he spreads your legs and looks over your sopping wet entrance. You tremble and try to reason with the sweetheart, "Please. It's...R-Really sensitive. It's been a while." Kyōjurō didn't care; he put his index finger to your clit and swirled as you moaned loudly and warmth built into the pit of your stomach as your cunt dripped from a simple touch. "Fuck, she's a messy one, guys. You told me to make you, right? You might want to hold onto something." He says teasingly.

You flushed red as you looked over and saw the other two men smiling, palming their selves, "Get her warmed up for us, yeah?" Sanemi heckles. Kyōjurō sticks his tongue into your folds and flattens it before slowly licking upward, "Mmm, fuck!" You moan as he starts swirling his tongue around the hood of your clit; you pull on the sheets, lamenting loudly. It'd been a while since you'd properly been eaten out, and Kyōjurō was a fucking pro. He licked and sucked on your clit like ice cream melting in the sun. He flits his tongue back and forth as you shake violently and scream. Kyōjurō hums jubilantly as he takes two fingers and starts to stretch you out, quickly tickling that sweet spot of yours. "Fuck... FUCK!!" You moan as he presses his fingers deeper into your sweet spot and massages. "Give it to me, baby... you know you want to." He coaxed. He felt your walls clenching around his fingers and hummed, "Let's get that first one out for you."

WHO WAS THIS?! This was not the man you met at the bar! Your back arched violently as you creamed on his fingers, and he licked up every drop, slurping loudly as he moaned... Couldn't have you messing up his sheets. Kyōjurō lapped you up viciously as he rubbed his cock against the bed. He milked two more sweet releases out of you, giving Tengen, Sanemi, and himself enough time to dispel and recover from their first orgasm so they could go longer.

You.

Were.

Fucked.

After Kyōjurō got up from his knees and looked at you, you were a quaking fucked out mess. Ready for penetration just like he wanted. Then he turned back to his friends, "You guys ready?" He asked as he licked his lips, your cum dripping from his chin. The two men's mouths were wide open, then Tengen started to chuckle, "you said you like eating pussy, but damn Kyō! You didn't say you were starving." Kyōjurō blushed and rubbed the nape of his neck, "I couldn't... Stop. Sorry." You laid back, breathing heavily as you tried to recover. Kyōjurō moved away and let Sanemi take his place in-between your legs. "You got any lube?" He asked, looking at Kyō expectantly. His friend frowns and shakes his head no. "Pussy is self-lubricating," he shyly responds, eyes darting down to the floor. Tengen frowns, facepalms, and rolls off the bed, hastily putting on his pants before darting out the bedroom door.

Sanemi points back and forth between the bed and the door with a questioning look on his face, Kyōjurō shrugs, and you just lay there confused. The three of you heard the door open and close twice, and Tengen returned. In his hands are one regular-sized container of the lube and one THC-infused lube. "Both are water-based, so your sheets won't get stained. Much like the interior of the Jeep." Tengen chimes in happily. Tossing them both on the bed next to you while stripping, then falling back on the bed, kissing your neck, and getting your riled up. Kyōjurō looks over, confused and intrigued; what exactly did they need lube for? He wanted to ask out loud but opted not to since he was going to find out either way. Sanemi grabbed for the THC lube and chuckled darkly. "I already know you are 420 friendly, but just to be on the safe side, is this okay? and is this okay?" He said as he tapped at the bottle in his hand, then rubbed a finger over the tight ring of muscle nestled between your thick, sweet cheeks. You nodded yes, and spread yourself open to him, "Both are fine."  

"Ooooo. This will be fun." Tengen purrs into your ear as he bites your lobe before sitting up and leaning over you. Extremely close. He licks at your lips and begins nibbling. Asking you for entrance at the same time that the other person begins probing at your sphincter. You vaguely remembered it was Sanemi, but it was damn hard focusing on his prep work while you had Tengen's tongue dancing in your mouth. The scruffy man was happy his vain counterpart was providing a distraction. You had taken the first finger well, the second finger had you tensing up, but thanks to the "God of festivals," you were too busy enjoying his tongue, that was fucking your mouth, to keep clenched for long. Kyōjurō watched in amazement at how well the two worked together, then he connected the dots, "You've done this before?!" he queries as Sanemi chuckles. He slowly began working his fingers again after you released them from the vice grip your ring had him in. Tengen stops kissing and glances at Kyōjurō, "Duh." You whimpered at the loss of Tengen's lips. "Mmm, you like that, huh? I can always do better," He says as you both start kissing more intimately.  

Sanemi took a deep breath as he pulled his fingers out of you and generously applied more lube to them and to your sphincter. A bit excessive, but he wanted to be 100% sure you were prepped as much as possible. Thanks to the THC, you were relaxing much faster than expected. Then went back in one finger at a time. Stretching slowly until he could add in his third finger. Spreading and massaging at your hole, silently praying that you would be able to take him fully. He was a thick mother fucker, and he was well aware of it. Removing his fingers, he grabbed at the lube bottle one more time. Your kitten mewls making him harder. Pre-cum leaking from his slit. Kyōjurō tosses him a condom reading his mind.

Sanemi puts on the condom and hastily puts on a liberal amount of lube to himself, then looks at Tengen to ensure you are ready. Tengen chuckles deeply and points you over to look at Sanemi, who has the Cheshire Cat grin on his face. This man was about to devour your ass with his dick. He rubs his tip against you and tilts his head, asking silent permission. The poking alone felt sensitive enough to make you moan, "Go for it. I can take it." You respond cockily and lustily. Now it was Kyōjurō's turn to chuckle. Oh, you had done it now. He and Tengen knew of the mistake you had just made. You were looking at him like the cat that caught the canary.

Sanemi doesn't even respond to you. Instead, he makes you swallow those words as he slowly pushes past your muscled ring and enters you, sparks fly as you're penetrated, and you scream in pleasure. It's all one long, robust and exhausting stroke. He wasn't trying to break you or tear anything but enjoyed the sound of your squealing. Once he felt fully set to the hilt, he whistled and nodded. "You took me decently well. Looks like you didn't have to eat those words. But now you will." He pulls out and begins thrusting into you before you can say another smart-assed comment. Grabbing your hips for leverage, his pace is low and slow. An occasional roll of his hips has you moaning incoherently. Kyōjurō and Tengen are stroking themselves languidly in time with each slap of Sanemi's balls against your bum. You may have been the cat that caught the canary, but he was the coyote that caught the cat. You were not gonna get through this with your sanity intact.

It doesn't take long for the weed to start making you more sensitive. Sanemi didn't have the same effect since he hadn't ingested it. It was topical, so for him, it was a pleasant tingly sensation that shot through the nerves of your puckering ring. You were on cloud 9, and you were still climbing. Ohhh boy, were you climbing. The only noises were your pleasured moans, which strained with each stroke from Sanemi. He grunts as the two of you are bumping and grindin'.  

You were so lost in the sensations of him drilling into you that you cum again without warning. Clutching Sanemi tightly, you let out a guttural moan, which in turn causes him to let loose, then spills inside the condom, groaning in pleasure. One hand releases your hip and slaps you hard on the ass. You go to yelp and are smothered with a hot, furious kiss from the man. With your tongues intertwined, you continue to moan into his mouth as he comes down from his orgasm. Instead of the usual letdown, getting off seems to have only amped this man up. Luckily for you, he is soft when he pulls out, so you don't have to worry about him going in for seconds. That was until you remember there is still a third member of this group. You were already fucked out and couldn't even fight it. The THC lube wasn't helping with the edible you took either. You were over the moon, salivating and panting as Kyōjurō twisted one pert nipple and sucked on the other. It felt unreal. Tengen chuckled as he put his cock to your lips. "Ready, Honey Suckle? This is the fun part." Confidently you nodded, whimpering, "~More, please. More~" All eyes widened.

Sanemi kissed your clit, sucking on it lightly. Kyōjurō shoots a glare at him, "That's mine." Sanemi backs off and throws his hands up, "You got it, baby boy." The THC lube left you so sensitive; Kyōjurō quickly comes in and slurps up your sweet nectar, plunging his fingers into your cunt as you scream loudly, unable to take the continued stimulation, and reaching down to pull Kyojuro's hair. Tengen pins your hands to the bed and watches you writhe as Sanemi eases three of his fingers into your ring of muscle, keeping you stretched out for the night's main event. All the guttural screaming was making Tengen smile. "That's a beautiful musical score you're making, princess. I have something that might soothe you. Open your pretty little mouth." You look up at him, making direct eye contact. You fix your lips and whimper out, "Yes, daddy." This makes Kyō and Sanemi chuckle as they tend your holes. Tengen flushes with excitement, "Aren't you needy!?" He asks playfully. Kyōjurō chimes in, his sound muffled as he says, "She's a very good girl..."  

Sanemi's tickler on his tongue ring rubbed your sensitive hole. You cry in pleasure from the praise and stimulation as Kyōjurō takes his hand and stimulates your nipple while Sanemi does the other. You needed more; you needed to feel full. You desperately lick the tip of Tengen's throbbing cock, gladly sucking up his precum. He was patient, and you wanted to please him for it. "You ready?" You moan fervently as you slowly suck the tip, then back off. Tengen lets out a happy hum as he nods his head. You position yourself, "Fuck my throat, please, Tengen," You say as you open up and lean your head back. The white-haired man was shocked at how well you were taking the other two men, even though you'd already eaten and swallowed your own words from earlier. Your behavior was out of character; you felt like a Succubus and loved it. Tengen slowly inserted himself past your warm lips gently to not hurt you. Your jaw almost locked at his size as you suckled and moaned, salivating on him pleasurably as he started to pick up speed. You cum again when Sanemi takes his hand from your nipple and puts a finger into your second hole. You were stimulated to the hilt. Tengen kept a steady pace in your throat; your moan became shaky as you gagged. His pulsing tip rubs against softness in the back of your throat; a wet squelch can be heard as you gag. Each time you do, you leak wetness, and Kyojuro is quick to lap you up. Tengen's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he held his head back. "Fuck~ You take me so well," Tengen says as he shot thick, heavy amounts of cum in your throat.

He pulls out slowly and moans as you swallow it all. "Ohh~ You little minx," Tengen moans. What happens next almost startles Sanemi. You gush all over his face, nearly drowning him. He knew that was his cue to stop his ministrations. You wanted more. This was teasing at its finest for you. You wanted the real thing again. "Please. Please more!" You cry as Sanemi and Kyōjurō exhale in disbelief. Tengen puts his hands on their shoulders, "I think it's time for a break! You could use it, especially for what we have planned for you next. We need you very relaxed." He says sultrily. Kyōjurō nods, "I'll get her bath ready." He goes into the bathroom and gets his luxury Jacuzzi tub started. While you waited to be taken to your bath, Sanemi stepped out into Kyōjurō’s fenced backyard for air. Tengen lay down next to you and watched as you shook in what he could only assume was pure pleasure. "I want you. Please..." You begged as you rubbed Tengen's face. He turned pink due to your gentle touch, leaned in, and started kissing you deeply. "You like my lips?" He asks as he plunges his fingers into you, satiating you, and humming as you moan into his mouth. You loved the way his fingers felt in you; he was your first choice, after all. You put your mouth to his ear and ululate his name in pleasure. After you cum on his fingers, he picks you up, carries you to the bathroom, and places you in the tub then left. As you lay there, fucked out, you start to think that you'd made a grave mistake. You grab your phone from the arm of the tub and text your friends Kocho and Mitsuri, telling them about what happened at the bar:

Heyyyyy GURRLLSSS!

Helloo, My Sweet. Everything good?

Hi Lovely lady!!!

You won't believe where I am….

Where >.>

Tell Ussss <3<3_

I'm at this guy's house. I met him at the barrrr

Oh, which bar?

The one near that one club.

Ohhh, 7-Minute Lounge?

Yeeehhh... Well… He had frienddsss annddddd

You didn't…

I did… I very much did.

How many friends???

Ohh… 1…2…Maybe 3 guys total.

Oooooo they must be hot <3<3

Sweetie, why did you leave the bar with 3 men?! You down bad?

Not anymo~re. (\O_O)/)**

Are you okay?

I had a bit of an edible… and maybe some THC lube :3

…THC Lube? There's only 1 person I know in this area that buys that illegal shit. They don't sell THC lube here. So where the fuck?

Well, the guy had it in his car.

Ohhhhh NOOOO. WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE?!

Hold on... I took a pic of em when they came in….

Are you gonna send it??? Are you okay?

I think she's in a loving embrace right now...

Srry, I drifted off… Here ya go. 3rd guy ain't in it

OH MY FUCK—

Ohhhhh…. Kyooo-chann, noooo

Huh? Yal kno dem? What's wrong???

YOU NEED TO GO HOME

I can't believe big bro is there.

What tf ? Why?

WHO'S THE 3RD GUYYY?!!!

Does he have white hair? <3

SCARS?!

Shinobu calm dwn. Your blowing my high

YOU'RE HIG—WHERE ARE YOU?!

I cnt remember rite nw

Ohhh Ladyyy…

THE. THIRD. GUY.

Uhhhh Sannnn?

FUCKKKKK! DROP YOUR LOCATION!!!

OH! Sana-chan is there? You need to go home. Like now.

You guyysss… I'm having fun. They even ran me a bath :3

-Shinobu has left the group chat-

Bitch

She'll be back, she's just freaking out.

-Shinobu has rejoined the chat-

You need… to send me …. Your location YOU DUMB. ASS. BITCH

I don't like your tone :/

FUCKING… Fine. Get pummeled I don't care.

Pummled??

Yeah, Tengen and Sanemi have been known to rearrange organs. I should know ;3 You need to leave.

?????????

Just let her die.

There was this one time, this girl in my class decided to fuck themmm and she came back in a wheelchair. Something about a broken bed? IDR but yah. You should defff leave.

Oh~… I think it's too late #HighBlown

Your Location. PLEASE.

Hello????

You there sweetie?

PLEASE SEND YOUR LOCATION

Tengen walks in, "Feeling better?" he trills as you nod your head, get out of the tub, and set your phone on the bathroom counter. "Good, bring your ass here, then," Tengen says as he watches you get out of the tub. He wraps his arms around you, kissing you passionately before you leave the bathroom. He notices your phone blowing up on the counter. He turns back to you, smacks your ass, and tells you to not wait up for him while he uses the bathroom. He takes your phone and texts the girls back,

Soorryyyy She's Busy (^3^) Try again in 3 days.

TENGEN. I KNOW ITS YOU, YOU'RE THE ONLY PERSON THAT USES THAT DUMBASS FACE!

Idk what you mean (-- 3 --)

WHERE ARE YOU

Hi Tengen!

Hey Mitsuri! <3

TENGEENNNUUUHHHHHH

Koooochooooouuaaaaaaaahhhh

When Am I Gonna Get An Invite To Guy's Night? <3

MITSURI SHUT UP.

Look, she's fine. We're not gonna hurt her, so calm your tits

DID SHE GIVE YOU PERMISSION????!

We're not animals. Your friend isn't as wholesome as you think... Yes, we have full consent.

NO, YOU ARE AN ANIMAL THOUUGHHHH

Hmmm, Idk I think I really like her.

????????????????

I like her, really!

What ABOUT ME?!

Ugh Mitsuri -_- Shut up.

-Mitsu has left the chat-

((^_^) Byeeee, I'm gonna go play with my new girlfriend.

At. LEAST tell me where you AREEE.

Sure, we’re…...no.

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[atlasofthestaars]

you know the drill, it's been a while since chapter 14 so here's a small snippet of chapter 15! Should hopefully be out tonight/tomorrow <3 ty for the wait!

As usual if you want to skip the teaser, don't click!

“While he is persistent as any other who attempts to court me, he is far less brutish.” Kitana reassured you, making you feel a bit better about his flirting, “And, if anything else, he is amusing enough to listen to.” You let out another chuckle at the image of Johnny thinking he was wooing princess Kitana when in reality she thought him closer to a court jester.

“Don’t let him know that.” You informed her, making her quirk up an eyebrow. “He’s an…entertainer in Earthrealm. His ego would swell with pride at the idea that he at least amuses you.” You couldn’t tell if it was the trick of the light or not, but you swore you saw her roll her eyes at the premise of Johnny Cage’s ego swelling even more.

“I’ll keep that information in mind.” Kitana replied, a light tone to her voice. With that, the both of you arrived at the entrance to the Great Hall. She turned to look at you fully, a small smile still gracing her lips. “Enjoy watching the match.” She said, and you granted her the same sentiment. She walked off, content with your response.

To your surprise, Raiden and Kung Lao were not around yet, leaving only the fire god waiting in the Great Hall. You looked around. For a moment, you considered the possibility that you had arrived earlier. You then were quick to doubt that idea due to your walk with princess Kitana. She seemed to be very diligent on routine, so you doubted that you both would have walked out early.

“Where is Raiden and Kung Lao?” You inquired, moreso thinking about the former than the latter. It wasn’t like you didn’t fret over Kung Lao, it was just that the lack of Raiden appearing was strange. While Kung Lao was typically early, it wasn’t as if he didn’t allow himself to take more time to himself. Raiden, on the other hand, was always early. Almost to a fault.

“I am not certain.” Liu Kang replied, his voice calm. You looked over to see him composed as ever. He caught your gaze, giving you a small smile in return. Subconsciously, you found yourself standing near him. You noted the warmth he radiated. It was familiar, the same aura he had back in your memories. “I would not fret over it, I am certain they will be here in due time.”

“I know.” You said, and yet you found yourself biting at a thumbnail. Your gaze was cast downwards as you contemplated over the whole ordeal. “It’s just…odd.” You admitted. “He usually would be here by now. By he, I mean Raiden. Kung Lao sometimes shows up simply on time.” 

“Indeed.” Liu Kang nodded. You could feel his gaze still on you. It did not sear you, rather it felt gentle. It was much like how it would feel if you were to hover your hand over a candle to feel its warmth. “However, he is also not the type to show up late if it is an important event. I would not worry over it, it will simply cause more stress.”

“You’re right.” You replied. You felt called out at the last statement, but you knew it was for the best. After all, you weren’t the best at keeping yourself from not being stressed. It was supposed to be a friendly reminder. You took in a breath, straightening out your back before lifting your head up. You shouldn’t be stressed. 

A silence settled over the two of you. This silence was different from the comforting one you were used to. It was tense, like a string being pulled far too taut. You supposed it was your fault, you and your busy mind. That, and you've been finding it harder and harder to try and separate the man you remembered the god in front of you.

“Have you been enjoying your stay in Outworld?” Liu Kang spoke. His voice was soft. It was like a droplet of water falling into a still pond. It was so deliberate, so delicate, how he broke the tension. You turned your gaze, and saw the smile he sent your way. It was bittersweet, the way he smiled. It was exactly the same way you remembered.

[yutafrita]

To Pierce the White Eye- ONE

Teaser/ Preview/ One / Two / Three / Four / Fin.

Pairing: Psychic!Jaemin x Reader (She/her)

special thanks @badwithten for beta reading 🫶

Synopsis: You don’t think you can ever get used to the double life you and your adopted family lead. By day, you and your brother Mark attend Knight’s Cross College, but at night, you trade in your textbooks and index cards for holy water and a wooden stake to attend the Knight’s Cross College’s night class. Your classmates? The Mythics - beings most humans believed were things of fiction. Meanwhile, Na Jaemin is one of the last psychics left in the world and has been tasked with one thing by his family- make sure the Na prophecy gets fulfilled. However, the future can change at any moment, and you’re about to learn just how fragile the mythic world really is.

Chapter Word Count: 8.6K

Your first memory sat like a stain on the back of your mind, only cropping up in your nightmares to haunt you and remind you of the fact that you were missing entire chunks of your life.

You were five years old, standing in the snow as the building you stood by was set ablaze by blue flames. You weren’t wearing a sweater, but with the heat of the flames you didn’t find yourself shivering from the cold- you were shivering with fear. Alone, with nothing of use coming to your mind, you stared at the fire consuming the building as you sobbed angrily.

Where am I? No- who am I?

Your heart pounded, and when you turned around, that was when the nightmare and your memory cut out.

You woke up in a cold sweat. It had been so long since your abandonment that cold day in the snow and your subsequent adoption.  You had hoped that one day your memories would return, but all you got was the agony of the memory of not knowing anything. The deep pit of fear slowly dissipated from your chest as you grounded yourself back in reality.

And that reality was you being late for your Biology exam.

You hadn’t slept well, and Jungwoo pointed it out as soon as he saw you. 

“I had a bad dream,” you explained, speed walking with him down the science hall to make it to your Bio lecture in time. 

“At least you slept at all, I had to pull an all nighter for this stupid exam,” he admitted as you begrudgingly filed into the full lecture hall.

“See- this is why you can’t leave studying until the last minute.”

“You’ve known me since the fourth grade, when have I ever not left anything to the last minute?” 

“Fair. Kun and I really are the planners of the group,” you sighed, taking your seat.

“Oh, when you see your brother later by the way-,” Jungwoo got caught off by the professor silencing the hall, and your exam began shortly thereafter. You had taken up the entire class time for your exam, and even Jungwoo left before you did. While you knew most of the answers, your brain was still admittedly fried from waking up only a few hours ago. By the time you finally turned in your exam, it was 5 ‘till 7:30, and you were now late to meet Mark.

“I can’t wait to tell Dad,” he poked, ruffling your hair as you finally met him at your designated pre-night-class spot.

“It’s the first time in like fifteen years that I’m ever late. Plus, I was in an exam!” you countered. Mark was your adoptive older brother, and the occasional thorn in your side.

“Jungwoo was in the exam too and left in a timely manner,” he mocked, crossing his arms smugly.

“Ugh, whatever! Let’s just make sure the day students are out and get to class,” you then started off on your normal path. Mark launched himself up from the bench in the front entrance of Knight’s Cross College, and you began the trek through the math and science wing of the building. 

“Whoever’s idea it was to build a college composed of three wings deserves a slap in the face,” Mark noted. The college’s primary building was divided into three total wings: the left hall designated to all things falling in or around Sociology, English, and the arts. The middle wing, the shortest of the grouping, primarily housed all the hospitality and business classes. The hall you and Mark walked down now was the one you had just finished an exam in: Math, science, and pre-health.

“Guess you should slap great-great-great grandpa then, Dad would be happy to help,” you joked, shoving your brother’s arm.

“Yeah, maybe then we wouldn’t have to deal with all this,” Mark then opened the door to a lecture hall to see a couple in the corner making out rather ravenously. You groaned, taking the lead as you shouted towards the couple.

“Past 7:30 PM no Day students are to be in the main building. Can you provide proof of night student status?” You bellowed as the couple jumped away from each other. Both of the girls looked away bashfully, shaking their heads in response.

“Then please follow my fellow warden as he guides you out of the building and out of the main building's gates,” you instructed, mentally going off the script given to you by your father. The girls quickly grabbed their bags and followed Mark into the hallway as he awkwardly started the trek towards the front double doors with them.

You scanned the restrooms and the last of the science hall as you started heading down now, hoping to meet Mark in the hospitality wing. As one of the two wardens, yours and Mark’s job had a clear goal - keep the day students away from the night students as much as possible unless supervised. This entailed making sure that while the large gates for the main building that housed a majority of classes were closed, you and Mark had to make sure no curious college students snuck in and saw what most other humans should not.

Knight’s Cross College was relatively close enough to your high school that you recognized a lot of your peers, and were lucky enough to also go to the same college as your two other best friends- Jungwoo and Kun. While Kun was older than you all and was working his masters at the College, you, Jungwoo and Mark were all in the same grade together.

You reached the main threshold of the building when you saw Mark again, who shut the door behind himself.

“Were they mad?”

“They seemed embarrassed more than anything. Thankfully I didn’t get any of the ‘why’ questions,” he replied, and he matched your footing as you started checking each of the classrooms again quickly. It was nearing 9:15PM, the time when the night students would begin to enter- and 15 minutes before Mark and you had one of your two designated night classes.

“What’s your go-to answer for the why questions?” he breathed out as you rushed through your room checks.

“‘The night students tend to be people of a certain status who need privacy for legal reasons,’” you recited. 

“That ones good, I just say that I legally can’t say and any answers for it are in the student handbook,” Mark laughed. You continued the rest of your checks in silence, huffing a bit as you finally reached the room that housed your night class. You glanced at the night students slowly entering and looked away, not wanting to feel more like an intruder than you normally did. 

“I’ll see you inside, sis,” Mark patted your shoulder and stepped into the classroom, leaving you outside and leaning against the wall.  Your heart was racing, and you were trying really, really hard to get it to stop. You knew the chance was low, but there was still the small chance every night as you entered the night class that someone would rip out your throat, and your heart racing would not help your chances. After a moment of catching your breath and stilling your heart you got up from the wall and started inside the classroom, being greeted by the usual rounds of cold shoulders, not a single person turning to look at you. More than likely they could sense who it was anyways. Beyond you already knowing that they could smell the human on you, physically you stood out like a sore thumb. Some in the night class had their wings exposed if they were a faerie, the shifters had certain parts of their animal forms shown so they can let everyone know their status, and even the vampires just looked magical.

They were all magical, really, but they preferred to be called mythics.

The night students, while acknowledging that you did offer some help in terms of keeping their identities secret, never hid the fact that they found yours and Mark’s presence annoying at best. Part of your jobs as wardens was to attend at least one night class per evening.

“You’re later than usual,” your deskmate and close friend, Ten, acknowledged, his small fangs poking out as he whispered. Ten’s mother was not only on the mythic council, but a friend of your father’s, leading him to be one of the few in the night class to speak to you- it also helped that he’s known you since your adoption.

“Mark had to escort some people out,” you admitted, taking out your notebook as you spoke.

“We heard,” your other deskmate- Chaein- interjected, her pointed ears twitching. Chaein was one of the few elves left in the world, one of only three in the night class, and was one of the only other people that would speak to you since you both gravitated towards the back of the classroom.

“It pays to have ears like yours, huh,” Ten replied, holding back his giggles.

“You wish you had my hearing range, you goddamn bloodsucker,” Chaein scoffed. 

“You’re not letting him off the hook for not giving you the homework answers huh,” you sighed, not even looking up at either of them. 

“Not at all,” Chaein admitted, leaning back in her chair as the professor began his lecture. During the day, you had your classes pertaining to your major that you shared with some of your closest friends. At night, you had one of the night classes required of the Wardens to take- History of mythics: 1800’s to modern day as well as Modern Mythic Religion.

The mythics were everything your human peers were meant to believe were beings of pure fiction. Your father’s family was one of the only lines of humans who not only knew the truth of the mythic world, but worked closely with them, mainly in an attempt to unite the two worlds together… eventually. So in that attempt, at Knight’s Cross College, the main building from 7:30AM to 7:30PM had its gates open and the day students took their courses, and between 7:30PM to 7:30 AM is when the night students would enter. The rest of the school grounds were open at all times and ungated, although the night dorms were separated and required additional access. It was an attempt in some way, even if the night students for the most part hid away and didn’t show their true forms when out and about.

It was about a month into the semester (your second year at the university), so you were already in the later 1800s portion of the class. Your professor- a shapeshifter- had put on an exceptionally boring lecture today. For the most part, you and Ten just passed notes, sometimes looking up and actually writing down what the professor had to say.

“... and now in 1898 is when we see the Vatican attempt to establish proper, healthy relations with the oligarchy of mythics,” the Professor droned, his cat ears twitching. He glanced down at his watch, and squinted. Class ended, and after Chaein said bye to you, everyone seemed to hustle out except for you, Mark, and Ten.

“How are you guys feeling about that test next week?” Mark asked you guys as he walked over from his usual spot in the front of the class.

“There’s a test next week?”

“Yeah, he reminded us at the end of class, Ten,” you reminded, heading down from the steps and towards the exit.

“Huh, well there’s that. I’ll see you guys later- if I’m late to mastering incantations again the professor will shove a cross down my throat,” Ten waved as he quickly fled the hall, barely leaving the door open for you and Mark to follow.

“It’s your night for patrols?” Mark asked, trying to remember your schedules.

“Unfortunately.”

“Dope, I’m gonna do a bit of studying in one of the empty halls before I go back to my dorm.”

“Okay, see you later,” you waved him goodbye as he headed further down the wing. You made your way over to the Office of the President in the business hall, the key to it in your hand. After making the trek, you opened the door and lit up the office, greeted by the old family portrait he had up on the wall next to the switch and a bookcase. Your Dad, smiling brightly with a few less forehead creases, Mark, who was about twelve in the photo, and you in your pigtails hugging your brother.

Your Dad’s office served as the sort of headquarters for whoever was in charge of monitoring the gates that night. You tossed your backpack in its usual corner and opened the top shelf by his window, grabbing your warden fanny pack which held your foldable bo staff, holy water, and a silver cross. Technically, your father wanted you to have your supplies on you at all times, but with your exam that day you had forgotten to put it in your normal school backpack. None of your fellow night students had attempted anything, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.

You had started the first hour of your walk of the gate that surrounded the large main building, taking note of the fellow day students who visibly avoided you and the area. By your fourth and thankfully final hour (since at that point most of the night students were done with class), you perched yourself on the bench in the meager courtyard inside the main building's gated entrance, eating an apple you had stolen from your Dad’s office.

You checked your watch again- five past the end of your shift. You tossed the apple core in the trash and headed back into the building. It was a peaceful night, which was definitely a relief after the stress of your exam earlier. After locking the door of the office behind you, you were in the process of shoving your keys into your backpack when you heard a loud thud on the marble floor of the main entrance. Without thinking, you ran over to the person who fell, helping gather their items and trying to help them up despite whoever it was probably being much stronger than you were- albeit a little clumsy.

“Are you okay?” you asked, not looking up as you organized the items that had fallen from their hands- two notebooks, and an overly used copy of Frankenstein, sticky notes poking out between the pages. You glanced up, and saw him turning his head away and looking around at the vacant building. “No one else saw you fall.”

“Well,” he now turned to face you, “it’s still embarrassing that you saw it.” He was one of the most beautiful beings you had ever seen, and he was smiling at you as he laughed at himself. His fangs were visibly much different than Ten’s were- significantly larger and gleaming in the lights of the hall. 

“No… no the marble is a bit slippery,” you sputtered out once you realized you were staring. Of course he was a vampire- they were known for being inhumanly beautiful, and whoever this was, he was definitely that. “Oh, here,” you gestured to his stuff in your hands.

“Oh, thanks! Did you finish your shift?” he asked as he took his dropped items back.

“My shift?” your brain was still stunned by his appearance, not really understanding anything.

“Watching the grounds… that is why you’re here right?” he scratched the back of his neck, exposing the Night student ID that hung off his jacket. Nakamoto Yuta. You blinked quickly, trying to process what he said.

“Oh, yeah! Yep I’m just heading back to my dorm.”

“I’ll walk you back, so long as you promise not to tell anyone I ate the 150 year old marble floor,” he smirked at you, now stepping beside you. You could only muster out a small sure.

“How were your classes?” you asked. You couldn’t remember ever speaking with him before. Although, you were sure you would remember any interaction with another vampire like Ten.

“Hm nothing crazy, although Ten did get in late to incantation class, so it was funny to see the professor yell at him for a bit,” Yuta laughed. 

“You’re friends with Ten?” you asked, glad that you had some sort of mutual connection.

“Hm, you could say that. How are your day classes?” 

“How do you know I’m taking day classes?”

“Lucky guess, since I heard Mark was taking some,” he admitted.

“They’re okay, only so much fun you can have in a Biology class,” you joked, feeling more comfortable as you spoke with him.

“Biology, huh? Any literature classes?” 

“Hopefully! Next semester the goal is to take world literature.”

“I’m taking a human literature course now. It’s… something,” he chuckled to himself, his fangs still shining even in the moonlight.

“Are you a big reader?”

“I would say so, although I am trying to draw more. I haven’t been able to in a while.”

“Whenever I try to draw, it looks horrendous,” you admitted, thinking back to the terrible doodles you would make in class for your Dad and how he’d gush over them nonetheless.

“Hm, I think I’m better than the average person.”

The campus at this time of night was mainly lit by the dim street lamps that lead to the student dorms and the moonlight. There were a couple of students out by the quad, but none that paid the two of you any mind as you neared your building.

“What are your plans for the rest of the night, Yuta?” 

“Eh, well around this time is when everyone is awake so it’ll be a mix of studying and making sure no one kills each other,” he chuckled.

“Are there a lot of butting heads in the night dorm?” While you and Mark did checks of the outside of the night dorm, neither of you had ever been inside of it.

“Depends on everyone’s hunger levels- the shape shifters are the worst when they’re hungry,” he muttered in the last part, despite no one being close enough to really hear you two.

“Don’t shifters eat normal food?”

“Yeah, but you try finding a good place to eat at 2AM here.”

“I’ll make it my mission,” you half-joked. You looked up at your dorm building, surprised by how quickly you two had arrived. “Well, this is my stop.”

“All right, well, I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N,” he waved goodbye as you started into the building, the smile you had not leaving until you made it up the stairs and to your floor. 

Jaemin had stayed back in the classroom for his last class that night. He pretended to just take forever packing his notebook, but Hendery knew the true reason. The shifter didn’t bother asking Jaemin, and kept his gaze fixed on the door, watching as Yuta left quietly behind the large rush of the lecture hall.

“So now the crown prince meets the President’s daughter,” Hendery hummed, smiling as he watched you rush forward past the small classroom window.

“All seems to be going well,” Jaemin nodded. Jaemin was a psychic, and this vision of you meeting Yuta was one of many he had replayed over and over again- but these past few weeks, it had grown more clear and distinct to when he was basically able to tell the exact date  of the meeting. “This is good.”

“Hmm hopefully it doesn’t rain tomorrow,” Hendery was being facetious, and Jaemin frowned. Jaemin was one of the royals of the mythic world but since he was nowhere near next in line, Hendery knew he could get away with poking his friends' buttons. 

That night after you got back to your dorm, you were eating a pudding cup as Ten climbed in from your unlocked window. You stared at him in full disinterest as he paced your studio in a panic.

“Do you even understand how the government works for the mythics?” Ten pressed.  You crushed your pudding cup, silently trying to rack your brain as you recalled back to lessons with your father and Mark that centered around mythics. 

“I know it functions in a sort of… rotational manner?” It was embarrassing to admit you knew next to nothing about how mythics typically functioned in that matter- your lessons with your father really focused on protecting yourself and other basics of each species. Ten sighed, sitting on your bed.

“So, there are these eight families- to be honest you’ve probably met most of their heads. It’s the reason my Mom and your Dad have met so much that you and I became friends,” he shoved your arm playfully at this. “Each family represents some sort of major mythic species- two representing vampires, one for the elves- you get the picture.”

“Okay I know that. What does this have to do with me?” you were still trying to piece together Ten’s jumpy mood with his mention of the mythic government system.

“How do I say this… all of these young, rich, mythics that go here gossip. Especially when half of them have connections to royal lineage, like moi-,” he gestured to himself, “- and especially when the soon to be king of the mythics is amongst their classmates.” He let the last sentence hang, hoping you would catch his drift. You moved next to the vampire then, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Huh?”

“Yuta’s family is next in line, and he’s designated as the next King, making him the heir to the throne… dummy,” he flicked your head then.

“Ow! And, shit okay. How could people even smell me on him? I barely touched him.”

“You touched him?”

“I was helping him up, he tripped and fell.”

“Dude… well, hopefully nobody figures out that it’s you. God forbid… whatever. Just, be careful, okay?” he kicked his legs off the bed then, starting back for the window.

“Is it really that big of a deal if I speak with him? I mean, you and I have been friends for years. Plus, Mark has spoken to almost everyone in the night class!” Ten sighed, opening the window and leaning over the sill, before finally turning back to you.

“You’re a human girl who spoke to the crown prince comfortably enough that you helped him up after he tripped. He didn’t shoo you away, and you didn’t run away. That was your mistake.”

*****

Much to Jaemin’s dismay, it did rain the next day. He went through his observations of you again, one eye going white as he ran through his visions.

“They’re all blurry,” Jaemin grumbled, picking at his cereal. He was too tired to cook something hearty, and Hendery was more known for eating rather than his cooking. It didn’t help that the night dorm was a complete mess from the evening prior. The night dorms were situated in the far outskirts of Knights Cross College campus, nestled on its own cobblestone pathway surrounded on three sides by a forest. Since the night class was rather rowdy after their coursework in the evening, this was a good location as it wouldn’t awaken the mortals attending Knights Cross who didn’t know of the mythics existence.

Without a word, Jaemin stood up from the small mess hall. He maneuvered back into his shared bedroom with the shifter, passing different groupings of his fellow peers as he did so. As per usual, people either ignored him outright, or sent him a small polite nod. More often than not, Jaemin didn’t try to really make friends. He was far too busy fixated on the weight his family had placed on his shoulders. It was a burden only he could bear, and making unnecessary friends would not help. 

He was so excited to be your friend. Everytime he would check on your paths, you two were always good friends. While he wasn’t in love with how the prophecy was meant to end, he would be lying if he even thought about the prospect of just being your friend didn’t make him want to smile. So, him struggling to see your future path… it was worrisome.

Jaemin made sure to listen to any conversations he could as he moved through the night dorm, and they were all the same as the mess was last night: what human would dare touch the next king of the mythics?

The shifters, other vampires, and faeries were able to smell that someone helped Yuta yesterday after he tripped and fell. The marble was particularly slippery that evening, and Yuta isn’t the most graceful Vampire in the world. No one dared to ask Yuta directly, but boy did they press Johnny and Ten in an attempt to get them to spill any details they may know since they were one of the only mythics to actively interact with humans. The mythics hadn’t pieced together yet that it was you who helped Yuta, but that was the least of Jaemin’s worries now.

He snatched up the first windbreaker he could find in his closet and dashed downstairs, slipping through the front door and into the gated patio. 

He frowned, looking up and letting the rain soak his face as he glared up at the sky. In all of his visions of your second encounter with the prince, this day was supposed to be clear and beautiful. Jaemin tried to force another vision of you, but… nothing happened. He groaned, moving through the patio and climbing onto the stone fence, getting soaked as he glared mindlessly at the forest.

Then, he heard it. The small squelching of boots along the mulch path that encircled the dorm's outer gates. He turned around, seeing that he was the only mythic out on the gates. Yuta was-

“Hey,” your voice cracked through Jaemin’s spiraling thoughts. He looked down, seeing your puzzled expression. You wore your bo staff (Jaemin knows you’ve been training with that since you could walk)on your hip, your small black umbrella helping keep you dry. “Do you not get sick?”

Jaemin blinked, “what?”

“It’s just… why are you sitting out here in the rain?” you asked, your eyebrows frowning in concern. 

You usually never spoke to the mythics, mainly because all but a few outright ignored you, but as you stared up at Jaemin you couldn’t help but feel concerned.

“I… I can get sick,” Jaemin answered. He was surprised you could even hear him- the rain felt like tiny bullets, all ricocheting loudly against every surface it encountered. Jaemin usually can handle conversations by using his abilities to see what the other person would say, but as he tried to force his visions, nothing was working. Why weren’t they working?

In his internal panic, he didn’t notice you tie a hoodie over your head. You stretched your arm out to him, waiting patiently for him to take the umbrella.

“Yes but… this is wrong. This is wrong,” he muttered to himself.

You tilted your head, “it’s just an umbrella, I have another in my dorm.” This was a half truth- you used to have another one, but Mark borrowed it and never returned it. You watched as Jaemin’s hands trembled, his fingers brushing against yours as he took your umbrella. 

“Thanks,” he whispered.

“No problem…” you let your voice hang, staring at the man on the fence expectantly. 

“Jaemin. Na Jaemin.”

After a moment, you quietly stepped past the young man, not turning back as you continued to complete the checks around the night dorms. Before happening upon Jaemin, your mind was swirling with warnings from your best friend- but now, your mind was blank.

Jaemin was… strange to say the least. The strangest part, you had to admit, was how… beautiful he was. All of the mythics carried an ethereal beauty to them, but Jaemin… Something struck you about him that you couldn't quite place. He was so beautiful in fact that when you finally returned to your dorm, it was him you thought about right before going to bed.

***

“You smell like a human,” Hendery noted this as soon as Jaemin returned to the dorm. Jaemin had showered as soon as he returned to the dorm- both to wash off the rain water, but also to conceal any traces of you. He shot a look of irritation to the shifter, earning a small chuckle. “How come you were outside for so long? It’s raining elves and faeries out there.”

“You’re asking a lot of questions,” Jaemin sighed, leaning back in his seat. Psychics were one of the few mythics enrolled at Knight’s Cross that did actually need to sleep, but Jaemin was not eager to do so. Instead, he sat in the large kitchen space with Hendery, silently trying to review his mental footage of the encounter with you.

He had seen it all so clearly days ago- you encountered the vampire prince on the other side of the wall, and shared a small conversation. The skies were clear. It was perfect. It had been working so perfectly up to that point-.

“I’m sure whatever it is, it’ll fall into place,” Hendery cut off Jaemin’s thought process, earning him another glare. 

“It went terrible. Her path is fucked now,” Jaemin could feel his ancestors writhing in their graves. “I can’t even conjure anything now.”

Psychic powers tended to start as soon as they could get a grip on language. He had been able to conjure specific visions of different people’s paths since he could walk, and yours was a path he had been watching for some time now.

“Who’s fucked?” The addition of a third voice made the pair's heads snap up, looking at the vampiric intruder. Ten was casually drinking fake blood from a Capri Sun pouch, looking at the shifter and psychic with intense curiosity before he set the empty bag down. Ten’s nose twitched and he fixed his gaze on Jaemin.

Human relationships in any shape was considered taboo for years in most mythic circles until a couple of hundred years ago. Humans rarely reacted well to mythics, and tended to equate their existence to that of a mosquito: a nuisance with a short lifespan. While most other classes of mythics were willing to interact with humans, the aristocrats like the ones that attended Knight’s Cross College were typically discouraged from much human interaction.

Well, most were discouraged. Ten and Johnny’s families were close with your own, hence why you grew up alongside the faerie and vampire. A majority of the aristocrats were like Jaemin’s parents: generally neutral and somewhat in favor of working towards a united world with mythics and humans. However, there were families that actively sneered at the idea- Yuta’s family being the ringleaders behind the active opposition. Jaemin has known that Yuta’s mother has had the young prince’s life planned out fully- and being in a relationship with someone that was a human was not at all there.

“Nothing that concerns you,” Jaemin was brisk, not even flinching as he felt his eyesight blow out from his left eye and immediately begin sinking into different visions and paths that Ten was about to take. One, the most grainy, was Ten simply shrugging and walking off. The second, which was the most clear, was what actually occurred- Ten leaning forward and taking a small whiff of Jaemin’s shoulder, much to his chagrin.

Ten stood up tall, his eyes wide as he whispered, “has anyone else noticed?”

“Just me,” Hendery whistled as Jaemin’s eye sight fully returned. 

“Great,” Ten grumbled, pulling up a seat in between the two. “So how is she fucked?”

Jaemin stared at Ten, his left eye blowing out again as he forced himself to have other visions with the vampire. Grainy images of him frantically texting someone, going into the city with another person, and encountering a shrouded, dark figure- Jaemin couldn’t decipher it. It was all blurry. He couldn’t even see you in other people’s futures. 

“You’re going into the city soon?” Jaemin asked, hoping this would clear the vision still playing and ruining his depth perception.

Ten tilted his head, taking out any remaining liquid from the capri sun, “I was thinking of going thrifting. Why? You use your powers just to watch me go shopping?”

“You use your powers just to rock climb?” teased Hendery, earning an arm punch from Ten before the two began wrestling in the kitchen. Jaemin sighed, rolling his eyes at the stupid rivalry between vampires and shifters, ignoring Ten’s cries for help as Hendery quickly pinned the vampire's arms behind his back.

You woke up in your dorm on the other side of campus mid afternoon. Being a warden afforded you a weird class schedule, so you didn’t wake up until around four in the afternoon. Brushing your teeth, you got a call from Ten and rolled your eyes.

The night prior, the only mythic you were close with had bursted into your dorm in a fury. Apparently, you caused a stir in the night dorm.

“Yes?” your voice was slurred, mouth filled with foamed toothpaste.

“Why is there a second mythic that not only has your smell but now has your umbrella?” Ten’s voice was in a high pitched whisper, as if he was hiding somewhere to call you.

“You said it was bad for me to be speaking to the heir to the mythic world- there is no way Jaemin is also an heir,” you didn’t really care about anyone’s status, but you couldn’t help but snipe at the vampire.

You rolled your eyes as you heard the vampire groan in frustration. “Yuta is off limits yeah, but Jaemin? He… he gave you the time of day. That’s just plain weird.”

At this you burst out laughing, spitting out the toothpaste into the sink. “What can I say? I’m a catch.”

“That’s why you’ve been single for years.”

“Fuck you, Ten.”

“See you in class, love ya!”

The rain had stopped once you started out towards the main building of the school. During the day, the main building which housed most of the lecture halls and offices had its gates open and free to be entered by all students. It was at night that the gate was closed in order to protect the secret of the night class. It helped that the library and mess hall were a good distance from the main building, but you and your adoptive brother had managed to catch several of your peers trying to sneak in after hours.

You had your two ‘normal’ classes with two best friends- one who was a Teacher’s Assistant, and another as a classmate. You waved goodbye to the latter friend, and Jungwoo said goodbye, reminding you that you promised you would help him with the homework later in the week.

You had started towards your Father’s office at the center of the now emptying building when a door opened, shocking you as it nearly hit you in order to block your path. Your hand had instinctually moved to your hip to grab your bo staff only to grasp at air. Shit, you left it in your Dad’s office along with all your other equipment. 

“I need to talk to you,” Jaemin’s voice was low, his brows furrowed. His face looked completely frazzled, sending a cocktail of concern and curiosity down your spine.

“It was just an umbrella,” was what you replied with before you tauntingly tilted your head, “what? Is that a marriage proposal to mythics?”

Jaemin’s ears went red and he looked behind the door to check if the coast was clear before looking back at you, “ you wish. Look, I just need five minutes.”

“I don’t know if you should brag about that,” you found yourself taunting, walking into the emptied classroom Jaemin had snuck into. 

The door shut, and you stared at the psychic whose whole face was now red in embarrassment. Jaemin was used to having the upper hand in every conversation- he always knew what the other person would say, tested out hundreds of responses, and knew exactly what to do. 

Now, with his future seeing abilities on the fritz, he felt vulnerable before you. And that terrified him.

“I can’t see your future anymore,” Jaemin’s voice came out so weak that you strained your hearing just to catch his words. “I… I’ve been watching your paths for so long but since yesterday-.”

“Why?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you want to see my future? Have you been watching it for a long time?” This was a question Jaemin had seen numerous times, but he was drawing blanks as to what was the best reply. 

His mouth went dry, and he paused before answering, “because I want to, and… yes.”

It was quiet, and you felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise. Jaemin wore a puzzled expression, seeming to be studying you as you tried to slowly move towards the door and away from the psychic. From your understanding, the smallest subset of mythics were psychics. According to your history of mythics course, a majority of psychics were systematically killed in the 1800s by the elves- which then led to what was known as the elvish war. The Na’s were one of the few psychic families left.

None of the few bits of information you knew dropped any logical reasoning behind him and the haunting dread his words made you feel.

“Well… that’s… something,” your hand slowly moved towards the door handle, and a look of surprise dawned on Jaemin.

“I’m- I’m not a stalker!” he panicked, reaching the door to stop you.

“That’s reassuring!” you forced a fake smile as you flung the door open, dashing down the hall with the psychic close on your heels. 

You were far more physically inclined than an average human, but despite this, Jaemin kept close behind you, trying to shout any reassurances your way.

“Stop! Please, I can explain!” his voice bounded off the empty hallway, your feet pounding against the marble as you booked it into the Office of the President, hands fumbling to grab the key from your pocket. Much to your dismay, you dropped the keys.

You were breathing heavily, back pressed against your father’s office that housed your weapons as you glared at the psychic and the keys that sat on the floor between the two of you. He was huffing, hands on his knees as he tried to gather his words. The space you were in was the secretary and staff space that the University’s team worked from, and you glanced to the right, where your Dad’s top secretary, Taeyeon, had her desk.

Taeyeon was a mind reader, and for once, you wish you had her abilities just so you could deduce whatever the fuck was going on in this guys mind.

“What the fuck do you want?” you hissed, keeping your hands pressed flat against the office door to stop yourself from shaking.

“I… you,” Jaemin was huffing intensely, still out of breath, “your future is extremely important, and I need to make sure it happens,” he settled on, standing up straight.

Your face contorted into a bewildered expression before you simply frowned, “is this… is that some weird… is that a fucking pick up line?”

Jaemin’s skin was still red from the previous exertion of energy, and this assumption of yours was enough to snipe his complexion entirely. He began rapidly shaking his head in denial before pausing. The hairs on the back of your neck rose, and judging by Jaemin’s terrified face, he felt it too. One of his eyes went white, and you used the moment to move forward quickly and snatch the keys back, fumbling with them to open the door.

“No, there’s a-!”

“Demon,” you finished, your throat dry as you stared at the dark figure rummaging around in your Dad’s office. Your Dad’s office was typically put together- albeit his desk usually was overflowing with paper- but this was… a disaster. The papers on his desk were thrown all over the place, one of his overfilled, alphabetized bookcases were knocked over onto the ground, and the family portrait of you, your father, and Mark had a huge slash down the center. 

The demon didn’t seem to notice you, its face buried in the trashcan next to your father’s desk. The cabinet that held the items necessary to banish the hell spawn was untouched but on the complete otherside of the room. You couldn’t call Mark- you were afraid of engaging with it before you were fully prepared.

“Hey!” Jaemin moved before you could stop him, and he quickly sprinted and toppled the demon. “Get your holy water!” he shouted, struggling to keep the demon under his body weight. You bolted to the cabinet, taking out the fanny pack that held your kit of defense items. You tore the holy water cap off with your teeth, rushing to Jaemin’s side as the demon thrashed and spit at the psychic. 

You began reciting the bible verse as you soaked the wooden stake with holy water, and over the monstrous roar of the demon, you could hear Jaemin following along with you on the verse. As soon as you finished, you struck the demon square in its chest, and as the figure evaporated, you picked up one word, “... queen.”

You fell to your knees next to Jaemin, both of you coated in a panic sweat and breathing heavily. You couldn’t even begin to wrap your mind around the fact that there was a demon on the school grounds, let alone try to understand that the demon spoke and how it made you feel.

It felt… familiar?

“I guess paying attention in all of those demon classes paid off,” Jaemin chuckled, his voice cracking. You looked at him confused before he continued, “after the blue night, all psychic, elf, and mind readers had to go through a few demon training classes to learn how to banish demons just… in case.”

The blue night?

Jaemin tilted his head then at your blank expression, again, trying to force a vision to which none came up. “You haven’t properly learned about the night you were found, right?”

“I…” you were at a loss for words, Jaemin’s now calm features causing you even more distress.

“Oh my god what the hell happened!?” Mark’s shriek of terror and him eventually wrapping you in a bear hug threw you further for a loop.

In all of Jaemin’s visions of you, you were never quiet unless you were in a deep distress, so while you were coddled and silent as your brother cried on your shoulder, Jaemin stood up and met your Father’s gaze.

“There was a demon, sir,” Jaemin told him, forcing a vision to see how he would react. “Your daughter was able to banish it with ease and she’s fine but…” he paused, his vision becoming grainy as he saw a potentially terrible path, “you should cancel the classes for the night. The Vatican needs to reinforce the holy barrier around the school.”

He was studying Jaemin and whipped out his phone shortly afterwards, calling up several higher ups. Jaemin turned around, not flinching to see Mark looming behind him with a skeptical expression.

“She said you helped her.”

“She did most of it, your sister is extremely capable.”

“Still, thanks. Although, I still don’t get why you were here in the first place,” Mark noted, waiting for Jaemin to offer more. Jaemin glanced to see you studying him, your stake still in your hands.

“I’m gonna go to the dorm, beat the crowd,” was all Jaemin offered as he left the office, brushing past your father as he went to formally announce the cancellation of the classes tonight.

You were in a daze. If you had anything in your stomach, you probably would have thrown it up. Your Dad and Mark checked to make sure you didn’t have a fever, their hands both on your forehead as you mentally went over the details of the whole ordeal.

“... Johnny, Ten, and I,” you refocused yourself at the end of Mark’s sentence, blinking quickly.

“What about you guys?”

“We’re staying with you in your dorm to make sure you’re okay, plus if not they’ll just be bored in the night dorm,” Mark forced a laugh towards the end, likely to try and get a smile out of you. You remained with a blank expression, looking forward to see that your Dad at some point left, likely when you were out of it.

“Okay,” was all you replied with. You met the other two outside of your father’s office, noting the small crowd of night students leaving the building as they waited behind. Johnny had his faerie wings exposed, their purple hue contrasting with the relaxed sweatpants he had on.

“Ready to go?” Ten’s usual cheery voice was gone, replaced with one of concern. Johnny, as per usual, was quiet as he placed his jacket back on, concealing his wings from any potential day class students that met around the dorms at this time.

“So… what actually happened?” Ten asked, now perched in your dorm. Part of yours and Mark’s job description as wardens was to also be resident assistants, and as such, you had your own studio on the floor that housed all of the honors students. Mark, however, was on the floor above you which housed a few of the athletes- the much more difficult floor, making your studio far more appealing to the four of you.

“There was a demon in our Dad’s office,” you whispered, still uncertain. It was quiet as everyone shared silent words.

“So you just attract demons,” Johnny said it so matter of fact that his words struggled to truly register for you until Ten punched the faerie in the chest. “It was a joke… I mean… this is the second time you’re found around demons.”

“Johnny what the hell is wrong with you?” Mark frowned. You stood up, eyebrows furrowed as you glared at the faerie, everyone holding their breath.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” This response stunned Johnny, and you could see the immediate pity pass through his eyes before he glared at Mark.

“She doesn’t know?” 

The three of them started arguing amongst themselves, as Jaemin’s words tore through your head, “You haven’t properly learned about the night you were found, right?”

“Give me your phone,” you extended your hand out to Ten, ignoring the three of them still yelling at each other. The vampire looked confused, but begrudgingly unlocked his phone and handed it to you. Quickly you dug through his contact list, writing out the number you needed on your own phone before you passed Ten’s phone back to him, silent as you walked out of your own dorm and into the night.

It was painfully quiet outside, and you ignored the numerous texts Mark sent your way saying you shouldn’t be outside as you dialed Jaemin’s number.

“Y/n?” Jaemin answered on the third ring, and you just walked faster towards the night dorm.

“How did you-?”

“I told you- I can’t see your future anymore. You’re the only person who I can’t see.”

“So when you check your own future and can’t even see it-.”

“It’s fair to assume who it is, at least at this point,” he grumbled in the last part before continuing, “um… why are you calling?”

“Meet me in the library.”

“At the booth?” His question made you freeze, your tongue caught in your throat. “I’ve seen your future before.”

“Yes, the booth!” You snapped, hanging up. This had to be one of the worst nights of your life- second to only the night you were found. You didn’t remember the details- clearly- but there was one bit of the night your father found and adopted you, one memory that would claw its way into your nightmares on occasion and make you wake up drenched in sweat.

In your memory, you stood in the freezing cold snow, disoriented as you usually were and trying to figure out… everything. Your five year old mind struggled to piece anything together as you stared at the red patterns on the snow beneath you, and the shadow hovering over you against the blue light. 

Knight’s Cross College’s library was open 24 hours a day, but even at one in the morning if it wasn’t finals season the place was like a ghost town. The booth Jaemin was referring to was your favorite place to study. It sat on the second floor next to a wall of floor to ceiling windows. During the day it offered a warm, inviting view of the campus, a nice treat when you spent long hours studying. Yet at night, with the lit up and empty campus, it felt ominous- like a warning.

You sat in the seat across from Jaemin, staring down at your fingers as you tried to gather your thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you met his gaze, “What do you know?”

He cocked his head, narrowing eyes, “I told you I-.”

“I mean,” you raised your hand and paused, chiding yourself for losing your cool for a moment, “I mean, what do you know about my past- not my future.”

Jaemin sank back in the booth, his eyes searching the empty table as he racked his brain for not only his memories for the life you were currently in, but the one you could have had- the one where your adopted father told you the truth. He looked up, your eyes pained as you waited for him to start.

“All on one night several hundred demons all escaped the underworld and took possession of a few dozen humans, and several mythics. Because of how demons have to be exorcized, the humans were fine, psychics, mind readers, and elves lived…” he let his words hang in there, and he watched as your eyes slowly widened in understanding. The anguish in your face caused Jaemin to feel a pang in his chest, and impulsively, he reached across the table to hold your hands.

You shook your head, “How did they… exorcize them?” you needed Jaemin to say the words- what happened to all of those people, and then you could begin to piece together what you were actually dealing with.

Jaemin hesitated, but you squeezed his hands to encourage him to continue, “The leaders of the Vatican thought for some reason, it would be a good idea to gather all of the possessed mythics together under one roof. A ‘mass exorcizing’ is what they planned to do. My mother could see the future but… they wouldn’t listen. The Vatican locked themselves and the mythics into the building, when they began to perform the exercise… the mythics burst into flames. It set everything and everyone in the building on fire. Only three people survived… one of them was your father.”

“And I was just there, in the snow, surrounded by the blue flames of that building,” you filled in. “Demons… that was the last time they were spotted on the surface?”

He nodded, “not since the night you appeared.”“So you just attract demons,” Johnny’s pointed words in your head made you sick. You leaned your head on the table, still holding Jaemin’s hands.

CONTINUE? CHP. 2-> OUT NOW.

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I Slithered Here From Eden; Prologue

Summary: The Embassy’s newest intern has a run in with everyone’s favorite Colonel

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: I haven’t written in like two years so enter at your own risk, idk man age gap??? Reader has graduated college and is like midish twenties, neither party wants to pine but oh well, the university girl and the colonel tag is becoming a fic

A/N: Consider this like a teaser trailer for the feature length fic coming soon to a screen near you......I’m putting my clown wig on as we speak

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You’re too focused on the files in front of you to notice his entrance, mind too full of manila folders and grainy photographs, trying to divine an organizational system that makes sense to more than just you from redacted words and red ink. Trying to make sense of how things work in this place where the green of the jungle and the humidity are each living, breathing things— so unlike the sleepy college town you’d been imported from, courtesy of the Embassy. Professional internship, they had called it. Your reward for all the sleepless nights over the years, studying into the small hours of the morning to graduate well within the top of your class, several minors and certificates tacked along behind your actual major because you wanted to be good. Wanted to save the world, wanted to weasel your way into international politics and diplomacy and communications because you thought that changing it from within, from the room where it happened, would be the best strategy. 

And you still do, but sometimes you wish saving the world came with better coffee. You don’t bother hiding the grimace as you gulp it down, too bitter and burnt for the cheap, breakroom creamer in the little plastic cups to really touch it but it’s still your second cup of the day and beggars can’t be choosers. In the short weeks since your arrival you had gotten used to the acrid taste, the way it liked to stick to your teeth. It seems to underscore your work in times like these, when it’s barely ten o’clock in the morning and you’re already frustrated, ran fifteen minutes late because you thought you could walk to the Embassy this morning, wanted to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city waking from its fitful sleep. You made three wrong turns before you’d admitted defeat and caught a taxi. 

But you had made it and you’re here now, engrossed in your work, lost to the outside world until a voice sounds from right in front of you, cutting through the din of the office because he’s actually addressing you in a voice you’ve never heard before. You can’t help the way you jump, heart tripping over itself and one of the papers in your hand slicing across the pad of your thumb, right down the middle.

“Colonel Carrillo,” Because you know who he is, had been given a run down on all the important players when your plane had landed so you’d be able to hit the ground running, wouldn’t have to wait for formal introductions that may never come. He looks the same as he did in the photo you were shown, right down to the uniform he’s wearing, but you’re seeing him in the flesh now, can see the true breadth of his shoulders and the way he seems to fill the whole room up. Can see the way the coworkers who’ve noticed keep sneaking glances from the corner of their eye, like they want to look but don’t want the full weight of his attention on them. 

Because it is a weight, thick and heavy and warm as it settles on your eyes, your skin. 

“What can I do for you?” You can feel heat rising up the back of your neck but you rally, proud when there’s no quaver in your voice despite the way you almost jumped out of your skin. This is what you do, after all. Your job. You did not come here just to shake like a leaf at the sight of Escobar’s own personal boogie man, the man you’ve been hearing stories about since you arrived. Mean, they say. Brutal. And you have half a mind to believe them, of course, because this is Colonel Horacio Carrillo. The one person in charge of the Search Bloc, the man leading the war on the ground.  

But his voice is soft as he speaks to you, so at odds with the harsh lines of his face, the set of his jaw. “Get these to Peña and Murphy,” No please, no thank you as he hands the small stack of files over, just the silent expectation that his orders will be fulfilled. 

His fingers are warm and rough as you take the files from him, skin brushing skin and for some reason that small touch, that one small feel of him, makes your breath catch and something dangerous prickle across your skin. You try not to think about it the same way you’re trying not to think about the blood that’s surely blooming on your thumb, the little ache that’s underscoring everything that’s happening, the throb underneath the skin. The same way you’re trying not to think about the heat that’s begun pooling low in your belly, the way the hair on the back of your neck is standing up because he hasn’t looked away from you once. Not once, and the realization makes it a little harder to breathe.

“I’ll make sure they get them,” You hope your smile is easy, if a little bland. Hope he can’t read anything else in the curve of your lips because the last thing you need is him. Older and meaner than you have any right to want. Dark in a way you can’t quite fathom yet, the kind of dark that justifies the means to an end everyone in this building wants to see. An end you want to see. 

He nods once, a simple dip of his chin and what might have been a murmured ‘thank you,’ and you don’t look at his shoulders as he walks away. You don’t look at how he moves, how people get out of his way long before he reaches them. He’s something quiet and seething and it shouldn’t make your mouth water, the latent power that you already know lies just beneath his skin. It shouldn’t make something low in your belly quiver, almost in time with the throbbing of your thumb. 

You swipe the blood way with your tongue, sucking on the cut until it stops its slow drip, taking care not to get any on the paperwork spread around you. It tastes like pennies and the coffee that had spilled over the rim of your cup when you’d walked back to your desk. It tastes like Carrillo’s name. 

You don’t see him for the rest of the week but you can’t keep him out of your head, his voice haunting you when it’s late at night and the air is warm and heavy, when the shadows can keep your secrets. You blame it on the fact that you’d never met someone like him before, never seen someone like him before— so big and solid with that scowl on his face.

 You don’t want to know what it says about you that he’s the one that you can’t stop thinking about, not Peña or even Murphy, or any of the other men at the Embassy you see on a semi-regular basis. You don’t want to know what it says about you that instead of wanting one of them, a good portion nice-enough-seeming and closer to your age bracket, you want the Colonel. 

You don’t know that he’s thinking about you either, so bright and soft he didn’t know what he was looking at, at first. You kept your word though, getting the files to Peña and Murphy as soon as you could, and he tells himself that's why he comes back to you when he needs something else. Why he keeps coming back until he learns your name, until you smile when you see him and start asking how his day is going. 

#horacio carrillo x reader #horacio carrillo x you #horacio carrillo imagine #horacio carrillo fic #narcos fic #circus music starts playing in the background #it's clownery your honor

[elvenbeard]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you so much @z-lagorio for the tag :D I'm still half-busy renovating stuffs at my new place (although this past week I've been mostly just enjoying the results of the work I put in so far xD but gaming corner is up next and I hope I can share some wips of that :3)

ANYWHO

I have been able to continue with my post-sun-ending fic a bit these last few days, I hope I can share the final version of Chapter 11 soon!

Here's a little teaser from Kerry's pov:

He arrived in front of the MSM recording studio in Charter Hill much faster than anticipated… so much so that his impromptu plan to get Lee to talk was still somewhat fuzzy around the edges. He was in the mood to storm in, guns blazing, but there was no guarantee Lee was even there. Maybe he should’ve checked that before coming here. Kerry cursed between his teeth, slightly clammy hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he parked straight across from the building’s main entrance. Reluctantly he decided to simply call his manager, something he usually never did. It rang a handful of times, longer than he would’ve expected. “Kerry?” asked the shaky voice on the other end of the line in disbelief. “Certainly not Lizzy Wizzy,” Kerry replied deadpan, “Where are ya?” His heart was beating in his throat. “I’m at the studio! I’ve been waiting to hear from you, been worried that –…” “I’m outside the front door,” Kerry interrupted him, “Come down, let’s talk.” He tried not to let his nerves show, and he was thankful for his AudioVox evening out the slight tremor in his words. “Uh… why don’t you come upstairs to my office?” Lee evaded, “Vicki just dropped by with two new demos you can listen to, I think – …” “No,” Kerry said sternly, but he was grasping at straws for a reason as to why they had to meet outside that wouldn’t leave Lee even more suspicious. “Bring the demos with ya, we’ll listen to ‘em on the road,” was the best thing he could bullshit this quickly, “Been too stagnant lately, gotta move around a bit, get the creative juices flowing.” Empty phrases he’d flung around a million times before, but they usually worked with types like Lee. “Oh… okay?” Lee said, then there was silence for a couple of seconds, “Okay, I’ll be right there but… I need to be back at the studio at the latest in an hour, got an important appointment.” Kerry didn’t reply and simply hung up. No promises.

Lee appeared at the building’s main entrance around ten endless minutes later. Kerry’s right leg bounced in a shaky rhythm, the gun in his jacket’s pocket, heavy as a brick, bruising his thigh. Lee jogged across the street, black and blue designer coat fluttering around him. He tried to put on a smile when he approached the passenger side of the car, but it was slanted and forced. Kerry opened the door for him. “Get in,” he ordered, demanded almost, and Lee slightly flinched, fumbling in his pockets and pulling out a handful of shard cases. “Got everything with me, I thought maybe we could start with the song demos? But just in case I also brought the interview questions I mentioned, and some other things you can decide on for the upcoming promo events.” “Wow, great. Now get in,” Kerry repeated himself with zero enthusiasm and finally Lee slipped into the seat. The same seat V had fucked Kerry in so gloriously yesterday… and now Lee desecrated the space with his presence. Kerry closed the door again and sped off before Lee could say another word, headed towards the highway that would lead them out of the city.

(Things happened and are about to happen 👀 been really excited for this chapter but even more so the stuff it will lead to!)

I'm tagging everyone who has something they're working on to share - this is your call to do it and tag me :D Also tagging @pinkyjulien, @chevvy-yates, @humberg, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @swearingcactus @civilization-illstayrighthere @peaches-n-screem cause I'd love to see/read what you're working on (if you work on anything you wanna share, without pressure ofc!), be it art, writing, vp, mods, anything! :D

#tagged #wip wednesday #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne

[sunglassesmish]

Transcription of Jensen's answer about Cas in The Winchesters trailer.

W stands for Whitney, the question asker. JA is Jensen, JP is Jared. Sorry for any mistakes, and this will probably be long. Thanks to @blanketforcas for helping! Here’s the original video.

(JP talking)

W: My name's Whitney.

JP: Hi, you're what, sorry.

W: Yes, my name is Whitney.

JA: Whitney.

W: I have a question for Jensen, actually.

JA: Ok.

JP: Jensen-y (??)

W: Yes. In The Winchesters trailer, at the 1 minute 8 second mark-

(To Jensen) JP: Walk us through that.

W: We all noticed that at the 1 minute 8 second mark, that the exact clip of Castiel's barn entrance was included. Um, why was this included and what other comments do you have about it?

(To JA) JP: 1 minute 8 seconds dude, you know.

JA: What?

W: You did it!

JA: I did it?

W: I'm asking you! So there at the 1 minute 8 second mark, his barn entrance is there, for you- the- you know-

JA: The Lazarus Rising, barn entrance?

W: Yes. Yes. Its’ clip.

JA: Uh huh. Is there any other clips from the mothership- in that teaser?

W: No, that's the only one I'm focused on. So-

JA: No no no. I'm- i'm- i'm trying to answer your question by posing another one. Is- were there any other clips of Supernatural in that teaser?

W: No.

(Someone in the crowd says no.)

JA: That was the only one?

W: Yes.

(Various 'yeah's and then laughter)

JA: So here's the problem. there's about four or five of those 'sizzle reels' that they cooked up. And- uh- they- I've seen a few of 'em. I don't remember exactly which one you're talking about, or why that would have been in there. Unless it was just- uh- unless it was usage of- of- a particular- I'm trying to think about why that would have been there. Maybe (unintelligible) yeah, I'll- i'll have to go look at it. Because I don't- I don't know.

JP: Why did you wait- why did you wait 67 plus seconds to put it in?

JA: I'm not an editor! I didn't put the thing together! If I were, I'd have an answer for you. Uh- all I know is, I watched it and I was like 'oh that looks cool, I'd watch that.' And that's all they were looking for me to say. I didn't go 'question editor guy: at the 1 minute 8 second mark, you decided to throw in one of the clips from La-'

(video cuts off, now the rest is from the second video, a few seconds after JA got cut off)

JA: Why?

JP: Uh, real talk. Uh, just now Misha, we had a funny experience in May, um- because you know, Jensen and I specifically had been doing the, the season 1 upfronts for Supernatural in '05, I suppose? Uh and we were like the young guys on the network. And then we show up to the upfronts in May, uh- few months back, and we're like the old guys with kids. And we're like 'oh my god' like everytime we're like 'oh thank you sir for all your work. Do you need a chair?’ And we're like, no? And then-

JA: And I didn't.

JP: And they show prequels for Winchesters, and uh Walker: Independence. And the- when, like Walker Independence, uh- had a trailer. He looked over and started- 'give me a break. like great ad.’ I was like uh- I guess? Like I'd never seen it. And then same with Winchesters, when The Winchesters uh, uh- trailer- or- premiere or whatever, played I was like 'man, that's badass.' He was like, 'first time I've seen it.' We do our work, and then, somebody who does that uh, for a living kinda puts it together in a fancy way. It's like 'sweet!' Like, alright.

JA: Well, it- uh- there was a whole- so our editors were putting together, The Winchester editors were putting together a- the, you know, they're busy putting together the first episode. And the second episode, the third episode. Um. This is the studio's- uh, separate, higher editors. They take a bunch of footage, and then they cook up this, what's called a 'sizzle reel.' So, and then it goes to, you know, Warner Brothers' marketing, and publicity team. And they, you know, they look at it. And then they send it over to- uh- produ-

(Video cuts off)

#the winchesters #spn prequel #long post #please rb if you are ok with the prequel or whatever this took so long 😭

[riddle-me-ri]

How about a little drabble about being Dano riddler's favorite waitress?

A/N: This was so cute asdfghh this is my first time writing for Dano!Riddler and I hope I did him justice, I'm still nervous about writing him since so many people write him incredibly well. I hope you and others enjoy it! Thanks so much for requesting!

also I wanna dedicate this one-shot to @spicedchaiandromeda I’ve read so many of her Dano!Riddler fic for inspiration for this and I saw she was feeling overwhelmed with school, I hope this little drabble of Ed being a smitten nerd helps! Sending all the virtual hugs and support your way!

Word Count: 952 (I'm so sorry its not a small drabble I was having fun building up the context rip)

Trigger Warnings: I don't think there are any? Somewhat obsessive and stalking tendencies? That's about it?

Dano!Riddler x Waitress!Reader - Adore You

The doorbell chimes for the entrance of another customer. 

You look up and smile as you see the familiar bulky forest green jacket. “Welcome in, Eddie!” 

The quiet man looked up with a wide smile and a beaming face. “H-Hi – Y/N!”

“Take a seat and I’ll be right with you, Eddie!” 

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

He despised when others dubbed him that, usually in a mocking tone. Not you, he absolutely adored the way it rolled off your lips. So sweet and affectionately, like home. 

Edward adores your smile, he swears your smile widens and shines brighter at him than anyone else. He had missed you terribly last night when you weren’t at work. He was worried and scared something had happened, but it all disappears out the window when he sees you glowing at him.

Little does he know whenever you see him smile, it was an absolute treat for you.

You weren’t sure what to think when you notice your co-workers and fellow waitresses flip a coin for whoever has to “serve the weirdo.” You were surprised to find they were talking about the cute round faced man, with soft brown hair and adorable glasses. 

You surprised them when you said you'd take his order and the rest was history. 

He intrigued you with his intelligible scribbles in his ledgers he often brought with him. You enjoyed watching him solve the daily crosswords in the paper, he even helped you solve the daily Wordle when you finally got the courage to sit with him on your break one day.

Then there were the riddles, you never cared for the annoying brain teasers but when you saw the way they made his eyes twinkle and his cheeks rounder with his wide smile…riddles weren't so bad anymore. 

Now you looked forward to his visits every evening.

Meanwhile, Edward was hesitant at first about your intentions, but when he looked into your eyes and saw no malice or that you weren’t waiting for someone to rescue you, every time you had to interact with him. His heart quickened and he found himself genuinely smiling (and not at the expense of the elite violently suffering).

When you asked him for help with your game, he was scared shitless. Again, he couldn’t conspire any hidden motives from you. He didn’t foresee some cruel prank or you pitying him in any way. You took notice of him solving crosswords and made a proper educated guess he could help you out. His heart quickened again and somehow he managed to lead you to the right answer. 

You were so delighted and appreciative of him. Edward felt like he was drowning but simultaneously floating on Cloud 9. Regardless he made it a point to see you every evening after work. Much like this evening. 

You walked down the bar with a piping hot cup of coffee ready for him. “Hey, Eddie! How was your day?”

“I-It was fine, another long day at work. H-How are you?”

“I’m doing much better now that you’re here.” You smiled. 

His pale face immediately starts reddening into a soft pink hue, but he smiles back sheepishly.

“Hey, I’m so sorry for missing you yesterday, I had a bad round of food poisoning and didn’t want to chance it, you know?”

Edward was so elated to see you again, he forgot about the one time he missed you.

It was safe to say after three meetings, Edward was fixated on you immediately. He visited the diner every day until he recognized your schedule. It caught him off guard when you weren’t there..the one night you were definitely supposed to be there. 

His head raced with various scenarios – all of them the absolute worse ones. 

However it never occurred to the genius you didn’t feel well and called in sick. He didn’t bother to ask your co-workers. He had just as much disdain for them as they did for him. The diner’s only redeeming qualities was the location, pumpkin pie, and now you.

“Oh, I-I understand. I’m sorry you didn’t feel well..what did you eat?”

And what’s the name of the establishment?

“It’s that new wing place on 7th and Montgomery? It’s walking distance from my apartment complex so I figured I’d give it a try…but maybe not.” 

7th and Montgomery…The only apartments there is the Elliot Apartments…one thing at a time, Ed.

You went to grab him a slice of his favorite pie, until you realized the sorry droopy state it was in. You shook your head and tossed the slice out. You gave Ed a wink and held up your finger to give you a minute to put a fresh pie in the oven in the back. 

There goes his heart doing somersaults. 

When you came back to the bar, he asks, “h-how’re you feeling now? If you still feel queasy..”

Your heart swelled. He’s just too cute for his own good. “Aww, I’m feeling much better, Eddie. I wouldn’t come in if I didn’t feel up to it. Besides I felt bad enough missing you last night, I wouldn’t dream doing it to you two nights in a row!” 

Ed’s eyebrows raised as a soft smile grew on his lips.

She missed me too, just like I missed her!

Ed chuckles softly, “d-don’t feel bad! T-there was no way of knowing, besides you’re here tonight and you’re better…t-that’s all that matters.”

“You’re really sweet, Eddie. Thank you.” You pat your hand on his. 

“F-For what?”

“For being you.” You chirp. “Speaking of you, I’ve got a riddle for you!” 

Edward grins, he adored when you shared riddles, even if he knew the answers.

Edward adores you, his favorite waitress.

#paul dano riddler x reader #paul dano!riddler x reader #dano!riddler x reader #dano!riddler fanfiction #danonation #riddler x reader #batman 2022 fanfiction #batman 2022 riddler x reader #ri writes

[devilat-thedoor]

Sneak Peek at Hands To Yourself Pt2

🤍Babes🤍 This next part is coming along faster than I thought it would. I am floored at the amount of love Part 1 has received. When i started writing it, I didn’t plan on it being anything more than a one-shot. But as I worked through it, I had more and more ideas of where the plot could go. So i hope you all enjoy this lil teaser. Cheers🍷💖

Warnings- SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI

Jake closed his teeth around the hardened peak, “Oh fuck, Jake.” You threw your head back, savoring the feeling, but it was gone too soon.

He lifted off of you and stood from the bed, pulling your panties off and taking your right leg in his hand. “You’re like a masterpiece.” He whispered, almost to himself. You looked up at him, admiring his soft, tanned skin, not a single imperfection to be found. He trailed wet pecks from the inside of your ankle all the way to your thigh, dropping to his knees and hooking your leg over his shoulder. “What’s got you this wet, love?” He questioned, running his middle finger through your folds, spreading your arousal.

You sat up on your elbows, getting a nice view of him between your legs. “Don’t tease, baby.” Your voice was laced with honey as you spoke, hoping it would coax him closer to giving you what you needed. His fingers worked over your clit in gentle circles, picking up pace for a few seconds before slowing down again. Your hips bucked in search of more pressure, “Jacob…” You breathed out, “Please, baby. Don’t make me wait for it.”

He moved in closer, blowing cool air over your heat. “Answer the question, then, Y/N” His finger teased your entrance as he reminded you of his inquiry, “What made you drip like this, pretty girl?” His eyes were focused on his fingers.

“You did Jake. You always do.” Your body dropped back into the bed, writhing under his touch. “Your mouth. Please.” Your voice came out in a depraved whine.

He hummed in response, but he wasn’t giving in yet. His fingers went back to your clit, “You sure it’s me? Or are you thinking about Sage and her mouth?” His tongue made its first appearance, darting out to lick a stripe through your wetness before retreating back into his mouth. “Do you wish it was her hands on you? Her fingers inside you?” Jake pushed his own finger into you then, eliciting a groan from you. He was moving at such an achingly slow pace.

Why does he keep bringing Sage up? And why is the mention of her turning you on even more? You thought over his words for a moment trying to form a coherent response. “Jake, I-” Your hand found your left breast, squeezing it, rolling the nipple between your fingers. He knew the effect his suggestion had on you, he could see it in the way you clenched around his finger. “Baby, ple-.” The beginning of your plea was cut short when Jake finally relented, attaching his mouth to you. His tongue lapped at your clit, making pointed strokes. Your free hand weaved into his hair while your leg pulled him in, locking him against you. He added a second finger, filling you up even more, pulling the sensitive bundle between his lips, sucking softly. “Oh GOD!” Your back arched off of the mattress, legs threatening to close around his head.

Jake pulled his mouth from your cunt. “Nope, it’s just me, love.”

#jake kiszka #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader #gvf #greta van fleet #jake gvf #gvf smut #gvf fic #sinsofstardust #hands to yourself

[allemantheias]

Repaying AU. Little teaser from another wip. WC 484.

"Is Coronel Vargas available?" While I drove here, I ran all possible scenarios through my head. I didn't know which of them I should tell first, so after thinking about it the whole way here, I decided on Alejandro.

"The coronel is not here at the moment. Do you want to leave a message?" The woman behind the desk at the entrance doesn't even look up while she talks to me.

"His dark blue Lexus RZ is parked here, and all six patrol cars are too." I counted the patrol cars two weeks ago and Alejandro drove me home in his personal car to not draw attention to us in case of cartels scouting the roads, just now before I walked into the building I counted the patrol cars too.

"Who exactly are you that you know which car is his?" The receptionist pays attention to me now, I can see the shock in her eyes.

"I'm the woman he and Sergeant Major Parra rescued from cartel members two weeks ago. It's urgent." I'm not in the mood for this.

"I'll see if I can contact him. Have a seat in the waiting area." She goes back to ignoring me, focusses on the papers on the desk and I take the closest seat I find, put my bag down on the seat next to me. Unfortunately, I can't hear if she's actually calling Alejandro or fakes it to please me. Rudy and Alejandro won't leave me hanging if they know I'm here. They told me to come to them if I ever needed anything. Twenty minutes later my name gets called. Not by the woman behind the desk, an older-sounding woman. My name is called a second time and I look up to where the voice comes from. Rudy's mother!

"Yareli, what are you doing here? Did something happen?"

"Not really, I just have to discuss something with Alejandro. She refuses to contact him, though." I nod to the desk.

"Follow me." Rudy's mother walks to the desk and I take my bag, follow her. "Lia, she's with me."

"She has to be registered first!" The desk woman jumps up from her chair and rushes to a cabinet.

"No, she doesn't. No one can know she's here."

"Mrs. Parra, that's against the coronel's rules!"

"He doesn't want her in the system. Lia, let me handle this. Thank you." Rudy's mother grabs my hand and leads me around the metal detector gates into the actual building.

"Thank you, Mrs. Parra."

"It's also Violeta for you, carinõ." She enters the kitchen with me and pours a glass of fruit agua frescas for me. "Now tell me, what is troubling you?"

I really want to tell her, but what if Rodolfo doesn't want his mother to know yet? "I don't know if they want me to tell others."

"Do they know?"

"Not yet, that's why I'm here."

#alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #alejandro vargas x original female character #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x you #rodolfo parra x original female character #rodolfo parra #spit roasted by alerudy #no one would care but im struggling with life too much atm. im behind on ale posts i have to read and comment on #im so sorry