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shawtylilsalty · 9 months

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Play it well | MYG

Rate: 18+

Pairing: min Yoongi × reader

Genre/au: basketball!player!yoongi, football!player!oc, popular competitive brats, enemies to lovers, sports au

Summary: Yoongi doesn't like losing, and neither does y/n, but perhaps they can come to an agreement that benefits them both.

Warnings: This is purely for fictional purposes ONLY 18+ content, build up tension, slow burn// kinda, aLOT of teasing, a lil bit of crack, semi public sex, locker room sex, rough, fingering, tiddie sucking, raw, please read at your own risk

Word count: 13.4k

A/n: i couldn't resist adding the humour element in 🧘🏾 hope y'all have fun with it

We were fierce rivals, always competing to be the best. He was the captain of the basketball team, and you were one of the star players on the football team.

You and your rival 'Min Yoongi' have known each other since the beginning of your freshman year. You've been competing against each other ever since, even though you're on different teams. Maybe it's because you're both so driven to succeed. Maybe it's because you're both so competitive. Whatever the reason, the rivalry between you is fierce and undeniable.

What are the stakes of the rivalry? Is there a prize at the end? Is there a reputation to uphold? Did we have a personal goal we were both trying to achieve? Honestly, you didn't know. But the thought of messing with him whenever you could was worth the risk.

You and Yoongi were practicing with your respective sports teams, but he still had time to spare. His basketball game was still a week away, while your football game was about to start in the next 30 minutes. You couldn't help but feel a surge of envy.

As if the devil himself was conspiring against you, the basketball came flying towards our practice corner. You snatched it out of the air with a quickness that would make Usain Bolt jealous, your face contorted into a mask of annoyance as you marched towards those stupid jumping monkeys of a team.

You snatched the basketball out of the air and stopped right in front of Yoongi, his own ball now in your possession. You tossed it from hand to hand, left to right, taunting him with a smirk on your face.

"What's the matter, Yoongi?" you taunted. "Can't keep up with the big boys?"

Yoongi's eyes narrowed as he glared at you. "I'm not worried about you," he said. "You're just a washed-up football player who's trying to prove something."

You laughed. "Oh, really?" you said. "Well, let's see how you like this."

You took a step back and launched the basketball at the hoop. It swished through the net with a perfect arc, and you turned to Yoongi with a triumphant smile.

"That's for calling me washed up," you said.

Yoongi's jaw clenched as he looked back at the basketball that bounced back to him from the hoop you had just made with a perfect swish. He chuckled, turning around with it and bouncing it in your face, trying to spook you. The ball bounced off your nose and bounced back to him. He caught it and dribbled it between his hands, his eyes narrowed in amusement.

"Oh, sweetie, are you a little mad because you can't have me all to yourself?"

You scoff with a smirk "Oh, you're such a sore loser. This wasn't even about me having you, but you'd rather change the subject than admit defeat."

His smirk only grew as you came to the end of your sentence. He inched forward towards you, bending down slightly to come even closer. He whispered in your ear, "Yet you're not denying the want to have me, sweetheart." He tilted his head in amusement, just to watch you get a little flustered but try to keep it lowkey.

Yoongi smirked triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He turned and jogged back to his team, who were all waiting for him with wide grins on their faces. They erupted in laughter as Yoongi recounted the scene, his words dripping with sarcasm.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance as you watched them celebrate. You knew that Yoongi had only won the debate because he had resorted to cheap tactics, but his team didn't seem to care.

You see Yoongi's turned back and your eyes roll. "Ugh, he's so full of himself," you mutter to yourself.

You twist your body around and signal to one of your teammates to pass you a spare football. They toss it to you, and you catch it with ease.

Dropping it under your feet as you hold it in position. You jog back a few steps as you grin, with only one name in mind "ayo yoongz!! watch out for that ass"

Yoongi turns around just in time to see you kick the football with a perfect curve. The ball smacks him right in the butt, making him stumble forward as he yelps in surprise.

You burst out laughing and run over to Yoongi who ended up on the ground. "My bad, couldn't resist," you say, still laughing.

Yoongi glares up at you, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. "You're such a pain," he says, but his voice is laced with amusement.

You stop in front of him, looking down and grin cheekily. "You love it," you say.

Yoongi's eyes flash with anger. "Oh, I do, do I?" he says. "Well, maybe I'll just have to give you a taste of your own medicine."

He grabs the football from the ground still not moving from his spot, waiting for your reply "Care to challenge me?" he asks.

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to do that?" you say, your voice laced with challenge. "I'm pretty good at this."

Yoongi smirks. "I'm not afraid of you," he says, his voice equally challenging.

You nod. "Good," you say, taking a step closer to him. You bend down and whisper in his ear, "Because I'm not afraid of you either."

Before he can respond, you quickly grab the other football from Yoongi's side and take a few steps back. "Let's go," you say. "I'm ready for you."

Yoongi's eyes narrow. "You're going to regret that," he says.

You smile. "I doubt it," you say.

You both line up facing each other, the football between your feet. You take a deep breath and prepare to kick.

"Ready?" you ask.

Yoongi nods. "Ready."

You both kick the football at the same time. The ball flies through the air, spinning and arcing.

You watch the ball closely, your heart pounding in your chest.

The ball lands perfectly between the goalposts. You cheer and throw your arms up in the air.

Yoongi sighs and shakes his head. "You win again," he says.

You grin at him. "I told you I was good," you say.

"Well this won't be the last of it and I'll prove it to you," Yoongi smiles back at you, but there's a hint of frustration in his eyes.

You laugh. "I'm counting on it," you say, boring into his eyes, finally noticing how close he actually is to you. The air is thick with tension, but neither of you break eye contact. You know that Yoongi is not going to give up easily. And you're not going to give up either.

Just as his eyes move down to your lips, your teammates interrupt, breaking the eye contact. "Hey, Y/N! Let's go, the match starts in five!" one of them yells, so you can hear them better from a distance.

You and Yoongi both look away, your cheeks flushed. You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself.

"I'll see you later," you say to Yoongi.

Yoongi nods. "Yeah," he says. "See you later."

You turn and walk away, but you can feel Yoongi's eyes on you. You know that he's just as affected by the moment as you are.

Halting in your steps one last time, you turn back to Yoongi. Trying to show that you were not affected by whatever just happened, you mess with him a little more to get to his head.

"Now, would you be a doll and cheer for me in the crowd? Who knows, if I end up seeing you on the big screen, you might earn yourself some flying kisses from the field, maybe even more after the game." You wink at him as you walk backwards, giggling at his dumbstruck expression.

Yoongi's eyes widen in surprise, and his cheeks flush. He stammers, "W-what? you're not serious."

You laugh and shake your head. "Of course I'm serious," you say. "What's wrong? Are you afraid that I might actually give you a kiss?"

Yoongi opens his mouth to respond, but you turn and walk away, leaving him standing there speechless.

You join your teammates and start walking towards the field. You can feel Yoongi's eyes on you, but you don't look back. You know that you've gotten to him, and that's all that matters.

One thing's for sure,, he thinks to himself "i gotta get on the fucking big screen by any means necessary"

After a long day and another great win, finding an empty locker room was like a glimpse of heaven.

As the last of your teammates, a blonde and a brunette, were on their way out, they acknowledged your presence before leaving.

"Oh my god, Y/N, you literally carried the team today!" the blonde exclaimed.

You dropped your bag in the locker and peeked out at her, smiling back.

"No, but seriously, I don't think we could have won without you today, senior Y/N," the brunette added.

You laughed nervously, a bit overwhelmed by the compliments. "It was just good practice, really. And let's not forget, we have an amazingly coordinated team. The win was a given anyway."

You flashed your most genuine smile, melting them instantly.

The girls had cleared out, leaving you alone in the locker room to finish your post-game stretching. You were exhausted, but you couldn't help but smile as you thought about how the game had gone.

You had spotted Yoongi and his team across the field, and they had all started chanting to get your attention. You had ignored them at first, but eventually you had given and waved. It had made you feel so good to see that he was supporting you.

What took the cherry on top though- was when half of Yoongi's team started dancing with poom pooms in their hands as soon as they saw you notice them. It was a sight to behold, As soon as my teammates pointed at the big screen, I saw Yoongi on it with a black bob wig on, cheering his heart out. I couldn't help but burst out laughing and fall to the ground.

When I got up, I sent flying kisses his way, true to my word. But seeing him catch the kiss on screen and dramatically fall on his best friend, Jimin, made me wheeze with laughter.

Yoongi's team was always up for a good laugh, and they knew how to make you smile. You were grateful for their support, both on and off the field. And even though you would never admit it to Yoongi's face, you had a bit of a crush on him.

After all, who wouldn't crush on a guy who could dance with poom pooms and still look cool?

You finished your stretching and headed to the showers. As you were washing up, you couldn't help but think about Yoongi's smile when you sent flying kisses to him. It was a smile that made your heart flutter.

Hopping out of the shower, you basked in the steamy warmth for a sec before reluctantly dragging yourself to get dressed. As you quickly brushed your wet hair in the mirror, Clutching the ends of the towel together at your chest, you reached in to pull out your spare scrubs, Yoongi danced back into your thoughts.

He can be so adorable.

Adorably hot.

Oh, when he's totally focused on his game, sweat dripping down his neck, you just wanna lick that salty goodness rig-

You turned around to drop them on the bench, and nearly screamed.

Yoongi stood there silently, watching you fumble with the armful of clothes and the towel wrapped around your still-damp body. His eyes moved over yours, seeing, taking you apart as he always did. You stood beneath his scrutiny

You squirmed. "I'm not the only person who uses this room, Yoongi. What are you doing in here? You can't be, it's against the rules."

Yoongi feigned surprise, his signature smirk curling his lips. He surveyed the empty locker room and shrugged. "According to the sign on the door, this area is closed. Tick tock, we're past closing time by an hour."

You set the scrubs down on the bench, and crossed your arms over your chest, holding the towel in place. Drops of water fell from the strands of your hair down your skin. A slow smile bloomed on your face. "Oh, is it closed? I hadn't noticed. How silly of me."

"Yes, very silly." He dropped his jacket on the bench and crossed to the other side, standing in front of you in the narrow space. You were abruptly crowded against the lockers, the cold metal surface sending goosebumps over your arms. You gazed up into his face, your brown eyes questioning.

Yoongi uncrossed your arms and wrapped his fingers around your wrists. He lifted your hands high, pressing them together against the lockers, his gaze never leaving yours. "I believe you still owe me a kiss, Gorgeous," he said, his voice low and seductive. It was a statement, not a question, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You knew that things were about to get messy.

But what the hell, it was either now or never. and just like that, your mouth came down hard and demanding. Seize the moment, you thought. This was what you wanted, what you had been waiting for. And you were going to take it.

Yoongi thinks that perhaps he should be more surprised. But if he's honest with himself, they've been heading towards this for a while now, probably since the first time Y/N stepped into the field, all swagger and confidence and threats.

You smiled mischievously between kisses, knowing that Yoongi was surprised by your eagerness to take things fast. He probably thought you were just trying to torture him, but you were actually enjoying yourself just as much as he was. Pulling on his jersey, signalling, which Yoongi didn't need to be told twice, was gone somewhere far in the corner but before you could even admire him- Tongues end up gliding around each other's mouth as he devoured you fully. His hands dropped to yank the towel down and away from your body.

Your full breasts spilled out in all their glory, and Yoongi licked his lips at the sight.

You moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on the pebbled nub. His tongue circled for a few revolutions before he bit down on the wet skin, making you cry out his name. He peppered kisses over the sore nipple before moving up to your neck, one hand on your breast while the other sneaking past to get between your legs. Inserting two digits in your pussy as his lips sought out a spot behind your ear that drove you wild and made your walls clench around his fingers.

He pulls back to look down where his fingers disappear so deliciously between your legs, "Fuck, hotshot. You are fucking dripping,” Yoongi observe out loud as he stare intently at your cunt. pumping them in and out.

You couldn’t bear the tension any longer so you grabbed Yoongi’s head from where it was working its magic on your breasts and yanked him upward so you could see his face.

“Enough foreplay,” you growled. “I’ve been wet all day just thinking about this, so fuck me already.” Yoongi’s pupils dilated even further, hands working fast as he was already removing his last piece of clothing, then he grabbed one of your thighs and wrapped it around his hip. Using his other hand to line himself up, he drove into your wet depths in one hard thrust.

You threw your head back and screamed in pleasure as Yoongi thrust in and out of you at a furious pace. He paused for a moment to lift you so you could wrap both your legs around his waist and then he backed you up against the wall of the opposite locker where he fucked you long and hard. He used one arm to brace himself and the other was sandwiched between our heaving bodies, playing with your clit while he pounded into you with his hard cock.

you knew that your body was on fire. You couldn’t think straight. Your pussy was throbbing, and Yoongi’s length felt so good. His fingers on your clit were making your head spin. A tingle ran up your spine and pressure built in your lower stomach. It curled and coiled, tighter and tighter and tighter until your head snapped back, and you came with a yell. In a quick movement- yoongi leaves your clit to breathe as the same two digits were making their way in your mouth,, which you gladly sucked like your life depended on ",Shhh beautiful if i didn't know any b-better, fuck- I'd think you want us to get caught"

Yoongi stuttered and lost his pace when he felt your internal muscles clamp rhythmically around his cock and his own orgasm was torn out of him by the milking action of those well toned muscles.

Exhausted, you both collapsed against the locker, gasping for breath. All too soon, the reality of what they had done began to dawn on Yoongi.

"Shit! I didn't- Y/N, we didn't use a condom." Yoongi said worriedly. You smirked up at him.

"I was already on the pill" Yoongi raised both eyebrows. "What? You know this was going to happen sooner or later," you said as you fixed the front of his hair. He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"Can't blame my woman for being prepared," he said.

You grinned and looked back into his eyes. "If I knew sex was the fastest way to become your woman, I would have done it sooner."

Yoongi left another small kiss on your lips and said, "Mmh, I doubt that. I'm pretty sure my dick made you want to stay for more."

You laughed. "Wait, you're right." You kissed him back and then got up to shower again.

Yoongi watches you walk back to the stalls and scoffs in amusement.

"You're such an asshole," he yells out.

"Oh, you love it," you peek out the shower curtain to signal him to join you in the showers, making him jump back on his feet.

"You know me so well."

Things were gonna be spicy for you both in and out from here, and you couldn't wait for more.

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That was a long ride lmao

But also-

Don't be a silent reader that's just hella disrespectful and sad, if you enjoy my fics let.me.know! Doesn't matter if it's just a word in the comment, what matters is having motivation

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katasstrophy · 1 year

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This and shidou and date night need i say more?

—𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐓'𝐒

cw. SMUT. MDNI! fem! reader. exнιвιтισиιѕм (the tiddies are out). fιngєяιng. pet names (babydoll + baby). one (1) cheeky ass slap. implied nιρρℓe play. implied violence. window fυ¢кιng. it's shidou — he's horrible and fucked in the head! // this man does truly nasty delulu things to my brain chemistry.

oh my GOD you better hope and pray that shidou doesn’t find out how easily he could just have that sexy little dress off your figure in a matter of seconds with a clever twist of his fingers because he will use it to his advantage. shamelessly. in public. he does not care.

he distracts you thoroughly by pawing at the meat of your thighs with his greedy fingers where the silver chains dangle, only to untie the flimsy black straps resting at the back of your neck when you least except it, exposing your bare chest to the cool air outside and everyone else watching in your proximity, but most importantly, exposing you to him. he doesn’t get to leer at your gorgeous pair of tits for long, however, as you scramble to quickly cover some of your modesty with your hands, a horrified gasp falling from your lips as the front of your dress continues to uselessly pool around your waist.

and shidou, like the absolute scummy bastard he is, has the audacity to whine in protest, mind far away from thinking of how to help you cover up and more leaning towards prying your fingers away from your breasts so he can see your pretty, peddled nipples again, maybe lean down and even suck on them a lil’, he’s generous like that.

“ryusei, what the actual fuck? we’re in public, you fucking cockroach!” you snarl, your eyes blazing like the gates of hell. the sight makes shidou’s cock stir in his pants. how he adores it when you get mouthy with him.

“aw, c’mon, babydoll. i haven’t seen your tits since this mornin’, you can’t fault me for wanting another looksie. i even stood before ya so the others wouldn’t see. aren’t i a gentleman?”

his grin is sharp and feral like the slash of a scythe as shidou licks his lips, like the air tastes sugary just from soaking in your embarrassment and heated cheeks. he means every word he says.

you resist the urge to tell him you want to castrate him for sport. knowing him, it’d just make him hornier.

“you’re seriously fucked in the head,” you spit at him instead, squaring your shoulders and spinning around to locate the bathroom and fix yourself up with as much dignity as you can muster in your vulnerable state.

“babydollll,” he giggles after you, all lulls and foreboding. “don’t be like that! ya should’a double knotted.”

to stick it to him, you make sure to quadruple knot the straps of your dress lest he gets any more brilliant ideas of undressing you for everyone to fucking see — a decision shidou makes you regret a couple hours later when he drags you back to his sky-rise penthouse, shoving you up against his floor to ceiling, crystal clear windows, rucking your dress up to sink his thick, unforgiving fingers into your tight heat until your knees buckle from the onslaught of pleasure.

“ryu-seiii,” you hiccup, completely out of it but hungry for more of his punishing touch. “please, uh, i need more, touch me more.”

shidou has the tells of your body mapped out and committed to memory, knows that by now your cute, puffy nipples that you denied him from looking at and feeling up earlier to his twisted heart’s content must be sore and aching for his attention, so he coos at you, void of any sympathy, reminding you this could have all been avoided if you would have just showed your breasts to him earlier like the good little angel you usually were for him.

it’s not like he would’ve let anyone escape without two bulging black eyes if they dared to stare at what was his.

“you know i’d love to play with your tits, babydoll. but i just can’t reach ‘em ‘cause of y’re naughty—” shidou brings his palm down on your exposed asscheeks, your yelp at the sting of his slap drowned out by the lewd squelching of your arousal as he pumps three fingers in and out of you like he hates you. “—little dress of yours. shouldn’t’ve made so many knots, hm? if you untie your handy-work i might reconsider thoouugghh.”

your trembling fingers scramble to the back of your neck again, almost clawing at the neat, sturdy knots you made only hours before out of retaliation, desperate for your sadistic boyfriend to pinch and and abuse your nipples just the way you like it until the flesh is raw and tender.

but when the dress finally slips off you yet again, shidou only pushes you more harshly against the glass, squishing the fat of your breasts into the cold, hard planes, chuckling cruelly as you thrash helplessly in his iron hold while he shimmies out of his pants.

“no, ryu, please, you promised. you promised to play with me mmmf—”

as much as he adores you being mouthy, as shidou shoves his fingers coated with your slick into your mouth until he hears you gag, he thinks it’s time you learned a lesson.

“sshhh, baby. you’ve already been bad today, so be good f’me now, yeah? time to put on a real show.”

then he’s bottoming out in your sloppy cunt in one brutal thrust, fucking you within an inch if your life as you writhe and sob on his suffocating fingers until your mixed juices trickle down your legs and soak into the expensive carpet, putting on a show to any lucky by-walker who happens to peer up at your debauched lovemaking.

because shidou does love you. so much. just like the cockroach you called him — ugly, incessant, and indestructible.

#—ping! new message from (oh-miniso)#yeah i am NOT OKAY over this 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#blue lock smut #shidou ryusei smut #shidou x reader #bllk smut #blue lock x reader #shidou smut #shidou ryusei x reader #—riv.fic!#—bllk.thirsts!

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beefrobeefcal · 6 months

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I have a Thot to contribute for the Beefro Repentance Tiddie Fic, in case it is helpful or shall I say... titillating? 😂 (I'm sorry)

Since it didn't specify who gets milked, maybe we go back to late-stage pregnant Mouse? A little lactation play where Frankie drinks from her after dinner until he tops off his big full belly? (Big enough to rival her bump 🥵)

Or since it sounds like nonnie wants some male breast play too...add Frankie and Mouse playing with each other's delectable chests first?

Anyway just some ideas! I wasn't expecting your poll to turn out how it did, not gonna lie 😄 But hey, I'll enjoy wherever you take us with this!

You're a lifesaver, Reby!

fucking RIGHTS we need to expose Frankie's Breeding, Pregnancy & Lactation Kinks!

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Mouse's Relief

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Pregnant Fem!Reader

Summary: Frankie helps Mouse find relief.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 2,382

Content Warning: pregnancy talk, main character pregnant, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, 5-knuckle shuffle (male), lactation, breast feeding, breast milk, cumming in pants, weight talk, eating, sore breasts

Author's Notes: Thank you @rebel-held for the assistance you provided in your THOT. Thank you to @thehalflifeofloveisforever, @theywhowriteandknowthings & @neverwheremoonchild for their input, eyes and THOTs.

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It had been a day. You were now on maternity leave, supposedly to be giving yourself some down time before your baby arrived, but you’d been anything but relaxed today.

Your baby had been kicking the same rib over and over for the last three days, not allowing you to have any restful sleep; your big belly weighed heavily on you, making movements hard; and to top it all off, your milk had come in, making your breasts extremely sore and heavy.

Pregnancy was so uncomfortable.

Thankfully, it was a Friday and that meant you had Frankie all to yourself from the moment he got home to Monday morning at 6:00 am. He’s been so patient and caring with you, rubbing your feet and back, switching sides of the bed with you so you could be closer to the bathroom, and giving you your space when you needed to just be left alone because of the raging hormones in your body, then running back the moment you needed to be held.

Despite being so uncomfortable, you decided to do something special for him to dinner and make his favourite – lasagna.

****

Frankie arrived home, opening up the back door to the smell of his absolute favourite. He smiled and walked into the kitchen, seeing you leaning against the counter, your hands holding your phone and resting on your big belly, while you scrolled through whatever app you were hooked on today. He couldn’t help but notice how much more pronounced your chest was, and his cock twitched in his jeans. But before he could do anything, he knew he needed to test the waters first.

“Hey mama…”, he said softly with a smile, coming up beside you and splaying his hand over your middle. He pressed a kiss on your temple and moved his hand over your sore side. “How’s the rib?”

You sighed with a tired smile. “Sore… but okay. How was work?”

He didn’t want to talk about work. Not when that sigh heaved your swollen tits, making his cock twitch harder.

“Baby…”, he cooed as he kissed your neck, continuing to test whether you’d let him go further, and he reached up and gently palmed your tit.

You hissed in pain, and he jumped back. “What? What happened?”

“They hurt… so much… I’m sorry, Frankie. Please don’t touch my boobs.”

“What- why are they so sore, Mouse?”, he asked, sounding concerned with a slight hint of annoyance.

“Milk’s coming in, and they’re swollen and-“

“I can see that.”, he stated, his eyes glued to your ample cleavage.

“Frankie.” Your tone was indicative of your own irritation and a warning that your hormonal temper was rearing its head.

He looked up to your face and offered a sheepish grin.

“Okay… no touching the tiddies.”

You sighed again, not wanting your weekend to start with your mood. “It’s okay, baby. Dinner will be ready soon so you should have your shower. “

He nodded with a smile and kissed you quickly before heading to the bedroom.

As Frankie stood in the shower, he tried to ignore his semi hard-on but his mind kept slipping back to the sight of you, round and heavy, tits swollen and all because of him. He gripped his now fully hard cock and pumped himself, thinking about how good you feel and smell and look, and…

He came fast, his come hitting the shower wall then washing away under the spray of the shower. As he calmed down, he thought about how quickly he hit his release by his own hand when his mind was filled with you being pregnant. He grinned to himself as he finished his shower, making a mental note to take some more pictures of you like this for his personal spank bank, especially if you decided one kid was enough. He dried off and got dressed, heading back out into the kitchen with you.

*****

The lasagna was gone, and Frankie’s belly was the only evidence that it had ever existed. You couldn’t stomach it, so he had eaten your portion as well, so you had some fruit and soup instead.

“Fuck me, Mouse… we both look like we’re about to pop.”, he chuckled, trying to pull down his T-shirt, the same one that fit just fine a few weeks ago.

“Head to the couch, I’ll clean up.”, you said, standing up and wincing.

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely not, mama.”, he grunted as he stood up. “I’ll clean up later. You need to relax.”

After some coaxing, Frankie had convinced you to have a bath and he would be ready for you when you were done.

As you soaked, Frankie sat on the couch, full belly sitting heavily on his lap, and he searched online for how to help you with your sore breasts. He read about warm compresses and massaging, then his heart almost jumped into his throat and his cock came to standing attention at once when he read that he could express the milk by sucking it out. He groaned and palmed at his hard on through his sweatpants. Yup. He was going to be so helpful.

You got out of the bath, feeling more relaxed, minus your breasts, and got into your lounge clothes, then made your way out to the living room. You stopped in the doorway and watched as Frankie grunted looking at his phone with a feral intensity and his hand palming his crotch.

“Am I interrupting anything?” Your tone was teasing and the grin on your face told him to not stop on your account.

“I think I can help you… with your tiddy problem.”, he grunted, tossing his phone to the couch and standing up. He walked towards you, his eyes fixed on your chest, and he licked his lips.

“Frankie! I said they’re sore!”

“I know… and I wanna help.”, he groaned as he pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck. If it wasn’t for the fact you both had pronounced bellies, you know you’d feel his cock pressing into you.

His hand came up and slipped under your shirt and he gently caressed your breast through your flimsy bralette. Your breath hitches and he hushed you and kissed your neck again.

“Don’t think you understand what you do to me, looking like this, mama… your fucking body is just…”

He grunted as his cock tried to find friction when he bucked his hips, and he softly twisted your nipple. You gasped and let out a pained whine, but he held you firmly where you were.

“Lemma help, mama… please.”, he pleaded against your neck, breathing heavily. “Lemme make it better.”

You winced again at his hands, as gentle and wonderful as they felt, and seriously considered telling him off. But the desperation in his voice plus the warmth of his hand on your swollen breast gave you pause.

He stood up, nudging his nose against yours, his eyelids heavy and he whispered please again. You nodded and he led you to the couch.

Once you were seated, he went to the bathroom and grabbed a few towels, and put them beside you. He leaned down, holding himself above you with his hand on the back of the couch. He kissed you, and you could tell he was holding himself back as he did. He released your lips and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Fuck, Mouse, you look so good like this…”, he panted as he stood up. “I’m gonna help…”

He dropped to his knees between yours and pushed your shirt up over tour belly, kissing and mouthing his way up. You watched him with wide eyes, and it dawned on you what he was planning.

“Frankie? What are you gonna-“

“Gonna make it better, mama… gonna help you.”, he grunted again, pushing your shirt your breasts and pulling it over your head.

He sat back on his heels and looked you over with a ravenous ferocity in his eyes.

“Fuck... yes, mama... look so good...”, he groaned, his hands going to your swollen middle. “No idea what it does to me to see you stretching out your shirts because you're so full of my baby... tits looking amazing....”

He dove his face forward, kissing your belly again, moving up to mouth your nipple through the jersey knit fabric of your bralette. It felt amazing, but also completely confusing and overwhelming. The only time Frankie had expressed this much admiration for your swollen body was when he was drunk; he would get handsy and needy and would whine and beg you to ride him or let him fuck you in front of a mirror so he could see you. He was never this demanding and gropey and domineering. This was new and you were not mad at it.

“Frankie...”, you whined as you panted when he nipped just a bit too hard at your breast. “Please! They’re so sore... please be gentle!”

“I know... I know, mama... I’m gonna help.”, he cooed, sucking your nipple lightly through your bralette.

You sucked in your breath and your hand went to his head, gripping his hair, and you winced as he added pressure with his hand to your other breast, causing it to leak a bit. When he felt the warmth of your milk saturate your bralette, he sat back and stared. His pupils were so blown out, you could no longer differentiate where his irises were, and his eyes were fixed on your clothed, leaking breast.

“Frankie... are you gonna...?”, you asked quietly through heavy breathing.

His eyes didn’t move as he nodded slowly and licked his lips. His hands came up and pulled your bralette off, releasing your heavy breasts, and his mouth immediately grasped one of your nipples and sucked. You let out a breathy whine and once again gripped his hair, this time with both hands. The pinch and pull of him sucking to get your milk moving was almost too much until you felt a release. You sighed at the relief that washed over you and Frankie groaned as milk spurted into his mouth.

He swallowed mouthful after mouthful of milk, grunting as he suckled, despite his belly already being full from his big dinner. He didn’t care about the ever-tightening feeling in his middle; his mind had a singular focus and that was what he had in his mouth.

When he felt like he couldn’t get more from that breast, he released your nipple and licked it, looking up at you with dark eyes and panting. He moved over to your other breast, now leaking even more, and nudged it with his nose and his tongue darted out, licking up the escaped milk.

“Jesus... Mouse... you taste so fucking good...”, he grunted as he lapped up the warm liquid. His voice sounded deep and primal, like your weeping tits had unlocked some deep seeded need Frankie hadn’t tapped into yet.

You locked eyes with him again and he made a low growl as he pulled your nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it greedily.

You leaned forward a bit and one of your hands slid down, looking for his hard cock, but his belly was in the way. You knew he was full before, but now his belly would rival yours. It felt tight and as your fingers rubbed and prodded him, and you felt his body move as he rutted his hips.

“Poor baby... bet your dick is just aching... but you’re too big for me to get it... I can feel how full you are, Frankie baby... belly’s getting big... but you like this, don’t you... getting fat because you put a baby in me... that’s it... good boy...”, you cooed, stroking his hair.

A low moan emanated from Frankie and his grip on your thighs tightened and he panted through gulps. When he finally drained the second breast, he sat back, and you released his hair. He looked like he was in another realm of existence, with milk dripping down his chin and his eyes blown out. He was panting and fell back and laid on the floor, his extremely full belly prominently jutting out above him and groaned.

It took some work, but you got up off the couch, pulled on your sweater, and stood above Frankie, gently rocking back and forth, rubbing your belly.

“Baby... your belly’s bigger than mine right now.”, you smiled, nudging his lovehandle gently with your foot and noted the wet patch on the crotch of his sweatpants. You grinned, knowing exactly what that was.

He lifted his head and looked at his swollen middle and dropped it back down again. “Fuck, I’m full.”, he groaned and closed his eyes.

“I’d get on the floor and give you a belly rub, but...”, you grinned, motioning to your baby bump. “We both don’t need to be stuck on the down there.”

Frankie huffed a laugh, his eyes opening as he looked up at you. “How are your boobs?”

“Much better, thank you.”, you chuckle, as he struggles to lug himself upright.

Once he stands up, you can see his back arching to accommodate the weight in his belly. You reach forward and rub his tummy and smile.

“Kinda over did it, huh?”, you asked, giving him a pat and leaning towards him to press a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”, he murmured as smiled and splayed his hand on your belly, feeling your little one moving around.

“So, you came in your pants, huh?”, you said pointedly with an eyebrow raised.

He huffed a laugh, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and pulled you to his side. “Yeah... I came in my fucking pants.”

“Sucking on my tits was so good that you came in your pants? You kinky bastard...”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah... ”, he grinned, nudging you towards the bedroom and swatting at your backside.

You stopped and grinned, biting your lower lip, as you felt his belly press into your back, and he wrapped his arms around your middle.

“Watch your mouth... carrying my baby can only save you from so much, Mama.”, he growled into your ear as he guided you down the hallway and int your bedroom.

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Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader

Summary:

Gar had a very hard day. You know you can’t take away the pain, so you try your best to distract him from it instead.

Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader. Friends to Lovers. Smut and Angst. Set during Season 1, Episode 7.

Word Count: 3,600

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THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: some emotional angst, mentions of trauma/PTSD - Gar kills someone for the first time and is very upset about it (as in the canon), friends to lovers, takes place during Season 1 Episode 7 (“Asylum”), descriptions of canon level violence, this is a smut fic, the reader character is implied to be fat, the reader character uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina, this isn’t a hard sub/dom relationship but there is sub/dom undertones, Gar is more submissive and the reader is more dominant, the reader calls Gar ‘good boy’ and he really likes it, tiddy sucking, p in v sex, unprotected sex, the reader rides Gar, creampie, quick/desperate sex. I believe that’s everything. Most of the focus here is on the emotional side of things and not the smut so if you wanna see more PWP, definitely let me know.

A/N: fic is titled after a Pierce The Veil song because I have been obsessed with the new album, and I think it really fits here. Having a trauma with someone, but it just draws you closer together and makes you seek comfort in them. I did consider making up a mission that wasn’t in the canon for this, but I am always drawn to how sad, wet, and pathetic he is after killing the scientist, especially if we’re doing sub!Gar - he seems especially subby and in need of comfort.

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When you woke up alone, you weren’t entirely surprised.

Of course you missed Gar’s presence beside you in bed. But you hadn’t exactly expected him to be sleeping peacefully after the day the two of you had.

You and Gar were always the type of best friends to share a bed. Both of you sought the kind of comfort that could only come from cuddling close to the warm body of a safe person. Most often, you could only fall asleep beside each other.

It had been that way since he had first been taken in by Doctor Caulder and he had come to you for comfort after he had woken up sorely missing his parents. On that first night, you had fallen asleep cradling him, and pretty much every night since then, the two of you shared a bed without question.

The two of you were just intensely affectionate people, and you saw nothing wrong with expressing your friendship through those simple touches. It was just friendly, after all.

The two of you always hugged each other tight and held hands while walking in public. There were many times when Gar put his arm around you or kissed you on the forehead, or times when you kissed him on the cheek. You weren’t shy about expressing your very platonic love for your best friend (at least, that’s what you had to tell yourself).

The two of you weren’t romantically involved - you were just very close best friends.

No matter what others thought when they looked at you, having those stereotypes in their minds about a guy and girl not being able to be ‘just friends’. Even if you wanted to play into that stereotype so badly with him - even if you wanted all of those people to be right. You would never risk ruining your friendship with him just because of some annoying crush. You were very good at keeping all of your stupid feelings trapped inside of your chest.

Especially on days like this. When life got hardest, he needed you to be there more as a friend than anything else. And you needed him too.

It was one of the reasons that he had gotten into bed with you that night, despite the fact that he scoffed at the very mention of trying to sleep. He wanted to be there for you. So you really weren’t surprised when you woke up and the bed was cold, void of his presence. Because of course, he couldn’t sleep.

It had been a long, hectic, shitty day.

After everything that had happened, you weren’t even really ‘sleeping’ yourself.

You were drifting on the edge of consciousness, so exhausted from the day that your body was trying to forcibly knock you out. Between Kory and Dick screwing loudly on one side and Rachel and her birth mother chattering brightly and even crying on the other side, you had been having a very hard time falling asleep. That, and the horrors of the day still flashing through your mind. It made for a deadly cocktail that kept you awake. If not for the pure exhaustion of day’s events weighing you down - then you probably wouldn’t have closed your eyes at all.

When you came back into a hard consciousness this time, though, you missed the feeling of Gar’s arm around your waist. You instantly missed the feeling of his pleasant warmth at your back - cradling you, making you feel safe.

Before you even had your fully eyes open, you were out of bed yourself. It was almost an instinct, being so entirely drawn to him. You wandered out to the larger living space of the very expensive condo ‘safehouse’ with your socked feet on the cold floor. You clutched at your own arms under the loose sleeves of your oversized sleep shirt as goosebumps formed on your skin.

You wondered in the back of your mind what the weather was like outside and if Dick had turned on the heat before going to bed. Then you had to wonder if adjusting the thermostat was even a concern in anyone’s mind after such a long day. It was probably only on your mind now that you were missing your human heater.

You found Gar sitting on the couch.

He had his oversized green headphones on, his phone screen providing the only real light in the room - aside from the everpresent glow of the city that leaked in from the tall glass panels that could be called walls in the ultra modern house. He was holding the screen inches away from his face as he slumped back against the unused couch.

He was likely making an imprint of himself that would be the only ‘lived in’ essence of the overwhelming cold, expensive atmosphere of the place. From the sideways tilt of the screen and the way his thumbs were moving, you easily guessed that he was playing some kind of game. Something to distract his mind from the day’s events still playing there on repeat like a bad movie.

He was wearing a pair of sweatpants that Dick had given him, dug out of a drawer of clothing that was apparently always kept in the place in case a need for it should come up. Just something else the ‘safehouse’ stocked, like food, medical supplies, and monetary currency from all different countries (because Bruce was rich and paranoid enough to be prepared for ‘any scenario’).

Gar had paired the pants with one of your tee shirts.

Something that was slightly big on him even with his natural muscle mass filling it out, bright tie-dye and worn-in cotton. It was purely you. Having the fabric draped over his body did make him feel at least somewhat at ease because it was soaked in your natural smell. It made him feel close to you even when he had gotten out of bed.

He hadn’t wanted to bother you with his tossing and turning or the bright glowing light of his phone screen when he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep properly.

He felt your presence in the room, but he didn’t look up until you crept further toward him, steering into his hazy peripheral view. He shrugged off the headphones as he looked up, locking eyes with you over the top of his phone. Your heart ached as you saw that expression so well illuminated by the sharp white light from the screen. He had the face of a kicked puppy, big wide eyes staring you down. Especially because he was making a clear effort not to let his mouth curl into a deep whimpering frown.

You knew that the events of the day had been particularly hard on him.

Of course, there was the obvious. The mental exhaustion and fear of being kidnapped and held hostage. The pulsating adrenaline of wondering if he was going to come out alive, on top of the worry he felt for you, Rachel, Dick, and Kory. The intense physical torture he had suffered at the hands of ‘scientists’ controlled by a doomsday cult.

But on top of all of it, he had experienced something far worse. Something that you knew was far more taxing on his mind.

He had killed someone for the first time.

You feared that he was too gentle for killing. Even with the amazing power he wielded.

Gar - someone who protested eating meat because he hated the idea of an animal being harmed for the sake of his nutrition. Gar - someone who always scooped up spiders and household pests to bring them outside because in his opinion, even the smallest of creatures deserve peace.

You knew that he was someone who never planned on using his powers to truly harm anyone.

But the moment the choice had been presented to him - to use his powers to harm someone, or to let you be harmed - it hadn’t really been a choice in his mind at all.

You had been backed into a corner. You thought you had been clever, breaking out of the room they had locked you in with nothing more than an earring as a lockpick. But without a weapon and without a plan, Gar saw them threatening you and became blind with rage.

Before he truly knew what was happening, he tasted flesh.

A very large part of him didn’t regret it. He would choose your life over the life of someone unknown - someone who was going to hurt you - any day of the week. He knew that, if given the same choice, he would do it all over again.

But there was another part inside of him that kept gnawing with guilt. Another part that said he was wrong, that said there should have been some other way. Something inside of him that said he was now just the villain in someone else’s story - that he wasn’t any better than the people who tried to hurt you in the first place.

In a lot of ways, that voice said, he was worse than them.

That voice made it difficult for him to sleep.

“Can’t sleep?” You hummed out, approaching the couch to come and sit beside him.

Gar did little more than shrug in response to the question. He didn’t want to admit the weakness aloud. He didn’t want to tell you that he was warring with guilt over something that the others - especially you - didn’t seem to struggle with.

You both already knew the answer. It had been a hard day for him. Of course sleep was far beyond his grasp.

In a silent, but comfortable exchange, Gar locked his phone and set it aside, entirely uncaring of saving his progress in the game while you sat down beside him. You slid onto the couch with your butt half nestled on top of his hip and your legs strung across his lap. He reached one arm in front of you, draping it over the thickness of your thighs. In a very natural move, he lazily wrapped his knuckles around your bare skin.

Neither of you bothered to acknowledge your lack of pants - the fact that you were only wearing underwear with your oversized sleep shirt. You were so used to each other at this point that casual states of undress didn’t really need to be acknowledged.

He drew mindless patterns into your skin with his thumb and slung his other arm over the back of the couch, bringing you into his lovely natural warmth. You laid your head onto his chest, easily cuddling into his side as you indulged in the familiarity. With his phone turned off, the darkness ruminating through the room was a silent cloak that enveloped the two of you. It made it much easier to fall into that routine of comfort that the two of you always embraced.

You would explicitly deny that his touch on your bare skin felt like a deadly trail of needles erupting with fire - in the best way possible. Now was not the time for your lust to be breaking through. He was your best friend, and he was clearly in need of comfort.

“I missed my human heater.” You mumbled out quietly, nuzzling into his side affectionately.

He let out a hazy breath - some attempt at a laugh in response to your affectionate nickname for him. It was something he knew well about your friendship. You had a constantly chilly body, and he would always be there to warm you up with his blazen hot skin. Just another perk from his mutation - even when he got stuck out in the snow, he never ran cold.

Now that you had acknowledged that wordless question (the reason you had gotten out of bed, why you couldn’t sleep), it was Gar’s turn to do the same.

It hung in the air over his head and turned into a stony silence in the quiet, dark room that made each of his breaths seem particularly heavy beside your ear. It was a tension that built upon itself for a few moments. You weren’t going to ask, even though you had a feeling you virtually already knew the answer. You wondered if he was going to come out and admit it before you simply dragged him back to bed and forced him to stay there out of your own selfish need.

But then he finally broke the silence by saying the words.

“Whenever I close my eyes… I just keep seeing his face.”

His words were tentative, a quiet whimper released into the room after being trapped in his chest for too long. Like electricity, shocking and impossible to avoid, you felt his pain surging through you. It caused your throat to clench painfully. You shifted slightly, turning so that you could get a better look at his face. Even in the dimness, the sad glassiness of his eyes practically glowed.

“Gar,”

You called out his name, your own voice giving away a depth of weakness that you held for him. Before you could help it, you were reaching up and cradling the side of his face with a cupped palm. Even though your hands were cool, the feeling was intensely comforting to him - just because it was you. He couldn’t help but lean into it, leaning on your hand as though it was the only thing in the world holding him up in that moment. When he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force some of that terrible guilt away, he accidentally forced the tears out and let them leak freely onto your hand.

“Oh, baby.” You cooed out.

You were entirely unsure why the nickname popped out. The sound of it on your own lips even surprised you. It was something you had never called him before. But he didn’t stop you, didn’t seem to find it unpleasant, so you continued.

“You did what you had to do.” You told him with certainty. “You saved my life.”

That was something infinitely valuable to him. But he wondered if somehow, he had diminished his own value in the process.

More thick tears slipped down his face and you thumbed them away upon instinct. He swallowed thickly before he spoke again, though this time his words were heavily entrenched in those tears.

“What if that man had a family?” Gar sniffled quietly. “What if-?”

“Of course he had a family, Gar.” You quickly cut him off, knowing that his words were quickly spiraling into a deep, putrid guilt.

That guilt was definitely something you felt the need to save him from.

Upon hearing your words, he looked at you with sharp hurt in his eyes. Clearly, he had been expecting you to argue against his point, rather than confirm it. But you had a completely different line of thinking in mind.

“Everyone does.” You continued on. “Everyone has people who miss them. But you can’t waste your sympathy on some fictional family you’ve made up for the guy in your head. Having a family and being missed doesn’t give people the right to attack others and get away with it. The possibility of being missed doesn’t mean that people can go through life without seeing the consequences of their actions.”

Gar let out a quiet huff. It was a sound of defeat - a signal saying that your words had punctured his surface, but hadn’t quite set in yet.

When he didn’t say anything in reply, you continued.

“You’re my family.” You told him firmly.

You used the hold on his cheek to fully turn his head toward yours, and you gently angled into him so that your foreheads were pressed together. Gar closed his eyes and basked in the soothing feeling as you continued talking.

“And I’m yours. And I really, truly don’t care about who lives or dies outside of us. I don’t care what happens as long as we’re safe. And we’re together.”

You wanted to add on a verbal exception for the others - for Rachel, and Dick, and Kory, and likely Rachel’s mom just for her sake. An exception for the people who had quickly also become your family in the short time since you had met them. But you had a feeling that Gar knew about this exception in your mind without you having to voice it.

Gar swallowed hard again, and this time you felt it bob harshly through him while pressed so closely together. You felt him let out a harsh breath before he spoke again.

“I guess… I guess I’m just worried about what you think of me now.” He spoke the words so quietly, as if his fear even crept into voicing this. “I don’t want my favorite person in the world to be afraid of me. Or… to think I’m a bad person.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” You quickly argued the point, a slight laughter on your lips at the mere thought of it - at the mention of being afraid of someone like him.

Yes, he could turn into a giant green tiger, and yes, seeing him use that power to its full extent for the first time had been… jarring. But you would never be afraid of someone who cried during Pixar movies and said it was ‘inhumane’ to kill the animals in Minecraft for food.

“I could never be afraid of you, Gar.” You easily added on. “You’re not a bad person. You’re such a good person. You’re so good. You’re such a good boy.”

Those words struck a cord deep within his soul, and a whimper escaped his lips before he could stop it.

“Say that again.” He told you, so pitifully that it almost sounded like begging. “Please?”

“You’re such a good boy.” You repeated yourself, running your thumb along the soft skin of his cheek once again. “You’re a good boy, Gar.”

In a moment, the air shifted.

The magnetism between the two of you came to a fierce head, and the desperation, the vulnerability that the day’s events had brought forward morphed itself from pain and sadness into something the two of you knew well in the presence of each other - pure wanting. But this time, both of you were exhausted and completely lacking the energy to have any self control to hold it back.

“Y/N-”

He barely got out a whimper of your name before you pressed forward that extra inch, stealing his breath as you pressed your lips to his. It was a perfect moment - a beautiful culmination of everything you had ever wanted since meeting him. You definitely weren’t going to waste it.

He moaned into the kiss and you echoed it back, gulping in breaths through your nose so you wouldn’t have to pull away from the soft cushion of his lips, not even for a moment. When he reached for a greedy grip on the back of your head, filthy and wanting, gently nibbling on your bottom lip - your instincts took over. You blindly swung a leg out, climbing over his waist, and he let out a sharp hiss at the feeling of your weight being planted in his lap. You were beautiful and whole as you sat down on top of him, a perfect reminder that this wasn’t just a dream as his cock quickly swelled to life under the heat of your core where it brushed against his borrowed pants.

“Please-” He whimpered into your mouth, barely able to get the word out before you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, making him moan out shakily in the most beautiful way.

You planted your hands on his shoulders, easily taking control of the situation - not that he cared. He felt like he belonged under your controlling grip, under the pleasant weight of your body as his hard cock throbbed underneath your perfect weight. In a blur of heady kisses, swapping breath with the only man you had ever wanted like this, you got your underwear off and got his pants around his ankles. He shoved your shirt up over your breasts to possessively latch onto one of them with his mouth as you reached down and lined up his pulsing cock with your wet, wanting cunt.

“Oh-”

He let out another beautifully pathetic whimper as you sunk down onto him in one smooth movement. Your tight, wet heat quickly surrounded him and made his head spin. You felt so full that it almost choked you, but the hot pangs of electricity that shot up through your pussy easily spurred you on. You wasted no time before you began a brutal pace, bouncing on his lap as if he was nothing more than a toy for your own pleasure. The slap of skin on skin was irritably loud in the otherwise silent room, accompanied only by Gar’s harsh, animalistic pants and your choked-off moans as you struggled to comprehend the fullness of his nearly overwhelming cock.

You both needed it. You needed the intense sting of pleasure to push out the worries of the day.

With Gar’s hands gripping at your waist as if you might slip away at any moment and his face buried in your breasts, you almost didn’t hear the quiet murmur of his request when he managed to get the words out beyond that blinding pleasure.

“Say it again,” He choked out past his harsh breaths. “Please!”

It took your cock-drunk brain a moment to comprehend it, but when the gears fully churned, you instantly knew what he meant.

“You’re a good boy,”

You moaned out, reaching a hand up to pet through his hair. You took a fierce grip on those green locks, never once faltering in the harsh, unforgiving rhythm of your hips as you continued to piston yourself up and down on his cock.

“You’re a good boy, Gar.”

“Oh - fuck!” Gar grunted into your chest.

At the sound of your voice saying this, declaring that he was a good boy - he abruptly came inside you.

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📢VI WITH NIP PIERCINGS📢VI WITH NIP PIERCINGS📢

And they’re so sensitive too! And she’s such a whiner aww!! She’s sputtering and squealing and oh so out of breath whenever they’re played with<3

I just wanna suck on her tiddies sooo bad and pull the piercings with my teeth<3

I've been thinking about this ask all day because Fuck. I also have like ,,,, a severe love for Vi's boobs? Like they look so fucking good I wanna suck on em <3

She does strike me as the type to be like, ,,, super wary of nip piercings at first just because a needle? in her titty? not fucking likely. until one day she's like .,,,, well ,,,, they do look cute. Next thing she knows she has two pretty steel barbells decorating two very sore nipples. The healing process was a bitch because she kept getting them caught on shit, but she managed. And she loves them! They look super fucking cool and them make her feel confident!

What she did not expect though ,,, sensitivity. From what I've heard, getting your nipples pierced makes them way more sensitive. And Vi's tits were already super sensitive before, like soak her panties with a few touches sensitive. Can you fucking imagine adding to that?

You two were together before she got them pierced, so you knew they were sensitive. And you were there through the healing process, which means the second she could Safely let you play with them, you dragged her into the bedroom and latched on.

She's sat in your lap, grinding into you as you leave hickies all over her tits, teasing her by avoiding her nipples.

"Pumpkin, please," She whines, arching her back and shoving her tits into your face. Her voice is so high and breathy and needy, you just say fuck it and suck one pretty pierced nub into your mouth.

And Vi fucking wails, feeling the full extent of the pleasure when you bring one hand up to roll the neglected bud between your fingers. It feels so fucking good to finally have her tits back in your hands and mouth, the heft of them against you turning your brain to mush. Vi's loving every second of it, scrambling for purchase and grinding down into you even harder, trying to get any friction at all.

"Feels so fucking good holy shit baby – ah – 'm sensitive, shit," She babbles, whimpering when you shove one hand down her pants, rubbing at her needy clit while focusing your attention on her tits.

You switch to her other nipple, laving at the bud and gently tugging the barbell into your mouth. Vi squeals, clawing at your back and pressing you against her chest even more. It makes her head fuzzy, the full extent of the pleasure. Going months without true nipple stimulation, plus the added sensitivity of the piercings, all made her wildly needy and she could feel her orgasm creeping up on her. She whines, grinding against your fingers even harder, begging you to keeping playing with her nipples.

You obey, pulling and nipping at the barbells, but you shift your hand down a little bit so that you can slip two fingers into Vi's needy little cunt and grinding your palm against her clit.

"That's it pretty girl, use me," You whisper before immediately latching back onto her tits, doubling your efforts to kiss and lick and pull at her sensitive nipples. Vi whines, grinding down harder and harder, head lolling back at the sheer sensitivity of it all.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum pumpkin, shit, shit, ah-"

She can't get anything more out before she cries out, shaking against you, needy cunt clenching and leaking into your palm and her pants. She's trembling, her tits shaking with how hard she's cumming, and you're entranced, leaving gentle, open mouthed kisses all over her chest.

By the time Vi comes down, she's huffing and slumping into your hold, kissing you so gently it makes your heart ache. You think she's gonna leave it at that, until she presses you down into the bed and slides down your body, taking special care to massage your tits before whispering to you.

"Hmm, maybe you should get yours pierced, feels really fucking good, pumpkin."

#anon #arcane vi #arcane vi x reader #arcane vi smut #arcane vi x reader smut

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tenpintsofsundrop · 11 months

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Shared Trauma

Sub!Gar Logan x Dom!Fem!Reader Smut Blurb

Based on this request from @danversxwasabi.

Concept: Gar had a very hard day. You know you can't take away the pain, so you try your best to distract him from it instead.

Word Count: 3,600

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A/N: fic is titled after a Pierce The Veil song because I have been obsessed with the new album, and I think it really fits here. Having a trauma with someone, but it just draws you closer together and makes you seek comfort in them. I did consider making up a mission that wasn't in the canon for this, but I am always drawn to how sad, wet, and pathetic he is after killing the scientist, especially if we're doing sub!Gar - he seems especially subby and in need of comfort.

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When you woke up alone, you weren’t entirely surprised.

Of course you missed Gar’s presence beside you in bed. But you hadn’t exactly expected him to be sleeping peacefully after the day the two of you had.

The two of you were just intensely affectionate people, and you saw nothing wrong with expressing your friendship through those simple touches. It was just friendly, after all.

The two of you weren’t romantically involved - you were just very close best friends.

Especially on days like this. When life got hardest, he needed you to be there more as a friend than anything else. And you needed him too.

It had been a long, hectic, shitty day.

After everything that had happened, you weren’t even really ‘sleeping’ yourself.

You found Gar sitting on the couch.

Gar had paired the pants with one of your tee shirts.

He hadn’t wanted to bother you with his tossing and turning or the bright glowing light of his phone screen when he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep properly.

You knew that the events of the day had been particularly hard on him.

But on top of all of it, he had experienced something far worse. Something that you knew was far more taxing on his mind.

He had killed someone for the first time.

You feared that he was too gentle for killing. Even with the amazing power he wielded.

You knew that he was someone who never planned on using his powers to truly harm anyone.

But the moment the choice had been presented to him - to use his powers to harm someone, or to let you be harmed - it hadn’t really been a choice in his mind at all.

Before he truly knew what was happening, he tasted flesh.

In a lot of ways, that voice said, he was worse than them.

That voice made it difficult for him to sleep.

“Can’t sleep?” You hummed out, approaching the couch to come and sit beside him.

You both already knew the answer. It had been a hard day for him. Of course sleep was far beyond his grasp.

“I missed my human heater.” You mumbled out quietly, nuzzling into his side affectionately.

Now that you had acknowledged that wordless question (the reason you had gotten out of bed, why you couldn’t sleep), it was Gar’s turn to do the same.

But then he finally broke the silence by saying the words.

“Whenever I close my eyes… I just keep seeing his face.”

“Gar,”

“Oh, baby.” You cooed out.

“You did what you had to do.” You told him with certainty. “You saved my life.”

That was something infinitely valuable to him. But he wondered if somehow, he had diminished his own value in the process.

More thick tears slipped down his face and you thumbed them away upon instinct. He swallowed thickly before he spoke again, though this time his words were heavily entrenched in those tears.

“What if that man had a family?” Gar sniffled quietly. “What if-?”

“Of course he had a family, Gar.” You quickly cut him off, knowing that his words were quickly spiraling into a deep, putrid guilt.

That guilt was definitely something you felt the need to save him from.

Gar let out a quiet huff. It was a sound of defeat - a signal saying that your words had punctured his surface, but hadn’t quite set in yet.

When he didn’t say anything in reply, you continued.

“You’re my family.” You told him firmly.

“And I’m yours. And I really, truly don’t care about who lives or dies outside of us. I don’t care what happens as long as we’re safe. And we’re together.”

Gar swallowed hard again, and this time you felt it bob harshly through him while pressed so closely together. You felt him let out a harsh breath before he spoke again.

“I’m not afraid of you.” You quickly argued the point, a slight laughter on your lips at the mere thought of it - at the mention of being afraid of someone like him.

“I could never be afraid of you, Gar.” You easily added on. “You’re not a bad person. You’re such a good person. You’re so good. You’re such a good boy.”

Those words struck a cord deep within his soul, and a whimper escaped his lips before he could stop it.

“Say that again.” He told you, so pitifully that it almost sounded like begging. “Please?”

“You’re such a good boy.” You repeated yourself, running your thumb along the soft skin of his cheek once again. “You’re a good boy, Gar.”

In a moment, the air shifted.

“Y/N-”

“Please-” He whimpered into your mouth, barely able to get the word out before you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, making him moan out shakily in the most beautiful way.

“Oh-”

You both needed it. You needed the intense sting of pleasure to push out the worries of the day.

“Say it again,” He choked out past his harsh breaths. “Please!”

It took your cock-drunk brain a moment to comprehend it, but when the gears fully churned, you instantly knew what he meant.

“You’re a good boy,”

“You’re a good boy, Gar.”

“Oh - fuck!” Gar grunted into your chest.

At the sound of your voice saying this, declaring that he was a good boy - he abruptly came inside you.

#sundrop writes #blood tw #gar logan x reader #gar logan #garfield logan x reader #garfield logan #titans #dc titans #dc titans x you #dc #titans fanfiction #dc titans x reader #titans x reader #beast boy x reader

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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While contemplating tiddy Dew, I had a wonderful thought.

So the ghouls can shapeshift and all that jazz, that's how Dew wound up with his tits in the first place.

Well, consider; Cumulus wants to put Dew in his place after he's been a bit too cocky, really wants to work him over, ya know?

But she doesn't have any of her "tools" because they're traveling, and running to a shop is not an option at the moment... so she just makes herself her own.

Like actually.

For the sole purpose of dicking him down, which eventually turns into Cumulus getting Swiss to help her turn Dew into jello.

Why Swiss?

Swiss knows every little thing to say to make Dew absolutely pathetic in his grasp.

Praise? Encouragement? A little lighthearted teasing when Dew starts whining that it's too much...

Basically Cumulus and Swiss tag team Dew and the poor ghoul can't even stand when they're done.

That is all.

Lamp. oh FUCK. oh no. OK. She makes it a little girthier than Dew is used to taking. Modeled after the toy they have at home that makes him a little twitchy when it comes out of the chest. The one he knows takes time and patience and leaves him sore and satisfied for days after. And the thing about Dew, is that if you really want to work him over--put him in his place--you go slow. You take your time. So Cumulus forces him to move at a glacial pace. Working her fingers in slowly while Swiss sits behind him and holds him. Tweaking his little pink nipples, tugging on the rings through the. Torturing him with pain and pleasure and none of it is enough--not yet. But it's still a lot. Still all-consuming. Dew's shivering with it before Cumulus even works the third finger inside of him. She strokes herself lazily as she does it, making sure Dew sees it--knows what she's working with. And Swiss whispers to him about how Lu is going to split him in half. Carve a home for herself inside of him. And Dew wants it. Is begging for it. Wants Cumulus' cock apparently more than he's ever wanted anything else in his life. When she finally does push in, Swiss has to shove four of his fingers into Dew's mouth to keep him from wailing. His eyes roll back. When he says it's too much, Swiss smooths a hand over his spine and tells him he's doing great. When the sudden panic receeds to pleasure and Dew starts canting his hips, trying to take more, Swiss calls him greedy. Does whatever he can to keep Dew's cheeks red as Cumulus fucks him into next week. Swiss has to carry him to the bath--and then back to bed when they're done. They all sleep so well that night, and Cumulus promises to keep the cock for a few more days--mostly because Swiss wants to take a ride.

#comet comments #lamp #Cumulus/Dew/Swiss #GOD #shapeshifting ghouls #You can't just give me Cumulus with a dick and expect me to be normal about it

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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JJK Men When You Randomly Grab Their Tiddy (Black Fem! Reader)

A/N: I love Men’s tiddies.

Ft. Toji, Geto, Gojo

CW: Chaos and Gropping

Toji

I mean…who wouldn’t grab em

He’s constantly grabbing your titties so why not cop a feel yourself

However he thinks you’re just being horny and you have to let him know you didn’t mean it in a sexual way

He was laying on his back with no shirt on on your bed reading a pin up magazine and you felt like harassing him since it was his day off.

He doesn’t understand why you keep staring at him and gets a bit irritated.

“Come here.” His voice was low and raspy considering he was constantly tired on his off days. “What are you Doing, sweetheart?” He grabbed your hands to play with your fingers “Hm?”

You lost your train of thought until you felt his hand swat on your butt telling you to “pay attention “

You climbed on his lap to straddle him still looking at those huge GINANAMASOUROUS bazooongas he got

“I um…can I squeeze them?”

“What my balls?”

“No! Your boobies!”

“They’re not bo—-“

“Okay fine your chest i wanna squeeze em!”

He playfully rolls his eyes at you. Really? You’re watching him like a thief of the night and all you wanted to do was squeeze his TIDDIES?

“Okay…ah-!” He quickly grabbed your wrist, making you furrow your brows in confusion, “Gatta cockwarm me first.”

Your face went deadpanned. This horny mf—

“I’m still sore from this morning…”

“Quit lying I didn’t even go hard on you I was half sleep.”

“….fine. I’m not wet though—“

“Okay then sit on my face—-“

“ALL I WANNA DO IS GRAB YOUR TITS TOJI—“

Toji laughed seeing you so irritated with his demands. He of course wouldn’t let you do anything you didn’t want and enjoyed annoying you so he let go and threw his arms behind his head. “I’m just fucking with you…”

Your fake little pout quickly turned into a smile giving two big handful squeezes of his fluffy soft chest.

“Wow for a built guy you sure have soft tiddies.”

“Jealous?” He smirked at you, you glared at him with annoyance and pinched his nipple making him chuckle lowly wrapping his arms on your body dwarfing you into his chest. “Don’t you dare do that again.” Toji’s voice had a bit of playfulness in it as he warned you in your ear before peppering you with kisses.

Gojo

Mf wants YOU to squeeze em

He been working out a bit more and he just had to annoy somebody about it—somebody being you

“Look my boobs are almost as big as yours —feel!”

Mf will grab your hand and force you to grope him.

Eventually ends up making you rub his nipples with your fingers.

“Why are you like this.” Not giving him eye contact because you were so comfortable on the couch scrolling through TikTok with one hand now because the other was occupied touching your boyfriend’s chest.

“Commmonnnnnnn y/nnnnnnnn.” He snatched your phone making you cuss at him. He was smiling at you through his shades kneeling beside where you were laying completely shirtless. Most women would pounce at the opportunity of touching Gojo Satoru’s tits but you have been with him long enough to get accustomed to his crap.

“Just one squeeze! —-Like how I do your ass.”

“SATO!”

You groaned and adjusted yourself to get up looking at him tired like as your scarf was slipping off your head, he scooted closer in between your legs with his chest puffed out like a bird biting his lip in excitement. He really enjoyed having his tits played with.

You groped them and smirked. They did in fact get bigger.

“Why are they so round.” You flick his nipple making him snicker flinching holding his sensitive teets. “Mine aren’t even that perky.

“Aww Baby.” He pecked your pouty lips. “Your tits are Devine. Let me see em.”

“No!”

“Commonnnn you seen mine!”

“YOU MADE ME—?!”

Geto

“BACK WOMAN!”

“LET ME TOUCH THEM!”

“BACK I SAY—!”

Almost everyday after he finishes training, Geto dreads coming home because it’s like you have some kinda sweat kink the way you immediately wanna grope him when he comes back home sweaty

Moreso his tiddies

He knows you love grabbing his chest, he lets you do it a lot when you both cuddle but eventually you start to suck on his nipples as well and he’s just so sensitive there he can’t last too long when you do it so he tries to keep the Gropping to a minimum

But you’re nearing your cycle and you get very touchy and horny during this time

Geto and you were running around the entire house as you were like a dog in heat trying to catch a bone.

More like Geto’s bone.

But today his chest looked extra groppable. They looked so bouncy and squishy especially with his scar showing right in the middle of it.

You needed to squeeze em.

Right now. Geto was on one side of the dining room table and you were on the other breathing harshly after running up and down the stairs as if it were a game of tag.

“JUST LET ME TOUCH YOU!”

“NO YOU ALWAYS GET CARRIED AWAY WHEN YOU ARE LIKE THIS LET ME TAKE A SHOWER!”

“LET ME TAKE ONE WITH YOU—“

“UNHAND ME—”

He rushed out the dining room and you scurried right behind him. You got tired of his antic and started to get impatient so you did the most sane thing to do

You jumped on his back and you both fell.

Thank God you had long carpeted hallways because Geto probably would have had a broken nose the way he face planted on the floor.

“Y/N!” He rolled over on his back laughing completely giving up. He was so over you right now seeing you rub and press your hands against his sweaty chest, smiling at them like you found gold. “What is wrong with you?”

“I love your tiddies so much.”

“Yeah I know you do—-ah!” Geto croaked out a moan feeling you already latching your lips to his nipples.

Don’t worry he got back at you later.

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sluttyten · 3 years

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how to know if you’re experiencing pms symptoms or covid symptoms, asking for a friend

#because on the one hand there’s sore tiddies #and on the other there’s a headache that’s lasted for 2 days now plus some light nausea and a little bit of chills #which are all symptoms I get for my period but usually I don’t get chills until the first day of my period which isn’t happening yet #but also it’s winter and cold outside so it makes sense to be cold #but also also the area I live in is really bad with covid atm and one of my managers apparently tested positive (I never work with her tho)#and another girl who I crossed paths with at the end of my shift the other day had to go get tested today #and like...... it’s all the night shift people at my job that are getting covid (except one girl in the morning shift had it like two months #ago) but I’m pretty sure they do not sanitize at night as well as they should and fucking customers definitely don’t respect wearing a mask #properly and I feel like I was somewhere recently around people but maybe that was just a dream?? idk I’m pretty sure I’m just experiencing #pms with extra bad symptoms because I knew my period was an irregular bitch but I missed last month and I always feel like she comes back #with a vengeance after being gone for a month #as if it’s not already bad enough waking me up in the middle of the night literally feeling like I’m dying #like this better not be covid I’m supposed to get the first dose of the vaccine next week #but also if this is (which I hope it’s not obviously BUT) then I would have to miss work next week and not help out with this thing that I #may be recruited to do that I don’t really want to do #anyway sorry for this rant #also my headache is could also possibly be because yesterday I didn’t have any protein plus it could be just a sinus headache due to the #weather flip flopping or tension now too due to just everything going on in this country

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smileysuh · 3 years

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Marks - Johnny & Jaehyun

🌙 staring. Johnny & Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. your soulmate sold your soul to not one but two demons.

tw/cw.: ex Haechan, threesome, some dirty talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, choking, tiddie worship, multiple orgasms, fingering, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess, kitten.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 14.2k

🍭 aus. demon au, soulmate au, poly, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I need them biblically

“I really should be going.” Haechan sighs, running a hand through unruly, chocolate brown locks. They’ve been here since after dance practice, where Haechan had worked so hard that his muscles are bound to be sore tomorrow- but he’ll do it again. Because he’s only a trainee, and if he wants to make it in the idol world, he’ll have to work harder… like the two men in front of him.

They’re not idols, but Haechan wouldn’t be surprised to see their faces on a billboard somewhere for some new amazing boy group- they can’t be more than their mid to late twenties, which is well within idol range- But maybe they’re actually something better than idols- they’re producers. And they can make all of Haechan’s dreams come true…

Or so they’ve been saying. But they’ve been wanting to get to know him first. And that’s how Haechan has ended up in a beautiful restaurant that overlooks Seoul after a grueling day of trainee practice, with producers who refer to themselves as Jaehyun and Johnny, no last names given- no way for Haechan to look into them - but he’s seen their luxury sports cars, and even if they do something illegal, Haechan’s starting to think maybe it’s worth it. The clean road to fame seemed nice four years ago, but there’s still no end in sight. Every day is filled with work- and on top of that, his relationship with you is falling apart-

Yes, you’re probably at the apartment wondering where he is-

“Do you have someone waiting at home?” Jaehyun asks, drawing Haechan’s gaze as he rises from his chair. Jaehyun is the less talkative of the two, he’s more of a watcher. He sits and drinks while Johnny talks in animated forms with Haechan, making him laugh and chatting about the life he could have, asking all sorts of questions- Jaehyun makes Haechan a little uncomfortable, an ever constant reminder that this is business. They’re not friends at a restaurant getting dinner.

“Yeah.” Haechan briefly wonders if the man can read his mind, the question having been too spot on- but he quickly brushes it aside and chalks it up to paranoia and exhaustion.

“What’s her name?” Johnny’s the next to make an inquiry, and his soft smile makes Haechan lower his guard - a mistake, he’ll soon realize. Because if there’s one thing demons love more than anything they could possibly profit from during a demon deal, it’s a soul completely innocent of any dealings with their world. A soul corruptible and clean. And like any great predator, once a demon - if not two incredibly dominant ones - find something they want, nothing can stop them from obtaining it.

Haechan groans underneath you, his face buried in the pillow as you massage his back, working away the knots under his beautiful honey skin. Your soulmate has been exhausted for the past week, coming home very late, but you always wait up for him. Haechan’s a whimpery baby who can’t be bothered to roll his own back out with a medicine ball the chiropractor gave him, so you make sure to work out his muscles every night before he sleeps and do stretches with him.

Lately it’s been the only time you even see him, your schedules are so off.

After this, he’ll pass out with you for a while, a nap really, then sneak away to play video games for a couple of hours through discord with his friends in the other room. Then, when he’s tired again, he’ll come back to bed and be with you when you wake up. He likes to lazily cuddle you, before burying his face in the pillows and sleeping until dance practice while you go to work or school depending on the day. And when you get home he’ll be gone.

“Haechan?” You ask, working your thumb into the center of his palm. He groans a little, in response or due to the pressure- you’re not sure. “Do you still love me?”

He laughs a little, and a moment later, he rolls over, forcing you to lift your body to accommodate him until he’s flat under you again with your legs on either side of his hips. He grabs your hands and laces your fingers, pulling your wrist out. “You see this?”

He brings your joined hands up to your other wrist and drags his index finger across the words ‘sorry gorgeous’, from the day you’d met. He’d bumped into you on the street, nearly knocked you over, hands reaching out to steady you, and had said it: “Sorry Gorgeous.” the words that had been on your wrist since you’d turned sixteen and your soulmate mark had appeared, signifying that somewhere out there, you had a fated match, and his first words to you would be, surprise, “sorry gorgeous.”

“We’re soulmates.” He states firmly. “Come here.” He brings you down to him, peppering your face in kisses before his lips meet yours, hands slipping down to your waist.

He hadn’t really answered the question, but you suppose, as you’d first said to him - and is forever marked on his own wrist - ‘it’s fine.’ Although, as it had been that day, it really isn't.

“What?!” Haechan asks in shock, looking between Johnny and Jaehyun, who now seem to enclose him in the small booth. “You want… Y/N? But she’s not part of this-”

“You’re selling your soul to demons for fame Haechan. What did you think that would do to your soulmate? We’re offering an exchange. You keep your soul, all of it. And in return, we’ll take her.” Johnny smiles.

Haechan wonders how he’d ever found Johnny to be so charming. Had his smile been hiding a monster all along? Producers- as if! They’re Demons.

“How much fame do I get in return?”

Jaehyun and Johnny laugh. “How much do you want?”

Haechan sighs, then he leans back in his seat. “I’ve always liked being in a group, but being a soloist could be nice.”

“Less opportunity for variety and reality shows.” Jaehyun states.

“True. Do you need the details now?”

Johnny shakes his head. “No, we have all the time in the world, but you, on the other hand, only have your looks for so long.”

Haechan studies the beautiful men in front of him, eternally beautiful.

Eternally demonic.

“If you take Y/N, what will you do to her?” Haechan asks. He’s always been in love with fame more than he’s ever been in love with you, his real soulmate, but he still cares about you.

Johnny and Jaehyun exchange a look that doesn’t sit right in Haechan’s tummy, and it’s Johnny who answers smoothly, “nothing she doesn’t want.”

It sounds nefarious. Left purposefully ambiguous. Haechan thinks it’s better if maybe he doesn’t know what the demons have planned to do with you, he doesn’t want any guilt making his nights restless once he’s a famous idol, he’ll need his beauty sleep. “Give me a day and then I'll come back with details.” Haechan says.

“Perfect.” Johnny’s smile widens, “We’ll make you an idol Haechan, and all it’s going to cost you is your soulmate's soul.”

You’re waiting for Haechan, dressed in a cute little nightie to surprise him with something good after all the long hours he’s been working lately. Laying on the soft pillows, you’re becoming sleepy.

You let yourself close your eyes for a few minutes, then you decide to check your phone.

But when you sit up and reach for your bedside table to grab your phone, you find yourself not in your bedroom at all.

It’s a bedroom, it’s just not yours.

No, it’s substantially larger, sleeker and more modern, like a luxury hotel. There’s even a modern style indoor fire wall that reaches a man's mid thigh- he’s standing there, looking into the flames with his back to you, dressed in a black suit that shows off very wide shoulders.

“Told you she wasn’t sleeping.” A voice comes from your other side and you nearly jump in surprise, turning to face the new threat.

Your body relaxes for a moment at his beauty, only to recoil away from him- knowing there is something too perfect about him. His smirk widens, “Hey, princess.”

You gasp at a stinging on your wrist that comes immediately after his words. You tear your eyes from the handsome stranger and look at the mark on your skin that reads ‘sorry gorgeous’ the first words Haechan had ever spoken to you. Slowly, they begin to disappear, the beautiful loops you’d enjoyed tracing- giving way to unblemished skin-

Only for redness to blossom, forming two words, like Haechan’s had. But these are in a courier style, something sleek and sophisticated: ‘hey princess.’

“What-”

“That’s new,” the man in front of you reaches out for your arm and you pull it away, earning yourself a frown. He makes a motion with two fingers, and your wrist is lurched forward by some invisible grip, giving the beautiful man complete access to the mark on your skin.

“Don’t be scared.” Says a soft voice, then comes a feather light touch on your shoulder, and you turn to see the second man looming near the side of the bed, looking at your wrist.

Pain jolts on your other side, but it’s becoming familiar now, and not wholly bad- kind of like having a tooth pulled after a long time without. On your other side, in the same red as the first new mark, is it’s new twin, reading: ‘don't be scared’ in a controlled, slanted, scrawl.

“That is definitely new.”

Suddenly, the one who had called you princess lets you go and stands up. You feel like he’s mad at you- mad at the marks, and when he turns to look at you again, you cast your gaze down, not wanting to anger either of the men you’ve now found yourself with.

Something has gone horribly wrong- you can tell from the way that your skin has reacted to these two men. Your soulmate mark to Haechan had been black, as every soulmate mark always is- but these two are red.

As if this never before seen colour difference isn’t bad enough, you’ve never heard of a human ever having a soulmate mark change- fate is fate. Souls once tied are tied forever- right?

The beautiful man makes an aggravated sound and then, he disappears, right in front of your eyes. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, fighting the urge to cry or scream- or react in any way to the craziness that keeps getting worse and worse-

“Sorry about him.” the man who’d told you not to be scared approaches you, “feel free to look around, this apartment has no exits,” he reaches out and pinches your chin in a way that’s almost loving- but the touch of the stranger has you pulling away. “You’re welcome to any of the clothes in the closet kitten.”

He waits for a moment, as if to see if you’ll react to his remark about the clothes?

Who does he think he is? Your new sugar daddy?

With a sigh, the man in front of you does the exact same thing his friend had done earlier: he disappears, and with that, you’re left in a stunned silence.

There was no way for you to tell what time it was, or how long had passed since the two men had disappeared. You’d taken the time to look around, being very cautious as you assessed the space and stole a hoodie and sweatpant combo from the massive closet.

The bedroom you’d awoken in is nice, but through your wanderings, you realize it’s one of two in the large, sleek, apartment you’ve now found yourself in. The rooms are comparable in size, but whereas the first bedroom had been quite bare in it’s decor, the second one has more personal items in it. There are books scattered here and there, and you decide that they are the most interesting thing- well, besides your two new captors.

You wonder whose room this is, the pretty man, or the stoic protector. Looking over the covers of books that range from revolutionary texts such as Marx and Debord to a few romance novels and Jane Austen’s, whoever’s room this is, has quite a collection.

You pick up an old looking book, eyes skimming the front. “Dante’s Inferno.” you read, tilting your head while opening the book to the page marker at half way. Not only is this book battered by dog ears and a coffee stain on the front cover’s left hand corner- but the pages are covered in notes written in messy scrawl-

You lift your wrist, assessing the new mark there: ‘don’t be scared’.

It’s written in the same hand as whoever had marked up Dante’s Inferno, and you settle on this room belonging to the taller man, which does make some sense, because you feel more comfortable here than in the other room.

The sleek modernity of it all had been fantastical at first, but it had felt hollow and lacking after you’d been left to your own devices inside of it.

You decide to stay in this room, having a brief war with yourself over whether or not it’s okay. You think maybe you could get in trouble for snooping, but every time your mind goes this direction, you look down at the words on your wrist ‘dont be scared’.

The man had felt sincere when he’d said it, and now that the phrase is etched into your skin, you realize you can draw strength from it.

Your eyes move to your other wrist, ‘hey princess’, and you think you’re more scared of the man whose first words had burned your flesh- but if he’d called you princess, he couldn’t be that bad… could he?

Your heart aches for Haechan, a brutal lurching that takes over your form every time your soulmate pops into your brain. Thinking of Haechan has always brought you comfort, but now that his mark is gone, now that ‘sorry gorgeous’ has been replaced- the image of his face in your mind's eye only brings pain.

You find your way to the bed, curling up on the foot of it, your fingers grasping at the silky comforter to find solace in the material, and before you know it, you’re falling asleep.

“Let’s take her back.”

“You’re being crazy.” Johnny says for what feels like the tenth time.

“We signed a deal for her soul, not a deal to be soulmates.” Jaehyun hisses, eyes shifting to the other demons in the luxury club. No one else is listening to the two men who sit at their usual booth, but it doesn’t stop Jaehyun from being cautious. “This has never happened before.”

“How can you be sure?” Johnny rolls his eyes, “this has never happened before? Really, Jaehyun? Have you been around for forever?”

“Been around long enough.” Jaehyun answers, swirling his drink and eying the way the amber liquid moves around the glass. “This is our third time making a deal for the soul of the soulmate instead of our client, the third girl I’ve had waking up in my bed with delicious fear in her eyes-”

“And every time their soulmate mark stays,” Johnny sighs, “I know.”

He thinks back to the other two girls who had been so carelessly thrown away by lovers who had no idea how lucky they were to be gifted a soulmate.

The first girl, Jenni, whose soul they’d been gifted had been broken by the ordeal, completely overtaken by grief. Jaehyun had tired of her soul quickly, and Johnny, demonic or not, wasn’t a big fan of watching innocents suffer. She hadn’t belonged with them, and he’d released her back to the world above. Johnny still kept tabs on on her, peeking in from the darkness of the corners of her rooms some night to clear nightmares from her busy brain, or sometimes following her late at night to make sure she is safe-

He’d liked Jenni.

The second soul they’d taken belonged to a girl named Hyuna. She had wanted revenge and the two demons were more than happy to give it to her. When Johnny and Jaehyun had shown up with the spitfire girl whose own soulmate had given her up to the fires of hell- well, she’d had a lot of anger to take out.

Johnny checked up on Hyuna sometimes too. She’d denounced the idea of soulmates, especially the archaic ways that soulmates were tethered in monogamy, and she’d picked up two new lovers who Johnny was actually quite fond of, from the glimpses he’d had of the throuple at bowling alleys and bars when he was bored enough to pop in.

When Jaehyun had first picked up the call of a would be idol- Johnny hadn’t been keen on the idea of taking the soulmate. After two, he’d realized soulmates were always more trouble than they were worth- and they’d ended up taking the soul of their second victim’s boyfriend regardless-

But then Johnny had seen you.

He’d seen the way you doted on Haechan, giving him everything and more.

And he’d wanted you.

Fuck, he’d wanted you more than he’d ever wanted anything in the whole world. So of course, he’d taken you, not thinking about the consequences- but to be fair, he never would have imagined this to happen.

Soulmates switching soulmates? To demons no less? And two of them?!

Johnny’s head is spinning, even as he tries to act calm.

“How come we don’t have marks though?” Jaehyun asks, cutting into Johnny’s deep thoughts.

Johnny looks at his wrist, tilting his head. Then he laughs. “Jae, we don’t have marks because she didn’t even speak to us.”

“That can’t be right.”

“I will bet you the blood of twenty virginal men that when we get back to the apartment, the first thing she says to you is going to appear on your arm.”

“Not the blood of twenty virginal men.” Jaehyun scoffs at the archaic offer. “How are you even going to find twenty virginal men? In this economy?”

Johnny laughs, “i can always find a video game store somewhere-”

Jaehyun rolls his eyes again, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe we should just leave her at the apartment. If we don't go see her for a month, she’ll just die-”

Johnny laughs even harder, then he stands, fixing his suit. “You can run away from this, as you do with everything, but if fate decided to give us a chance at a soulmate, I'm going to go give it a try.”

Jaehyun hates that what Johnny says makes sense.

Jaehyun’s never heard of demons finding soulmates- he’d be stupid not to see this through.

They arrive home to find their kitten no longer in Jae’s room. It’s not hard to guess where she is, and they find you sleeping on the foot of Johnny’s bed.

The two demons stand in the doorway for a few moments, just appreciating your form.

Jaehyun sometimes forgets how endearing humans can be- he can’t imagine going to sleep and being vulnerable for even one hour, let alone eight every night- or more!

Johnny moves first, approaching you and taking a seat next to your feet. The movement of him sitting on the bed wakes you up, and Jaehyun heads over to grab a drink from the vanity by the window that looks out at the dark, cold, hellscape that they exist in for much of their time.

“I’m sorry to wake you.” Johnny says, his voice soft. “You probably have a lot of questions- and we can get to those, but i’m going to tell you what happened first.”

Jaehyun takes a seat, watching the way you nod in response to Johnny’s words.

“Your soulmate, Haechan, sold your soul to us.”

Jaehyun looks away when you begin to cry, and he stays quiet while Johnny attempts to make you feel better. The taller demon grabs your hands and helps you off the bed, leading you to the common space, Jaehyun follows.

“Because we’re in hell-” Johnny says, which makes you cry harder, “there’s what we call dark space, and because we’re demons, we can create in dark space, watch.”

They go to stand in the middle of the living room, and for a moment, Johnny faces the window that overlooks wastelands. Then Johnny turns and looks at the kitchen, “what do you think about a loft type of room? Double floored space, larger windows behind us-”

Jaehyun laughs, sipping his drink. Johnny loves showing off his talent for design, not every demon can pull off dark space manipulation the way Johnny can- and their entire apartment was mind birthed from the tall, old demon.

With a flourish, Johnny extends the height of the ceilings, an entire second floor appearing over the kitchen and coming out just until it hangs over the living room.

“Can it have windows?”

“Hmm?” Johnny looks down at you and Jaehyun watches the way you move closer to Johnny, until you’re clinging to his arm, no longer crying.

“Windows that overlook the living room- and the other windows.” You motion to the ones behind you.

“Lots of windows.” Jaehyun says before he can help himself.

“It can have windows.” Johnny looks at the new second floor and he lifts his fingers, blocking in the room with white walls to match the surrounding apartment, and two massive windows on either side of the double door spaced opening. “With remote controlled blinds on the other side, you’ll have a lot of privacy.”

Jaehyun had assumed this room would be a temporary thing- after all, Jaehyun can’t help the way his eyes linger on your ass when you all ascend the stairs to the new ‘apartment within their apartment’ that will house you.

You and Johnny head inside, but Jaehyun stops, looking out at the new view from the second story of their apartment. The wasteland looks particularly moody today, and with a wave of his fingers, Jaehyun creates a glass walkway extending the perimeter of the space, with a small enclosed deck area outside the doors. He thinks maybe you could have a chair and read there in the mornings while he works out in the living room below-

“Did you get a mark?” Jaehyun turns to look at Johnny, the crazy soulmate principal resurfacing with the unwanted squishy thoughts that had weaseled their way into his mind.

Johnny reaches down and undoes his cufflink, rolling up the white sleeve of his dress shirt to show a bare arm. He repeats the process on the other side, also coming up bare.

Johnny is the first you to react, laughing, “the plot thickens… but to be fair, ‘can there be windows’ is not my idea of a wonderful mark to have on me for the rest of my existence- you try.”

“No.” Jaehyun steps backwards, back onto the new patio that overlooks his living room.

This is what he was avoiding.

“It’s okay, I won’t talk to him.”

Your soft voice draws Jaehyun’s eyes to you, but you are looking at Johnny. The tall demon turns with you, assessing the bare, new space, “how big of a bed do you want?”

Jaehyun laughs. Johnny is a designer, he could be at this for hours. The less design inclined of the two men is eager to get out of the apartment.

It might be a whole new room- and deck - bigger, but it feels awfully small with you in it, and Jae needs to talk to his friend Taeil; the oldest demon he knows.

Yeah. Taeil will know what to do.

“You went to Taeil instead of me?!” Johnny asks, eyes bulging.

“Shh!” Jaehyun immediately reminds him, casting a glance at the door to Johnny’s room.

“She’s asleep.” Johnny says, but lowers his voice, sighing. “Well? What did he say?”

“He said it looks like we’re shit out of luck, and he has no Hyung knowledge for us when it comes to demons getting soulmates.” Jaehyun sighs, heading over to the windows to pour himself a drink.

“That’s not surprising.” Johnny smirks, playing with the book in his hands from where he watches Jaehyun on his bed.

Demon’s don’t need sleep, and many of your dreaming hours, Johnny spends reading and improving his mind. Other demons, like Jaehyun, go out looking for social interaction to spend their copious amounts of time.

“You should have talked to Yuta.” Johnny says.

“I did.”

“And?”

“He said ‘just because i have some fucked up soulmate who is reincarnated every thirtyish years and dies a horrible death at the age of twenty five doesn’t mean i’m an expert on soulmates’, and to be fair, he did get his soulmate when he was still human.”

“Yuta’s just a big ol’ mess huh?” Johnny chuckles.

Yuta’s soulmate is what makes him truly psychotic- Johnny can’t imagine being fated to someone that dies prematurely, he can’t imagine being fated at all- and his eyes go down to his bare arm.

Johnny sighs. “I really thought when she spoke, we’d get marks.”

Jaehyun is quiet by the window. His head tips down and he swirls his drink.

“Maybe we don’t have marks because we’re not her soulmates.” He says finally.

Johnny scoffs, “not possible. She has the marks, they go both ways.”

“Says who?” Jaehyun turns to look at his friends, mischief in his eyes, a smile on his lips while he sips his drink.

“I don’t even want to talk to you if you’re going to be like this.” Johnny opens his book again, dissatisfied- “and besides!” he begins to fight again, “would that mean that we’re both fated to her, our words on her arms, as in we’re the ones who are fucked, or would it mean she’s the one who belongs to us- quite literally, the contract is here somewhere-”

“It’s in my room.” Jaehyun says absentmindedly.

“What’s it doing there?”

“I may have snatched it from your briefcase earlier.” Jaehyun answers, done with his drink and now heading to the door.

“Admit it. You like her.”

“Says the guy that built an entire extra room in our apartment for her.”

You wake up to the smell of food, and your first reaction is to smile, wondering what Haechan is cooking-

Then you sit up, the unfamiliarity of the situation washing over you. Because Haechan doesn’t really cook, and this isn’t even your bed- well, you suppose it is now- and you ball your hands in the white fabric of the duvet.

Johnny had done a nice job designing the room with you. It had actually been kind of fun to create the space with the demon? He’d snapped his fingers and made all sorts of interesting items and things appear out of thin air- when you’d asked him where they came from, he’d told you not to think about it too much. He’d told you there was no price tag…

And that’s how you’d ended up with a literal working fountain in the corner of your room. It’s peacefully puttering away, and you look at it, sighing at the situation you’ve found yourself in.

You get up, heading to the closet that Johnny had filled for you with the snap of his fingers. You hadn’t really checked out the items he’d snapped into existence- being too overwhelmed by everything that all you’d really been able to do was collapse onto the bed and sleep after Johnny had perfected the room.

As you look through the clothes, you realize how much of an eye for fashion Johnny has. The clothes range in aesthetics, which you’re thankful for, and you settle on some sweatpants and a hoodie that swallow your body.

You make it to your door and peak out, hit with the smell of cooking. Tiptoeing down the stairs that lead to your new second level room, you’re careful to keep your eyes on the kitchen as soon as you can, focusing in on Johnny by the stove.

He has his back to you, his black shirt stretching over his broad shoulders and making you swallow thickly.

“Hungry?” his voice fills the dead silence of the room. There are no birds chirping outside, no cars- it’s just you and the demon who apparently has super hearing.

“Yes, sir.”

Johnny turns to look at you, an eyebrow cocked. “Sir?”

“I mean- you- Haechan- you own my soul now right?” You stumble over your words, “shouldn’t I- shouldn’t I give you a title of respect?”

Johnny tilts his head, assessing you, then he breaks into a smile. “You’re cute. Come eat.”

He turns and opens a cupboard, pulling a plate out that he sets next to the pan of whatever he’s been cooking. While you move into the kitchen, you walk around the island table one way while Johnny avoids you by going around the other, taking a seat.

He’s made pancakes, and you can’t help but smile.

Haechan never really did cute things like this for you. He was your soulmate sure- but that was just a given.

It’s odd to be receiving these little scraps of affectionate acts of service from a demon, but maybe you don’t mind so much.

You serve yourself food and turn to look at Johnny, who pulls the chair out next to him, his eyes fixed on a book that had been sitting on the counter.

Because Johnny seems to be reading, you keep your mouth shut, accepting the seat next to him.

You don’t immediately eat, instead, licking your lips and turning to Johnny.

“What?” he asks, still reading.

“Syrup?”

A snap of the fingers has the tasty condiment appearing next to your left hand.

“Are you going to eat? Sir?” you ask, still feeling the need to tack the respectful term onto the end of your sentence.

“Demons don’t need to eat.”

“But your kitchen-”

“We cook sometimes, we just don’t need to.” Johnny clarifies, “and if you opened the fridge you’d see it only has beer in it.”

You can’t help but laugh slightly at his words, amused by the nonchalant demon, who continues to read a book that you now see is a romance.

“What are you reading?” you question next, biting at your lower lip, knowing you might be getting yourself into hot water-

Johnny looks at the cover of his book then sighs, “are you judging my taste in books?”

“No.” You immediately respond, “sir.” but by the way a grin works its way onto your face- you know you’re not fooling anyone.

“Do i need to get you a book?” Johnny sighs, running a hand through his hair and turning in his seat to look at you, “something tells me that staring at your water fountain isn’t going to help pass the day.”

You smile, telling him the title of your favourite book, which he snaps onto the table a moment later. “And- if you have time, you could- you could get rid of the water fountain.” you say, feeling your skin heat.

“Maybe I’ll just put it in my room. Or I could replace it with a reading chair for you.”

“That would be nice.” you admit.

Johnny stands up and you watch him. “Eat.” he reminds you, “I have a soul to go make a bid for- Jae’s out, but he should be around. You know there’s no way out of here-” you nod diligently and Johnny cracks into a grin, “when I’m home, i could take you shopping if you’d like.”

“Shopping?”

“Yeah, we could actually go to a store and you could try things on. Looks like you didn’t like much in the wardrobe.” Johnny picks at your hoodie.

“I like this.” you insist, but there is something screaming inside of you to dress up for him- and for Jaehyun, if you’re being honest with yourself. You have eyes. And you have two soulmate marks on your arms that are, apparently, tying you to these men-

Your last soulmate- well, he sold you to these two demons-

You have a lot of conflicting emotions, and, surprisingly, sadness isn’t really one of them. Being with Haechan had always felt right because the fates had said so, not because there was anything specific about your relationship that made you happy- in fact, as happy as Haechan did make you when he was around, you’d always found yourself to be lonely.

There was never anyone to make you breakfast, let alone sit down and eat it with you- well, read it with you.

Haechan never took you shopping for clothes.

Never really helped decorate your apartment and make it yours.

Never listened to your design opinions and made you laugh while simultaneously being shocked at his intelligence and knowledge of seemingly all things-

Maybe you just like Johnny.

Maybe it’s you falling, yet again, for the fate on your arm- and the thought brings a sour taste to your mouth.

“But- I would like to go shopping.” you tell him.

Johnny grins, “perfect, it’s a date.”

And then he’s gone, snapping out of existence, and you’re left already missing him.

Jaehyun assessed the man in front of him, looking him top from bottom. Many people have made deals with Jaehyun for fame, but it’s always easiest to grant their wishes when they’re already attractive.

Johnny’s been known to take cute girls out clothing shopping, acting as a sugar daddy of sorts, before presenting the would be idol to Taeyong, their most powerful demon friend who runs the entire industry from the shadows. There’s not a need for these behaviours, and Jaehyun’s not going to bother giving fashion advice to the guy who is leaning back against the kitchen table with his arms over his chest.

At least the guy is attractive, the clothes don’t matter so much. “What’s your name again?” Jaehyun says as he pops a contract into existence, the base already written, with a few blank spaces left for specifications.

“Jeno- Lee Jeno.”

“And what are you willing to give me for fame?” Jaehyun asks, his eyes going down to Jeno’s arms to see if he had any soulmate tattoos.

His arms are bare, not a good sign… for Jeno.

“Erm-” Jeno’s eyes quickly move to the man next to him, and Haechan pushes off the table, trying to make himself look bigger as he addresses the demon in the room.

“We can find a soul for you to take.” Haechan says, and Jaehyun finds the confidence in his voice amusing.

Cracking a smile, the demon shakes his head, “that’s not how this works.”

“But you took Y/N.” Haechan states, and Jaehyun’s smirk twists into a scowl. He’s not used to being talked back to, and he’s not entirely happy about the deal he and Johnny had made with Haechan- which Jaehyun thinks might be more trouble than it’s worth- although he’ll never let Haechan know that.

“She was your soulmate, her soul was yours to hand over. Jeno, unfortunately, only has his own, and I'm not sure I’m interested.”

“You’re not sure if you’re interested?” Haechan scoffs, “look at him!”

“Haechan-” Jeno is looking at his friend and Jaehyun can taste his panic in the air, can see his pulse racing.

“Did your friend tell you that you could sell someone else's soul for fame?” Jaehyun tuts, turning his gaze to Haechan, “I don’t like to have my time wasted.”

“Your time’s not being wasted.” Haechan insists, “he wants to be famous.”

“But I don’t want to sell my soul, Haechan!” Jeno whispers angrily and Jaehyun loves it, a smile appearing on his face while he watches the two friends begin to but heads.

“He’s not going to take your soul now, though! Or you wouldn’t be famous!” Haechan declares, a moment of genius that actually takes Jaehyun back slightly. He’s right, and when both men look to Jaehyun, the demon nods.

“So how much- how much time would i have before you- took my soul? And what would happen after?” Jeno asks quietly.

Jaehyun hadn’t been interested in his soul before, but now that he’s shown some pushback, Jaehyun is determined to have Lee Jeno sign a contract.

“For fame? I’ll let you live out your prime as an idol, you can get married, have a kid, spend two years in the military for all i care- and when you’re forty, i’ll come collect. I’ll eat your soul and it will add to my power. You won’t have to be judged when you die, won’t have to risk going to hell to be tortured for eternity- it will simply be over.”

“Do people actually get tortured for eternity?” Jeno whispers, eyes wide.

“Sign the contract and you’ll never have to know. It’s better not to know.” Jaehyun tells him, eyes scanning the contract he’s just worked up to make sure it’s all correct, then he holds it out to Jeno.

“Forty is too early.” Haechan’s voice draws Jaehyun’s eyes, and it makes Jeno stop mid reach for the piece of paper in the demon’s hand.

“Some people live to be a hundred now, and you’re going to take his soul at forty? Fifty sounds more fair.” Haechan says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I didn’t realize making deals with demons was about fairness.” Jaehyun says lowly, and just as he’s about to push back more- he feels something.

Jaehyun and Johnny’s apartment is in dark space, a realm that exists for demon’s to play in, and a demon’s home is deeply tied to the demon who created it. Or in this case, the two demons. If there’s a disturbance in Jaehyun’s dark space, he can feel it, and the tingle that runs up the back of his spine is a familiar one.

Certain demons leave what Jaehyun likes to think of as fingerprints when they phase between dark space and the real world. When Johnny pops into the apartment, Jaehyun gets hit with the smell of forest and an after scent of something like burnt herbs- Jaehyun’s never been able to put his finger on it- but the tingle on the back of his neck belongs to only one demon.

Yuta Nakamoto.

The dark space is vast, incredibly so, and most demons keep the exact figurative locations of their homes secret. Jaehyun can’t just pop into anyone’s dark space home, and neither can Yuta- but he can pop into Jaehyun’s, because he has permission to do so.

Permission, Jaehyun suddenly realizes, with a pang in his chest, that he needs to resend immediately. Because he knows Johnny’s not at the apartment, he’d had a meeting with a ceo who had sold his soul years ago- but that’s not what matters, what matters, is that Jaehyun knows you’re in the apartment alone.

And suddenly, he’s not as confident about Yuta’s friendship.

Yuta is a true enigma of a demon- he’s unpredictable and cruel, giving affection only to a select few- and Jaehyun knows he and Johnny aren’t as high on Yuta’s list as some of their other demon friends-

If it was Mark’s home, Jaehyun would trust Yuta to be nice to a girl he found there- but Jaehyun’s not sure what he’ll do with you.

“You know what,” Jaehyun draws the contract back to his chest, quickly changing it, “you’re right,” the words taste horrible on his tongue, but he’s eager to escape, “fifty years is more fair.”

Jeno accepts the new contract, and Jaehyun holds out a pen.

“I just-” Jeno sighs.

Anger surges through Jaehyun’s body. “I told you, I don’t like to have my fucking time wasted.” he growls, eyes turning to Haechan, who’d called him here with the promise of a soul.

“It’s not being wasted.” Jeno assures Jaehyun, visibly breaking. He swallows thickly, and his pen glides over the page.

As soon as his signature is complete, Jaehyun snaps it out of existence and onto his work desk back home.

“So when do i get famous?” Jeno asks.

“In two to three business weeks.” Jaehyun states, and then he allows the darkness of demonhood to engulf him, pulling him back into the world - into the room - where he would be in complete control- only, he wasn’t.

Jaehyun appears in the middle of the living room, eyes looking around, searching for you or Yuta. Jaehyun’s skin tingles when he exerts some more power, quickly pin pointing that both you and Yuta are in Johnny’s bedroom.

Jaehyun is at the door in an instant, looking in and assessing.

You’re sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, your legs tucked up, arms wrapped around yourself. And Yuta is at the foot of the mattress.

“There he is.” Yuta says, turning to flash a demonic grin at Jaehyun. “Told you he’d show.”

Jaehyun’s confused by his words, eyes moving to you again. You don’t look to be hurt- but to be fair, Yuta has only been here a couple of minutes based on when Jaehyun felt Yuta’s telltale dark space fingerprint enter the apartment.

“What are you doing here?” Jaehyun asks, his voice low, a warning.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist.” Yuta holds his hands up, “i came to take a look at the girl with two red soulmate marks on her arm.”

“You should have made sure Johnny or I was here before you dropped in.” Jaehyun states.

Yuta shrugs, then he looks at you, and Jaehyun’s hand forms a fist at his side.

“I just wanted to compare marks.” Yuta says, holding out his arm to show you.

Jaehyun’s seen the mark many times. It’s often half hidden by a dragon tattoo that follows the dark line that curves around Yuta’s arm. “These dark lines- back when i was human, we didn’t have words written on skin, we had line tethers.” Yuta explains, and Jaehyun relaxes slightly by how gentle his tone is. “Most people had them around their fingers,” Yuta holds one up, “but me? My soulmate- we were more. We had a band wrapped around our wrists.” Yuta demonstrates the inch thickness the band had been, “but when she was torn away from me, the band snapped, the mark wrapping around my arm.”

“That’s horrible.” You say, and Jaehyun looks at you. Having sympathy for a demon- and Yuta at that- it’s kind of a shock. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

“Me too.” Yuta says, eyes still on his mark. “Sometimes, fate has something specific in plan for people. For me? They want me to suffer- but I won’t get into that.” Jaehyun’s glad he doesn’t, because the tale is truly tragic. “You can’t fight fate. It always wins.”

Yuta stands suddenly, sighing, “Mark’s looking for me. I should go.”

Mark’s a frequent visitor of Yuta’s dark space home, which he’s modelled like a palace to fit his aesthetic, and like Yuta, Mark often drops in unannounced.

If Johnny's arrival is woodsy smells, and Yuta’s is a tingle, Mark’s entrances into dark space always taste like pancakes, and Jaehyun used to hate it at first.

Yuta disappears from the room, and suddenly, the space between you and Jaehyun feels more obvious. He looks at you, licking his lips, he’s about to apologize for leaving - for going and doing his job - for leaving you alone with the possibility of unannounced intruders- but you speak first.

“Thank you.”

He’s confused- and before he can ask why you’re thanking him, there’s a feeling of heat against his inner wrist- and when he looks down, the words “thank you” are written across his skin in pretty red.

Jaehyun ignores the mark, putting his hands behind his back so you can’t see it. “Thank you for what?” he asks.

“When Yuta arrived, i was here all alone, and he told me he’s a friend of yours and not to worry because you’d be popping in ‘at any moment’ and i didn’t really believe him, but then you showed up.”

“He wasn’t mean was he? Did he say anything else?” Jaehyun asks, trying to hide the anxiety bubbling in his chest.

You shake your head.

“Johnny and I can sense when other demons enter our apartment.” Jaehyun explains to you, “i should have been here-”

“You had work- didn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“So- so don’t apologize.” Jaehyun watches the way you lean forward, resting your cheek on your knee, which is still pulled to your chest. He can see the sincerity in your eyes.

Jaehyun’s not sure what to say next, and now that he’s not in aggressive ‘get Yuta out of my fucking apartment’ mode, he’s realizing that jealousy is bubbling in his chest the longer he looks at you on Johnny’s bed.

You’d come to this room on the first day too, leaving Jaehyun’s bed where they’d initially brought you- “why are you here and not in your own room?” Jaehyun asks.

He can see the way his question affects you. You wrap your arms tighter around your body, looking smaller, and Jaehyun feels sorry that he’s just said something that came out aggressive- it wasn’t aggression directed at you, but at the notion that you prefer Johnny.

“I like it here.” You respond. “The windows are nice.”

Johnny’s room, much like Jaehyun’s, has windows that overlook the vast, empty dark space.

“It feels like I'm on the moon.” You turn and look out, and when Jaehyun follows your gaze, he supposes you’re right. Your room had been put over the kitchen, without a real view of it’s own, and Jaehyun feels bad about that now.

“Did Yuta leave?” Comes Johnny’s voice just as the smell of cedar washes over Jaehyun’s senses, and he turns to see his companion demon in the doorway.

“Just a minute ago.”

Johnny’s eyes move around the room. “I would have come back sooner, but I felt that you’d popped in to deal with Yuta. Figured you’d take care of it. Did he want anything?”

“He just wanted to look at her marks for himself.” Jaehyun explains, heading towards the window so he can look out.

“I see.” Johnny moves through the room, going over to the table where he keeps all of his contracts.

“What did the CEO have to say?” Jaehyun asks his friend.

“He wanted one more year to live.” Johnny explains, “said it was his daughter’s wedding or something.”

“And? You gave it to him?” Jaehyun asks in shock. Johnny’s not usually one to alter contracts.

“He’s recently gotten in with the underground gun trade, with each day- the amount of sin on him grows. I can wait another year if it means his soul is darker. More power for me.”

“Souls get darker?” Your voice draws Jaehyun’s eyes.

Johnny turns, leaning back against his table, looking at you with a smile, “with every good and bad deed, your soul changes tint. People who do a lot of bad, have black souls, people who are good, have light. When we make contracts, usually people are looking for fame, for money, or sometimes they want the love of someone who doesn’t want them- we make these things happen, but generally people willing to sell their souls are the corruptible types, they naturally have darker souls. The darker the soul, the more power we gain when we consume it.”

“You consume souls?”

“When I'm hungry and in need of a kick.” Johnny says nonchalantly, and Jaehyun watches the way you cower slightly, obviously not appreciating the demonic humour.

“Are you going to consume my soul?” you ask.

“It wouldn’t be worth it.” Jaehyun states factually. “Your soul is so light- we wouldn’t gain any power.”

“So why did you give Haechan everything he ever wanted and take me if I'm no use to you? What would be the point-”

“A person who willingly gives up their soulmate doesn’t deserve to have one.” Johnny interrupts you, and Jaehyun knows this is a deep rooted thing in the man who’s come to be his closest companion in the world. Johnny has an adoration for uplifting the downtrodden. He doesn’t like to see good people be hurt- but he absolutely adores seeing the bad ones get their comeuppance.

“So you- so you saved me?” You cock your head.

“I’d like to think so.” Johnny responds. “Most demons don’t do what we do. Most soulmates don’t call on demons for needs to be met because they are supposed to have everything they need in their partner. You’re only the third soul we’ve been offered in loo of the original contract holder.”

Jaehyun can’t help but notice the way your eyes move to him. “What happened to the other two?”

“The first one was broken by the whole thing.” It’s Johnny who answers, and Jaehyun keeps his mouth firmly shut. “Her name was Jenni. We took care of her for a while, and once she was ready, we let her go.”

“And the second wanted revenge.” Jaehyun says. “So we gave it to her.”

He watches you carefully, looking for any emotion that could tip him off as to how you’re reacting to this whole thing. You’ve been awfully- docile, for lack of a better word.

Jennie had been overtaken by grief, and the beautiful woman had fallen into Jaehyun’s arms just as he’d imagined she would when he agreed to take her soul from the undeserving mate the fates had mistakenly tied her too.

Hyuna had been mad when she’d found out what had happened. She’d thrown things around, breaking everything in the apartment, and Johnny had allowed her to, knowing everything was replaceable.

But you- you’ve been walking around the apartment, finding your way to nap on Johnny’s bed- getting settled- it’s very different, and Jaehyun doesn’t know what to make of it.

“What’s the point of selling your soulmates soul if the demons who took her are just going to come back and kill you?” You cock your head and Jaehyun enjoys the way you use your brain, asking astute questions that have him wanting to tell you all the details about his demonic way of life.

“We can’t be the ones to harm him. Hyuna did all the work. We were just there.” Johnny explains. “We gave pointers.”

“This is a lot to take in.” You admit.

“You should get some rest.” Jaehyun states, shocking himself at the way he feels the need to protect you- to help you make good choices for your well being.

“I should.”

You begin to sit up and Johnny holds up a hand, “you can sleep here. We’ll be in the living room.”

“Are you sure? This is your bed-”

“And it’s never actually been used for sleeping,” Johnny heads towards the door to leave the room, turning to flash you a wink that has Jae sighing, “so break it in for me, will you?”

The tall demon stares down at the mark on Jaehyun’s arm. The words “thank you” seem to be taunting him, and he doesn’t even realize he’s all but frozen in place until Jaehyun is pulling down the sleeve of his shirt to once again hide the new mark.

The mark that solidifies him as your soulmate.

“So what does it mean?”

“Why do you always think I have the answers?” Johnny sighs, his skin flushing with demonic rage at the notion that Jaehyun has a mark while his own arm remains bare. The tall demon heads over to collapse on the chaise lounge in front of Jaehyun’s fireplace, “what did Y/N say when it appeared?”

“I didn’t show her.” Jaehyun turns his back to Johnny, who sits up, eager to get a look at his friend, eager to figure this out-

“Why wouldn’t you show her?”

“Because this whole thing is a mess.” Jaehyun says. “She has a mark from both of us, but i’m the only one of us with a matching mark-”

“I guess i’m just not her soulmate like i thought i was.” The words feel bitter on Johnny’s tongue, and he turns to look out the window at the timeless hellscape, hoping Jaehyun won’t see him scowling.

He’d thought maybe- maybe the universe had given him a second chance. A chance to have something of his own to take care of. A little spark of humanity- a girl to save. And he had saved you- only to find out that you’re meant for Jaehyun.

“You could still be.” Jaehyun says, quieting Johnny’s aggravated mind. “Marks don’t make sense. Think about Yuta’s. It changes- how do you explain that?”

“The same way I explain a human loosing her soulmate and being given two red marks instead.” Johnny sighs, letting his head loll back so he can stare at the ceiling. “I don’t.”

Johnny feels you approaching before there’s a knock at Jaehyun’s door. He and his friend exchange a glance, then Jaehyun walks over, opening the door to look at you.

“Can I- can I come in?” you ask, peeping past Jaehyun and locking eyes with Johnny.

Jaehyun moves out of the way and you awkwardly step into the room. “Can’t sleep?” Johnny questions.

“It’s kind of hard to sleep when you don’t really know what time it is- it’s not like it gets dark out there.” You motion towards the windows and Johnny laughs.

“Fair. It’s two AM.” He informs you, checking his watch.

“This won’t take long.” You promise, eyes moving to Jaehyun as he walks over to go sit on the foot of his bed.

Both demons have their full attention on you.

“I think- I think I need to see Haechan.” You say.

Johnny’s eyes move to Jaehyun, who exchanges a look with him that says ‘i don’t know about this’, and Johnny is quick to stand up. “What for?” he can’t help the concern on his voice- he really has not pegged you as a killer and he’s about to have the shock of his entire life if you say you want to go kill your ex as Hyuna did-

“Just to say goodbye. I think I need the closure.”

“It’s only been two days, you should take more time to get over this-”

“But that’s the thing.” Johnny is shocked that you interrupt him, and he lets you speak. “There’s not much to get over. I don’t really feel that sad? If that makes any sense? I just- i need to go tell him what an asshole he was to me. I want him to see me. To feel bad. You know?”

“There’s no guarantee that seeing him will force him to feel bad.” Jaehyun states.

“Maybe he already regrets it a little.”

“He doesn’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Johnny watches the exchange between you and Jaehyun, and he sees that his friend has dug himself into a hole. Jaehyun’s eyes briefly move to Johnny for help, but the older demon relaxes in his chair. This isn’t his fight.

“Because i saw him today and he wasn’t beaten up about it, in fact-” Jaehyun says, running a hand through his hair, “he convinced his friend to sell his soul too, and the guy didn’t even have a soulmate so he had to give me his own soul.”

“What?” You look very confused, and Johnny enjoys just watching you when you speak, even if your attention is on Jaehyun. “Which friend?!”

“A Lee Jeno.” Jaehyun responds.

“What!?” now you look visibly upset, “but Jeno-”

“Looks like your ex is an asshole to his friends as well as his soulmates huh?” Johnny says, trying to make you feel better about it- after all, if Haechan got his friend to sell his soul too? The guy must be worse than how Johnny had initially perceived him to be.

“Looks like.” Your voice is sad, and Johnny approaches you, eager to make you feel better.

“I’ll take you to go see him.” he promises, reaching out to pinch at your chin. He’s pleased when you don’t move away, instead you simply stand still, looking up at him with eyes that he wants to drown in. “now go get some more sleep, okay?”

You nod and turn to leave. Johnny watches you go.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to let her see him?” Jaehyun asks once you’re gone.

Johnny shrugs, “what’s the worst that can happen while I’m there?”

When Haechan hears the lock to his front door click, at first he thinks he’s imagining things. His hand reaches for the side of the bed you used to occupy, fingers grazing over cold sheets, and he groans, pushing his face further into his pillow.

Then he hears your voice say ‘maybe he’s not home’, and Haechan knows he’s not dreaming.

He sits up suddenly, eyes going to his open bedroom door.

“He’s home.” Comes a deep response, and Haechan is leaping from the bed, grabbing his sweatpants and tugging them on whilst half tripping over himself. His hands flail out, grabbing his door frame for support, and Haechan sticks his head outside, looking down the hall to the living space-

He sees the demon first, and - as if able to sense the idol trainee - Johnny turns to lock eyes with the sleepy man whose home is being intruded upon.

“There he is, told you.” the demon says, and then you step into Haechan’s view, looking down the hall at him.

Haechan’s heart clenches in his chest, and the space on his arm that used to house your soulmate mark tingles, reminding Haechan even more of what he’d given up.

He thought he’d never see you again.

“What are you doing here?” Haechan asks, unable to hide the annoyance in his tone.

When the demons had taken you, Haechan had thought that would be the end of it. Seeing you again brings something like pain bubbling into Haechan’s chest, and he hates it.

“Aren’t you happy to see me Haechan?” your voice draws his gaze to you, away from the demon, and Haechan’s breath catches.

You look good. You and the demon are in similar outfits, and while it’s dressed down for Johnny - who Haechan has only seen in full suits - the look is a step up for you. You’re in dress pants and an oversized shirt, with sneakers to match, and Haechan realizes a new wardrobe must have been part of the deal for you- he wonders what else is new, his eyes going to your neck, looking for marks that would indicate you’d been unfaithful-

Unfaithful.

Haechan supposes you’re not his anymore- which is odd, because the soulmate mark had always felt like such a finality.

His gaze dips to your arm, to see if your mark is gone like his is-

And that’s when he notices the red scrawl where it had once been black.

“What’s on your arm?” Haechan asks, face twisting up in something like jealousy and anger. He steps out of his room, quickly approaching you and Johnny, his eyes fixed on the mark- which you cover with your hand, exposing another red phrase on your opposite forearm that had not been there before. “Are those-”

“New soulmate marks, yeah.” Your voice wavers slightly, and you can’t meet Haechan’s eyes. His fists clench at his sides and he steps forward, reaching for you, wanting to read what the marks say-

But the Johnny is standing there, his solid body forming a wall between you and Haechan, which only makes him more angry.

“This is bullshit.” Haechan growls, meeting Johnny’s deep gaze. He lifts his chin, “this is some trick- some weird demon thing to make you think you belong to them now.”

“She doesn’t belong to anyone.” The demon matches Haechan’s aggression level, squaring his shoulders, and it causes Haechan to take a step back- overwhelmed by the sudden power that radiates from the tall man in the young idol’s living room.

“And it’s not a trick.” your voice draws Haechan’s eyes, and you step around Johnny. Haechan doesn’t miss the way you touch his arm, which succeeds in making the demon move back a little, giving you and your ex some space. “My new mark is not why i’m here.”

“Then why are you here?” Haechan says, unable to hide the annoyance in his tone.

“Because-” he watches you swallow thickly, your fist clenching at your side, “Because- fuck you!”

“Fuck me?” Haechan is in shock.

“Yeah! Fuck you!” this time, you stomp your foot, something you’ve never done before. Then your finger rams into Haechan’s chest, “You were supposed to be my soulmate and you sold my soul to demons! And for what?!”

“To be famous.” the demon says.

“To be famous.” you scoff, rolling your eyes, another motion Haechan’s seeing you do for the first time. “I gave you everything Haechan, everything! If i wasn’t already happier than i ever was with you, i would have half a mind to make my own wish and get Johnny to eat your soul right now.”

Haechan’s heart lurches in his chest at the idea of being eaten by a demon- he’s pretty sure Johnny can’t touch him, after all, he’d made a contract- but when Johnny steps forward and Haechan instinctively moves back- he thinks it’s better not to test the waters.

“So you came here to make me say i’m sorry?” Haechan asks.

“No, I came here for this.”

Haechan is falling backwards before he can even register that you’ve punched him, and he stumbles against the couch, arms wildly flailing for something to grab onto - to no avail, and he hits the floor painfully, grabbing at his eye.

Deep laughter erupts through the apartment, and then the demon says, “nice swing.”

The last words Haechan hears you say as you leave with your new companion, are; “Thank you.”

You’d been as animated as Jaehyun had ever seen you when you arrived home with Johnny after visiting Haechan, and Jaehyun had listened to you recount the tale. Johnny had even insisted you show Jaehyun the way you punched your ex- something that had made both men burst into laughter when you’d diligently began shadow boxing in their living room-

But after the excitement from the day, you’d needed a nap, and you’d gone to sleep.

Johnny follows Jaehyun to his room, closing the door behind them, and then he’s brandishing his arm. “Look! I got a mark too!”

“Yours says… thank you?” Jaehyun raises a brow, “matching marks.”

He looks at his own ‘thank you’, whose red lines twirl around his wrist-

“I hid mine from her, like you hid yours.” Johnny says, his brown eyes lifting from their mutual marks to meet Jaehyun’s. “I’m not sure why.”

“What do you think it means?” Jaehyun asks, pulling away from the elder demon to go look at the landscape provided by the windows he adores.

“Maybe- and this is going to sound cheesy and crazy, but mostly cheesy-” Johnny sighs, and Jaehyun hears him move to collapse onto the lounge, “maybe she always deserved to have us, but now- we both did things to deserve her.”

“Johnny.” Jaehyun says, turning to look at his friend, “that’s the most sensical thing you’ve said in the past year.”

Things feel different now, and you can’t really explain it. You’d felt angry about Haechan selling your soul, but it hadn’t been until you saw him face to face that it truly became clear how little you actually missed him.

You find yourself looking down at your arms, at the new marks, with some frequency, and the more time you spend with the two demons, the harder it becomes to try to fight your attraction to them.

Where Haechan had been soft, tousled hair and half smiles, Johnny and Jaehyun are chiseled and statuesque, nothing like your previous puppy soulmate.

Jaehyun is especially beautiful, and when he comes into the kitchen while you’re cooking breakfast, it takes everything in your power to keep your eyes off of him.

“Excuse me.” He says, a hand finding your hip as he brushes past you to have access to the fridge.

Your mouth is dry, and your hip is burning from where his fingers had touched you. You’re sure your skin is heated everywhere, and hope Jaehyun doesn’t notice.

“What are you cooking?” Jaehyun’s voice interrupts your thoughts and he comes to stand next to you, shoulder almost touching your own.

“Just some eggs.” you tell him. Johnny had stocked the fridge for you after explaining that demons don’t eat regular food, and eggs seem to be one of the simpler things to make.

“Hmm.” Jaehyun moves again, and you’re quick to turn, to say something that will keep him in the kitchen with you- but now you’re face to face, nearly nose to nose- and his lips are right there-

Jaehyun’s hands finds your hips, and he steps back.

“Sorry, i-” you try to explain yourself, but close your mouth when Jaehyun also speaks, only for him to also stop. You sigh, “are you busy tonight?”

“Maybe, why?”

“Johnny said something about watching a movie.” you admit, unable to hide the need in your voice. You need normalcy. You need a movie to distract you from everything-

“Sounds like a good idea.” Jaehyun says. “Maybe i’ll come watch.”

He leaves the kitchen, and you’re left with your skin heated and your palms sweaty. It almost feels as if you just asked the demon out on a date, and you’re not sure if you should be happy or sad with his ‘maybe i’ll come’ response.

Jaehyun comes to join you and Johnny for the latter half of your film. He’d taken one look at your cute little shirt and shorts combo when you’d come to see if he wanted to watch, and had realized he wouldn’t make it through a full movie.

When he enters the living room, you move to make space for him, and Jaehyun has to struggle not to look at your pretty legs as you get closer to Johnny.

You’re watching a comedy, and it’s easy enough to follow along even whilst Jaehyun pays most of his attention to you.

You smell so good- Jaehyun wonders if Johnny took you shopping again. He’s getting increasingly jealous of the time you spend with Johnny- even though, he knows it’s his own fault.

Jaehyun knows the moment you fall asleep, slumping against Johnny’s shoulder, and he watches Johnny lift you up gently, carrying you to bed when the movie ends minutes later.

A moment later, Johnny is sitting on Jaehyun’s couch, running a hand through his hair.

“This can’t be a long term thing.” Jaehyun states.

Johnny scoffs.

“I can’t stand it.”

“Can’t stand what?” Johnny puts his feet up, turning to watch his friend with amusement in his eyes.

“You know what.” Jaehyun groans.

The way you’re their new roommate-

They way they both seem to have a soulmate now-

The way you cuddle up next to Johnny-

The way you’re so god damned cute in your little outfits-

The way you’re just out of his reach, and he’s never had to work for a girl’s affection before in his entire existence, and he’s been around a long time.

“Jae, trust me.” Johnny sighs, popping open a button on his shirt and loosening his tie. He’s been extra high strung, much like Jaehyun, since you arrived, but he shows it in his fashion, with clothes to hide the new mark on his forearm. “The soulmate tether goes both ways. Say what you want about any pairing, but there’s always chemistry. You just want yours to be more explosive.”

“As if you don’t want that too.” Jaehyun scoffs, annoyed at Johnny’s weak metaphor. He’s heard his friend do much better.

“Just give it time Jae, it’s been like, 4 days?” Johnny rolls his shoulders, getting comfortable in the seat.

Jaehyun knows Johnny is right.

He’s been alive for so long- a few more days, maybe weeks, they shouldn’t be that hard to get through-

And yet, time has moved so slowly since Jaehyun has met you- and he knows that the idea of staying away from you and being patient sounds much better in theory than it will in practice.

“Why do you even have your own room if you’re in here all the time?” you ask when Johnny finally exits Jae’s space.

Johnny stops mid stride, looking to where you’re sitting on the stairs that lead to your room. “How long have you been out here?”

“Why? Worried i’m not getting enough beauty sleep?” you cock your head, earning an eye roll from Johnny. “Just a little while.”

“Do you need water or something?” Johnny asks, heading to the kitchen.

You stand and follow the demon, “i’m okay.” you tell him.

“Maybe a drink then?” Johnny turns and offers you a bottle of beer, which you decline. “Can’t sleep?”

“I’m just-” you begin, and that’s when your eyes land on Johnny’s forearm, “hey!” you grab at him, eager to get a better look at his mark. “This-” you look up at Johnny, unsure what to even ask-

“It appeared yesterday, after your run in with Haechan.” Johnny explains.

“It says thank you.” you read in shock.

“Are you mad?” The vulnerability in the demon’s voice makes you look up again. You feel your body flush with heat and embarrassment.

“I’m not mad- i’m just-” you can’t find the exact words. This whole thing has been so confusing- “So Jaehyun-”

“Don’t be mad, but he has a mark too.” Johnny tells you, grabbing your hand so he can drag you with him towards his friend’s room. “His also says thank you.”

“It does?” you’re so overwhelmed, and you let Johnny and Jaehyun have a small discussion while Jaehyun brandishes his arm to you.

“We don’t even know what it means yet-” Jaehyun sighs, speaking more to Johnny than you.

“It means you’re my soulmates.” you state confidently. “Look.” you move your own hands forward, showing off the marks on either forearm.

“But-”

“Do you not want me?” you blink up at Jaehyun, who quickly shuts his mouth, frowning. “You don’t want me.”

“I do, it’s just-” Jaehyun sighs.

You suppose you should cut him some slack. The poor demon had simply signed a contract for a soul, he hadn’t been looking for a life partner- but you’re not going to make this easy for him.

“Johnny, you want me right?” you turn your attention to the softer of your two demon captors.

He swallows hard, nodding, and you find it endearing how easily you can take the power.

“Well if only Johnny wants me-” you turn towards the taller of your demons, and then Jaehyun’s hands are grabbing your hips and pulling you back against his chest.

“Don’t be like that, princess.” Jaehyun’s breath is hot against your neck. “I don’t like games.”

“And I don’t like people who can’t communicate.” You retort, shocked at your confidence a moment later.

Jaehyun won’t hurt you, demon or not, he’s your soulmate now, and this gives you all of the power. You refuse to have another situation where you bend over backwards for a man who won’t even meet your base relationship requirements- and all for a mark on his arm, that as you’ve just found out, can be replaced.

“Hasn’t it been clear from the start that we both want to just eat you up?” you can hear the smirk on his voice and it’s unbelievably sexy.

“Then what’s stopping you?” You breathe, grabbing at Johnny’s belt and using it to tug him to your front.

“As demons, we need verbal consent.” Johnny tells you, his hand coming up to cup your face.

Something tells you that’s more of a Johnny and Jaehyun rule than a demon one, but you don’t mind. “I want you both.” You whisper. “Please.”

Johnny is kissing you before your even fully done speaking, but you don’t mind. The demon’s grip on your face tightens, and then he’s slipping a hand down to the small of your back, dragging your body closer to his own-

Jaehyun doesn’t relent his grip on you, his own fingers digging into your waist as he grinds himself against your ass. You can feel his breath on your neck, and it’s Johnny who applies pressure to your jaw, prompting you to turn the angle of your head and give Jaehyun more access.

A moan slips past your lips when Jaehyun’s mouth makes contact with the column of your throat, and Johnny is quick to eat up the soft noise.

“You’re so cute.” he coos, pulling just out of your reach so he can taunt you with his sexy smile, eyes looking into your own. “So needy.” his thumb brushes your bottom lip and you swallow thickly, whimpering when Jaehyun presses another kiss to your throat.

“You know what’s funny?” you ask, wrapping your arms around the back of Johnny’s neck.

“What’s that, princess?” Johnny smiles, letting out a deep sigh as you get more comfortable against his chest.

“She’s gonna tell you something horrible,” Jaehyun responds behind you, “like maybe Haechan never made her cum properly.”

“Your last soulmate really was useless, huh?” Johnny chuckles, pausing for a moment before laughing even harder and throwing his head back, “no way, Jae, that’s honestly what she was going to tell us!”

“He was such a loser.” Jaehyun scoffs, running his nose up your throat before latching his teeth to your earlobe. “You’re in much better hands now.”

His fingers move up, then he grasps your breast, earning a mewl from you as you push back against him. “Fuck, please- prove it.”

“Hear that Jae?” Johnny grabs at your jaw again, gaze shifting past you, “she wants us to prove it.”

Jaehyun squeezes your breast again, smirking against your neck. “We can do that.”

“But what to do first?” Johnny’s eyes scan you up and down, and he licks his lips sinfully, the decision made right before your very eyes.

Jaehyun chuckles behind you, the exchange wordless, and then he’s lifting you up and taking you to the bed. The demon sits down, and as he’s about to pull you onto his lap, Johnny reaches for your shorts, tugging them off.

The air of the room is nice and cool against your skin, and Jaehyun is warm pressed to your back as he gets you comfortable on the foot of the bed. One of his hands slips between your thighs, prompting you to open them for Johnny, who is lowering to his knees.

“These are cute, princess.” Johnny tells you, reaching out to rub his thumb across your lace covered clit. “But i think i could find you nicer ones.”

“You and your obsession with French lingerie.” Jaehyun sighs behind you, pressing a kiss to your neck and adjusting the way he’s holding your body.

“It’s the best.” Johnny insists. “Besides, aren’t all panties made to be torn in two?”

There’s a sudden tug, and then Johnny is tearing your underwear down your legs, his hands pushing at your thighs to get them more open to accommodate his large shoulders a moment later.

“So your last soulmate never ate you out?” Jaehyun’s fingers skim up your bare arm, and you lean back against him.

“He did- he just-” a whimper forced from your mouth cuts off your thoughts, your hands going down to grab at Johnny’s soft hair as his tongue begins to flick at your clit. “Fuck- Johnny-”

“He’s good right?” Jaehyun’s hand returns to your breast and he massages it through your shirt.

“So good.” You moan, eyes closing as you loll your head back to rest on Jaehyun’s shoulder.

Then a finger slides into your core and you whimper even louder, hips lifting slightly at the new intrusion only for you to be held down by Johnny, who places his free hand on your hip, pinning you while his tongue works wonders.

“Jae-” you reach behind you, grabbing at Jaehyun’s hair and pulling his face to your neck, eager for the stimulation on your sweet spot.

You’re rewarded not only by his lips, but by his hand roughly pulling your shirt and bra down enough to expose your nipple to the cool air of the room, and then Jaehyun is pinching it. Your back arches, a whine leaving your mouth as you tug harder on Jaehyun’s hair, too overwhelmed by everything to know which stimulation to focus on.

“Oh my god-” you groan loudly, able to feel your orgasm rising in the pit of your stomach.

“No god down here kitten,” Jaehyun says lowly, “just us.”

You grab at Jaehyun’s knees as your orgasm slams into you, pussy clamping down on Johnny’s fingers, which curl up into you, prolonging the euphoria that’s running through your body in golden waves.

You’re left gasping when you finally come down from your high, and Johnny removes himself from between your legs. It’s Jaehyun flicking your nipple that has you shaking again, whimpering and cuddling against his body as your post orgasm neediness sets in.

“You really haven’t cum right in a while, have you?” Jaehyun laughs at you, and you pout, hiding against his shirt.

“It’s cute.” Johnny assures you, on his feet. He begins to unbutton his shirt and your eyes take in all the newly exposed skin.

“We have a thing for girls who get all dumb and soft the moment Johnny whips his cock out.” Jaehyun tells you, voice soft as his fingers brush up and down your arm.

You hum in response, looking up at Jaehyun and pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“What about your cock? Do i get bonus points for being a little slut for you too?” you ask, hooking your fingers in Jaehyun’s shirt in an effort to get his buttons undone.

Jaehyun lets out a chuckle that becomes a growl, and then he’s pinning you to the bed, grabbing both your wrists in one hand which he places over your head, slotting his hips between your legs. “Not only do you get bonus points princess,” he leans down and presses his lips to yours softly, your first kiss, but it turns aggressive when he grabs at your jaw, “you get to have your brains fucked out.”

You smile up at Jaehyun, “sounds perfect.”

When he kisses you this time, he lets go of your hands, and you’re able to grab at his hair now that you’re free. Jaehyun groans when you tug on the silky strands, grinding himself down against your core-

“Jae, please-” the contact of the front of his pants on your clit is way too delicious after everything Johnny just gave to you, and you’re eager to have your demons follow through with their promise of all but breaking your back.

Jaehyun’s hands tug at your shirt, and he has it off of you a moment later, followed closely by your bra. Once your breasts are exposed, Jaehyun’s mouth moves from your neck to your nipple, and you can’t help but whine softly, hips lifting while Jaehyun’s tongue swirls the sensitive nub.

Johnny’s shirtless now, and you lick your lips in anticipation, gaze dipping down to his cock, still hidden by briefs. Just as you’re about to beckon Johnny closer, eager to put your lips to use, Jaehyun slips his hand between your bodies and undoes his pants.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Jaehyun groans, teeth grazing your nipple one last time before he brings his kisses back to your face, wiggling from his pants.

“You’re so hot,” you respond, mind running on autopilot as you cup Jaehyun’s face, lips just meeting as he slides into you. You both groan loudly, Jaehyun’s tongue invading your mouth moments later as his hips begin to find a rhythm that has the bed rocking.

“Jae-” you claw at his back and Jaehyun growls, one of his hands finding your hip as he thrusts into you even harder.

“Feel good, princess?” comes Johnny’s voice, and you turn your head to look at the man standing and watching.

You nod, licking your lips and clearing your throat before you can mutter a “yes” even as Jaehyun works you up towards another orgasm.

One of Jaehyun’s hands grabs at your breasts, his thumb brushing over your nipple and making your back arch, pressing your body up against Jaehyun while you whine loudly. “Fuck, i’m gonna cum-”

“Then fucking do it.” Jaehyun growls, pressing his face into the column of your throat and peppering your skin in love bites, kisses and licks that have your toes curling.

“Jae!” you scream his name as your orgasm slams into you, and you lace your fingers in the demon’s hair while waves of pleasure slam into you.

Jaehyun’s pretty groans tell you he’s cumming too, and he grips you hard, squeezing you and making you feel incredibly small under his large body. “Fuck,” he groans, pressing a softer kiss to your neck when his hips come to a stop.

“Still ready for one more?” comes Johnny’s voice and you open your eyes when he brushes some hair from your face.

You nod eagerly, “yes, please.”

Jaehyun laughs in your embrace, pressing a kiss to your lips before lifting off of you and rolling to the side to give room to Johnny.

For a moment, you consider rolling over, giving Johnny access to you in doggy, which you’re sure will make him hit all the deepest spots- but when you look at your soft, brown eyed demon, you can’t imagine not being face to face.

You open your arms for Johnny and he chuckles, collapsing onto the bed and finding his place between your legs. “You sure?” he asks, fingers going between your legs to brush over your clit, which causes a shock to run through you at the sensitivity. “I don’t want to break you.”

“Liar.” Jaehyun scoffs.

“I just mean,” Johnny rolls his eyes, “we have all the time in the world.”

“Johnny?” you blink up at him.

“Yes, angel?”

“Just fuck me. I punched my ex soulmate yesterday, and I deserve it.”

“You make a good point.” Johnny laughs, and then he’s kissing you, smiling into the kiss even as his tongue dances over yours.

You reach between your bodies, grabbing at Johnny’s cock, and he groans against your lips. “Fuck me.” you tell him.

He laughs again, pushing your hand away so he can angle himself up with your entrance. “You sure?” he asks one more time.

You wrap your legs around Johnny, using them to force Johnny into you even as you gasp into his mouth at each inch after inch of intrusion. Once he’s buried to the hilt, Johnny presses a soft kiss to your nose, “ready?”

When he begins to thrust, he pulls nearly fully out of your core before pushing back in, and each motion has you grabbing at the sheets while sinful sounds leave your lips. “Oh my god-” Johnny laces his fingers with one of your hands, squeezing it before kissing you, eagerly eating up your mewls and moans.

“So fucking pretty.” Johnny tells you, hips pistoning into you even more roughly.

You slide your hand between your bodies, and your pussy clamps down on Johnny when you brush your clit, pleasure jumping through you. “Fuck, Johnny, I’m gonna cum-”

“Me too.” he tells you, groaning when your core tightens around him again from your continued stimulation of your clit. “You’re so fucking warm- and tight-”

He groans loudly, pressing his body down against yours as his hips find a pace that has you practically screaming. “Johnny!” you cry out, removing your hand from your clit as your orgasm slams into you, and your demon lover helps you through it, his hips working you through both of your highs until you’re nothing more than brain dead, panting, messes.

“Fuck,” Johnny says, letting out a shaky breath as he rolls off of you.

Your skin prickles from the coolness of the room, body no longer covered by the warmth of a body. You want to cuddle, but you’re immediately at a loss as to which man you turn to-

Luckily, Jaehyun makes the decision for you, his hand finding your hip and pushing until you’re on your side, your back to his chest as he gets comfortable behind you. His finger traces up and down your thigh.

None of you need to say anything because you’re all in the same boat.

This whole experience had been unexpected, to say the least, but you’re all content with it. The silence of the room is peaceful, in a way that silence never was when you were with Haechan. And as you get more comfortable against Johnny’s warm chest, a “thank you” leaves your lips.

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