#feel free to comment with your own thoughts on what all the mcs are

[misc-obeyme]

(inspired by the barbatos makeup asks) imagine barbatos choosing which lipstick he should wear for the day, his choice being which lipstick he think would look best covered all over your face from his kisses

alsdfklsdfj anon how can you do this to me???

I'm so sorry. I had to write a drabble about this.

So here it is, Barbatos choosing his lipstick based on what would look best all over your face. There is making out and more is implied, but that's all. It's just a drabble but wow am I tempted to write full on smut about it lol.

GN!MC x Barbatos

Warnings: Uh... making out, implied further activity, lipstick? Does that last one need to be listed? I dunno.

Barbatos looks at the array of lipstick colors neatly lined up on his bathroom counter. Most of them are neutral colors, just enough to add a little something to his lips on regular days. He has a small group of other bolder colors that he keeps for special occasions.

There is no such occasion today. Not unless he counts the fact that you'll be coming over to the castle later. Something that he would not normally take into consideration. But he knows how things are likely to go and his mind won't stop flashing images of his lipstick against your skin.

Unable to stop himself, Barbatos reaches for one of his bolder colors. He applies it meticulously, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand rather than daydreaming about smearing it all over your face.

Barbatos goes through his day as he always does. He takes care of Diavolo, who mercifully doesn't comment on his butler's unusual choice of lipstick color. In fact, the only one who says anything about it at all is Asmodeus, which isn't surprising. He unleashes a little squeal before complimenting Barbatos on his choice and listing several recommendations he has for Barbatos to add to his collection.

For the most part, Barbatos is free to go about his day in peace, only allowing his mind to wander if he happens to catch his own reflection.

Before you arrive, he takes the time to touch up his face and hair, deliberately adding just a little more lipstick.

If you notice, you don't say anything. Barbatos makes you tea, but doesn't drink any himself. He doesn't want to mess up his carefully done lips by leaving marks across a teacup.

You say something about that, though. "You're not drinking any tea. Are you okay?"

Barbatos feels himself blush. "Forgive me, MC," he says. "You needn't be concerned. I simply-"

"You don't want to mess up your lipstick, huh?"

Barbatos's blush deepens. He stares at you in surprise, unable to respond at all. Was he really so obvious?

You put down your teacup and smile. "Waiting for me to mess up it for you, right?"

Barbatos is a very patient demon. He is able to remain calm and collected at all times. It seems the only thing that can cause him to act unexpectedly is this human. After spending the entire day attempting to suppress his thoughts of you, the remarks you make being so spot on breaks through the dam.

In moments, Barbatos has you pressed up against the castle wall. He presses his lips to your neck and pulls away to see the mark of his lips there against your skin. The sight of it causes heat to pool inside his gut, but he continues. He leaves a trail of lipstick along your neck and jaw until you finally catch his lips with yours.

Things get messy fast and he can taste the tang of his own lipstick when your tongue collides with his. You're gripping the back of his shirt with surprising strength and his hands on your hips squeeze hard in response.

With a gasp, Barbatos pulls away to breathe. He looks at you, slumped against the wall, mouth open, face and neck covered in that special shade he chose that morning.

Barbatos smiles fondly. "Just as I thought, this particular color compliments your complexion quite well."

Now you're the one blushing, but Barbatos isn't finished.

He tightens his hold on you even more and says quietly, "I would like to see how it looks decorating the rest of your body as well."

The next morning, Barbatos contemplates the line of lipstick colors once again. He was quite satisfied with the outcome of the previous day's choice. Your slumbering form still in his bed was a testament to that. And though he would choose one of his usual neutral colors for today, he knew that if he ever wanted to communicate to you his desires without speaking, he need only choose that same shade again.

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[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 4

PREVIOUS CHP.: PROLOGUE 3

Thank you guys for the likes, reblogs and comments.

Also, to the people who became my followers, I'll be forever grateful for that😊

CW: When MC gets mistaken as a guy, they get referred to as he/him, but the problem is that there's too many males around the MC.

So, I've decided to color the pronouns blue when it's MC that's being addressed. Just to avoid confusion.

CLARIFICATION: The headmaster, and MC knows that Yuu is from another world, so MC decided to play along and pretend that they're from the same world as Yuu. (The human world where MC came from is mostly similar to the human world that Yuu describes. i.e. landmarks, cultural, knowledge, current trends, anime and manga are all mostly the same.)

REMEMBER: Read this before the chapter.

Experience changes people.

If you see MC doing something you think you won't do and you decide to complain about it, remember this:

• You act the way you do because of the things that you've gone through in your life.

• MC is the same.

• They experienced a lot of traumatic events and almost lost their lives a fuck-ton of times.

• Because of that, they've changed. They've diverged from being you into the MC that they are now.

• The life you're living now shall be treated as the MC's canonical past.

• Also, because The Obey Me!cast feels bad from all the times you suffered and almost died because of them, they tend to overcompensate you.

• You get dressed in the finest of fabrics, most luxurious jewels, as well as housed and fed with the best things that the three realms have to offer.

• You don't take them for granted, but years of living with that lifestyle had raised your standards to new heights and changed the way that you act towards certain things.

• You're free to make up your own head canons if you don't like mine, also y'all can give me feedback if you want so I can improve my work.

• This story will be set a few years after the canon of the Obey Me games.

• • • • •

Who would've thought that it would be a bad idea to try to trick someone who literally reeks of luxury to live in an old, bout-to-fall-apart dormitory?

Well, certainly not Crowley.

That fact became known when 'The shady looking dorm leader™' and also, the tablet decided to tag along with you, Yuu and Crowley, but then had to help Yuu in holding you back so that you wouldn't beat the ever living crap out of the headmaster the moment he dared to bring y'all in front of this rustic establishment and say "It had charm". (Too many You's)

Oh really? really?? Oh you'll see real charm when I beat you straight into the afterlife you greasy son of a bitc–

*Ehem*

It did not end well.

So instead of that, the headmaster had to temporarily put you and your fellow stranded-in-dis-school-human into the infirmary as your temporary abode and promised to fix the shoddy dorm so that it can safely house people in it. (Grim will appear in the future, dw)

*Que Azul tryna make you stay in Octavinelle and you vehemently declining that offer.*

Also, you're starting to get creeped-out by the floating tablet that keeps following you around and won't stop with taking pictures. there's also the small maniacal giggles coming out of the device.

• • • • • •

So there you two are, two people that've been kidnapped by this school's fuckin carriage are now bonding in the infirmary and distracting each other by venting about problems back home. (You two are too wary to be able to sleep properly.)

Like, yes Yuu, I'm in a polyamorous with more than a dozen problematic individuals.

Yes, it works out. somehow

Damn, three assignments due tomorrow all from the same subject? Have you ever tried cheating off of your classmates?

Oh— wait what?! a classmate from biology was caught fucking with a professor in a classroom!? Seriously??

No, I unfortunately no longer have a grasp on the concept of private space and poverty.

Yes, maintaining a relationship with a lot of people at the same time can be hard.

A lot of them are rich.

Wait, a seatmate of yours really gave two free expensive sketch pads just because you asked?? Where can I find that person??

Yes they all act like my sugar daddies and my man-children in one way or another.

No, don't you dare pimp yourself out, okay? There may be a lot of people in my life but the important thing is that we all love each other.

We support, comfort, protect, and guide each other to the best we can.

No— that didn't happen in a day, I had to bend over backwards and almost die a shit-ton of times before I managed to wiggle myself firmly into the hearts of those fuckers.

...Q- Questions about our sex life will be automatically ignored.

Just.. be nice to others, even if it's seemingly stupid.

Unless they are absolute scum then just maintain distance.

You just gotta eyeball it to figure out when to stop being nice to someone.

Never and I mean NEVER treat anyone badly unless they did something unforgivable to you.

Don't call me kind. It's easier to have a grasp on other people if you're nice.

Pft— You once saw a book called "How to be a sugar baby 101" in the school library?! And you saw your principal reading it?!

Sure-sure, I'll help you with your math homework— wait a second.. Seriously?? We've been kidnapped, I ain't allowing you to do math. Where the hell did you even hide that thick-as-fuck test sheet anyways?? Up your ass?!

• • • •

You sigh for the third time this hour, looking at Yuu who's making a "Mom.. I threw up in the carpet... I'm sowwy🥺" expression as they stand beside your bed.

"What happened?"

Yuu winced, feeling embarrassed as they hear you talk to them like a disappointed parent, they had failed to appeal to Crowley about becoming a temporary student of this school and now had to be a janitor/errand kid.

"The headmaster said that I'll be the handy-man of the campus while he searches for a way to get us home..."

You feel a vein in your head throb and your eye start to twitch by of the sheer audacity being shown in front of your face.

You are now feeling the immense urge to hex that bird-bitch.

Satan sat straight in his seat, speaking out to the others in the meeting table.

"I can feel irritation and the urge to curse someone again." He said.

It would've been funny if this was another situation.

"That's definitely from MC, isn't it? You mentioned being half-asleep and feeling MC get agitated through your pact mark, right?" Diavolo asked.

"Yes, at least our pacts are still intact..." Satan nodded.

"Great, we can use this to monitor MC even if they're far away." Lucifer stated.

Countless search-parties and interrogations have already been conducted, but they're still clueless on where you can be or who could've taken you.

Even Barbatos couldn't see what had happened.

They're starting to get agitated, MC..

• • • • •

Jade watched as Azul frantically drafts and redrafts a new plan of his.

It seems that something caught the eye of their housewarden in the ceremony today.

"What could be so eye-catching that you're in such a hurry to obtain it, Azul?" Jade couldn't contain his curiosity and asked.

"It's a new student, Jade." Azul started.

"He possesses such a large amount of magical artifacts in his hands, It's unbelievable! They were all high quality too!"

Jade blinks.

"Don't you have enough magical artifacts around?"

Jade is confusion.

"You don't know it because you weren't there." Azul narrowed his eyes at Jade.

"I first thought those jewelry of his were similar to the ones that you can buy with enough money in annual auctions, but then I realized that it's very likely that those jewelry are customized."

"...How so?"

"So I decided to try and take a closer look, but when I actually got closer and almost touched one of them, I felt a strong thrum of magic that I haven't felt before!"

Oh?

Now that got Jade's attention.

Azul has been exposed to a lot of strong, powerful people and magical artifacts over the years that he and his twin were following this dormleader of theirs and yet there was actually an artifact so strong that he can feel strong waves of magic by just almost touching it?

How curious..... If the magic of the artifact was so strong, why didn't Azul sense it up until he literally almost held it in his hands?

Seems like this year won't be boring, after all..

• • • • •

BONUS: Someone has a crush.

"Brother, Your package has arrived— What are you... Are you making fan art of Mr. [L/n]...?"

Idia screams like a dumb girl in a horror movie as he tries to block the screen with his body.

"O-ORTHO?! WH-WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT KNOCKING FIRST??!"

"And... what's with the pose?"

Ortho tilts head innocently, confused on why his brother is drawing a new student in a pose that can often be seen on videos that are called "Thirst traps". he's still confused about why they're called that way.

Idia: "O- ORTHO THIS ISN'T ANYTHING BAD I SWEARAHGJSI—"

*Starts to fuckin steam*

"brOTHER YOU'RE BURNING THE CHAIR!"

"AH CRAP!"

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I woke up today and decided to kick canon's ass.

Elae: Thanks for reading this far.☺️

See y'all next time~

Next chapter: Prologue 5

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[jaywrites101]

So, we got your feedback

When I Blazed the advertisement post for my book The Wingman, I got a lot of positive feedback: from the black mc, to the fresh idea of following a homeless man who stays homeless in the end... It was pretty gratifying for me to get such good notes! But there was one criticism that kept reoccurring: the cover.

Now, I'm an adult. I've been online for a while now, and I thought I understood where this was coming from. Eighty percent of this hate is people just being put off by the idea of Blaze and hoping that, if they complained enough, Tumblr would remove it. Sure.

But then we found this unnamed expert who opened our eyes to the REAL problem!

Oh, right! It's the kernelling, duh! How did we not see it? Clearly, the font and the colorations were just ALL WRONG!

And you can't have a standard font with automated spacings! You need to hand-do that stuff, or people will think you published a book by yourself!

And they're right! So I talked with my illustrator, and we worked together to come up with a solution. For the kernelling AND the quality of the artwork!

See? Much better, right? The kernelling is now 100% hand-done, and you can see for yourself that having it fixes every problem people had with the cover! And that legibility is just so much better!

But I thought we could surpass our limits!

So we did.

The kernelling comment really impressed to me that the problem was just that a hand-drawn style—no matter how gorgeously done it was in five-year-old-kid authentic CRAYONS this time!—doesn't really look good. It doesn't sell that my book is a nitty-gritty serious book for adults! Why it looks like it might be made for children—Perish the notion!

It's the same reason you can't buy hot-pink cars. Other adults might laugh at you!

We can't have that!

So we went to work on a cover that reflects our mature and serious tastes as consummate professionals:

How about that! Now with 95% less color!! This is a cover you can take to the office with you. It just screams I do tax work for fun! With this book in hand, the guys at the office will feel outright inferior to your vast intellect! Girls will be indubitably impressed by your refined tastes. And ladies, if guys see you reading this book, they'll be so intimidated at your agglomeration of literature that they'll leave you alone! And yes, this is 100% hand-done kernelling too! What a savings!!! ...

but...

Gee... I don't know... something just feels... missing.

It felt like we needed some passion! So we went ahead and borrowed from the Romance Genre of book covers to make a third design.

You're welcome.

HAWT!! Now that's how you do a book cover! It's just so original and steamy!

But, oh nose! Now we can't decide which is the best cover to use!

Now it's up to you to vote on which cover is your favorite! Leave a comment or reblog with your thoughts. If you haven't seen it (or just want a reminder), the original post can be found here or you can buy The Wingman at any of these outlets:

Barnes & Noble, ThriftBooks, Bookshop.org, BookFinder, or Amazon

Below the cut is my serious review of using Blaze to advertise The Wingman. Read it to see if Blaze is a good fit for you! This parody of Clinch Cover's Art was made in part using free Unslpash stock photo's by Justin Essah, Meg Jerrard, and Mathew Schwartz.

Okay, now that that's over—serious business time! As you may know, I bought the largest Blaze package at $150.00 USD for approximately 50,000 impressions. This was in effect from Thursday, April 21, 08:38 to Friday, April 22, 08:38.

Overall, I got 58,193 Impressions. This broke down into: 239 likes, 50 reblogs, 7 comments (a few of them were my own.) 1 Follow (which was probably due to me adding them first) and 11 shares off of Tumblr.

I had two people purchase The Wingman. One print, one e-book. Meaning I had a net loss of about $130.00USD. And the post I Blazed has had precious few notes on it since Blazing.

What does this mean to the book industry? Well, it means advertising sucks. For one thing.

We meticulously combed the meta qualities of my serious post to be widely appealing and upbeat (qualities that get lots of reblogs). I know many people think that means I was cheating, but keep in mind—despite gaming the meta content to be marketable, I lost money. This, unfortunately, tracks with similar experiments done on Facebook and Amazon. If you're trying to advertise your stuff as an indie artist/author—DON'T! Tumblr is selling about the same impressions that other sites are using at about half the cost... actually, less than that, if you take in the fact that people find Tumblr advertisements amusing. It is important to note: This was NOT a high traffic day, so doing a similar experiment on a Friday/Saturday may yield slightly better results. Tags are a roulette. I did my best to tag appropriately, but there is most certainly a better method to utilize tagging. I did not follow up with a second Blaze on the same post to see if the extra advertising would reach different people. I suspect it will, but we deemed it too risky to Blaze the same serious advertisement twice. Ideally, an advertisement builds goodwill so people will like you; ours had mixed results on that front. A second Blaze would've stretched people's patience too much. Especially since there appears to be Blaze purists who want Blaze to only be used to meme on people.

Overall, being a novelist is harder than ever. At least with image art, the artist's work gets to speak for itself. The Art of Writing has to evolve, and the Art of Storytelling is trending toward shorter one-off posts or things in which other users can participate.

TL;DR: It's better to use Blaze to advertise yourself than it is to go anywhere else. But Blazing alone will not help you market your books. Expect to lose money.

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[sassykattery]

Elusive Slumber

Welcome to a short one-shot smut. I wrote this a while ago, and I thought why not throw this in for my readers. Basically you'll probably see a lot of Lucifer content this month from me.

synopsis: You're having trouble falling asleep, and what better way to find comfort than the eldest brother?

CW: no pronouns mentioned, no explicit genitals mentioned. this was written with an afab body in mind, but i do think anyone could enjoy the scene.

Pairing: LuciferxMC

Minors and Ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Enjoy

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It was late, one of the latest nights Lucifer's had in a long while, but Lord Diavolo had business to attend to, and he left his trusted right-hand to take care of some of his duties while he was gone for a few days. He could see the end of his work in sight, and it wouldn't be long before he could finally go to bed.

Meanwhile, it was also one of those nights where you couldn't sleep. Though you tried and tried, sweet slumber eluded you. Your thoughts kept drifting to those of Lucifer, and how he grabbed your waist earlier to move behind you after the student council meeting. Distinctly, you could remember feeling his pelvis brush your ass, and it made you freeze as his deep voice penetrated your ears to say, "Excuse me."

It was as if your legs were moving on their own, because suddenly, you were up and still in your pajamas, closing your bedroom door behind you to make your way to the eldest's office. You rationalized that maybe just being near him would quell your thoughts and you could eventually go to sleep.

After knocking, you heard a very quiet sigh followed by "Enter."

Slipping in silently, you closed the door behind you and approached the working demon. It was only when you were in front of his desk that Lucifer finally looked up at you, with slight surprise.

"MC, it's rather late for you to be awake," he commented, going back to his work.

"I can't sleep," you replied in a hushed tone.

Without looking up from his paper, he held up his free hand and did the "come hither" motion with his finger. Wordlessly, you came around his desk. He moved back slightly from his desk and patted his leg for you to sit on. Though you were a little surprised, you did as told and straddled his thigh, with one of your knees now in-between his legs and the other knee on the outer side of his leg you sat on. Carefully, you looped your arms down low around his waist and leaned into his torso, resting your head on his shoulder, almost like a koala to a tree. This allowed him to scoot back to his desk as he wrapped his arm around your back and continued working.

"I appreciate the company, MC. I'm sorry you can't sleep," he murmured to you, flipping another page. His chest vibrating against your torso as he spoke did wonders for you.

"Mm," is all you mumbled. It was to keep you from saying anything embarrassing, because coming here, you now realized, did nothing but stir up more of the feelings you had felt while thinking about him. To hear his gentle breathing, inhaling his intoxicating scent, feeling him all around you, it drove these thoughts and desires so much higher. It was all you could do just to stay still.

But, unfortunately, that wasn't to be in your favor, because Lucifer then shifted to put some of his papers away into a desk drawer, and his thigh was moving around between your legs, giving you the slightest friction against your crotch. It was just enough to cause you to sharply inhale, just a little, but that little bit was enough to get his attention. He continued what he was doing, but now his focus was divided, between his work and to see why exactly it was you couldn't sleep.

Returning to his original position, he only had two more documents to look through, but he was going to make them last just a touch longer while he toyed with you.

He leaned forward, as if he was trying to look at something, causing you to slide your hips back, creating more friction between the two of you at your burning center. Your body tensed up, and Lucifer fought to contain the smirk that threatened to smear his lips. Leaning himself back, you slipped into your original position, and again, your crotch was drug up his thigh. You seemed to have been holding on to him tighter now, as if you desperately wanted to stay still, but oh no, you were part of a little game he was trying to win.

He stopped moving then, giving you a little reprieve. Though, your body was betraying you to him: he could easily read how your breathing had become shallow, you were warm, oh you were burning up in-between your thighs, and now he could feel your thrumming heartbeat in your chest and down below.

After turning to the very last page, he then bounced the leg that you sat upon. It was just once, as if he were adjusting his foot position, but that one time forced the most adorable squeak from you. Now he definitely couldn't hide the smirk that graced his face. His thigh had bounced into your aching core, the one begging for any kind of stimulation. This vocalization made you freeze, and you waited for him to say something but it never came. Instead, he simply signed the last document, put his pen down, and relaxed back into his chair.

You started to wonder if maybe he didn't hear you, but then you felt his gloved hands sneak around to your hips. Gently, his fingers pressed into your plush flesh. This didn't help the ache that formed deep within your abdomen as the pressure built inside of you, begging you to relieve it. Your cheeks were burning, and you were glad that you kept your face glued to his shoulder, lest he see how embarrassed and turned on you were.

To your surprise, his hands squeezed your hips, and started to push them back, making your crotch slide back against his thigh again, and then he pulled your hips back in. The littlest gasp escaped your lips as it struck your nerves like tiny lightning bolts across your core to feel the drag of contact between you two. It was also because you realized he was now doing this on purpose, as he pushed your hips back and forth, moving you across his leg. Though you fought as hard as you could to contain it, when he bounced his leg again as your crotch drug across his thigh, you let out a little moan of surprise. You felt his head turn, his jaw now rubbing against your temple, as if to encourage you.

It took only a moment for you to consider what you wanted to do, before your hips decided for you, and they slowly rolled back and forth with the guiding motions of Lucifer's strong hands. Your breathing became ragged and the only noises in the office were your stifled moans and the rustling of fabrics. Wanting to hold on, your hands found their way to the front of his waist coat and curled into the fabric.

His hands guided you into a faster rhythm, and your sweet little whimpers increased in volume, like music to Lucifer's ears. Needing to feel closer to the demon, you moved your face to nuzzle his neck, your hot shaky breaths gracing his cool skin. He bounced his leg again, causing you to let out another surprised moan. The heat pooling in your core starting trickling out to the rest of your body, and instinctively you rocked your hips faster, pressing yourself down into his thigh as you ground out your sexual frustration.

Keeping one hand on your hip, he placed his other hand on the back of your neck and pressing the rest of his forearm into your shoulders and back, as if to hold you tight. He knew you were close, you just needed a little more. Seeing as you found your rhythm, his hand left your hip in favor of squeezing your ass, causing you to let out a more desperate whine. Turning his head again, he whispered to you,

"Cum for me."

This ignited your internal inferno, and involuntarily your thighs squeezed tightly the one of his you were riding on. Your eyes screwed shut as the coil that was tightening in your core finally sprung. With your release, your hips stuttered, grinding as hard as you could into one spot.

"L-Lucifer," you cried out to him, like a prayer. Small, light sobs racked through you as the grips of your orgasm sank deeper into you, the pleasure seeping into every nerve in your body. Your whole body was tense in this moment, and you froze except for the little twitches your hips gave.

It seemed like it was forever before your climax finally released its hold on you, and when it did, you slumped into the embrace of the demon that held you during the entire ordeal. Your body was exhausted from finally releasing all that sexual tension that had built up within you all day, and it was when you let out a content sigh that Lucifer relaxed his arms, and started stroking small circles into your back. It didn't take long for your sleep deprivation to start causing you to drift off.

Silently, Lucifer wrapped his arms around you, very tightly, and stood. Barely awake, you clung to him as he whisked you away to his room, where he gently laid you into his bed, changed into his sleeping robe, and returned to wrap himself around your sleeping frame.

There was no need for words, he was just happy he could help you fulfill a need you clearly had, and he was honored that you found a release through him. Though he didn't anticipate such a thing happening that night, he was secretly proud that just little things he did to you stirred up such feelings within yourself. Yes, he knew he riled you up earlier that day when he brushed behind you. He should like to do that again in the future, just maybe with less clothes and you grinding on something else of his.

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[belphies-cowgirl]

ways they say I love you

word count: 600+

content warning: tissue alert, spoilers for lesson 16, & Luke's part is purely platonic love

(I seriously needed tissues while writing this)

Lucifer: "I would fall from the celestial realm and be stripped of my wings a thousand times if it meant I could meet you and fall in love with you all over again. if it meant that I could keep loving you with every fiber of my being. if it meant that I could simply exist in the same lifetime as you."

Mammon: "I would work overtime as much as possible if it meant I could spoil you to your heart's content. just seeing your smile lights up my entire world, and no amount of grimm could ever shine as bright as you. all I truly want is your never-ending love, and I would happily let that greed consume me."

Levi: "MC, n-no amount of anime or video games c-could make me more excited than when I get to spend time with you and h-hold you in my arms. I can't believe someone as w-wonderful as you could ever love an otaku like me! y-you're my best friend, the Henry to my Lord of Shadow. I-I love you as much as I love Ruri-chan!"

Satan: "just hearing your angelic voice dulls the wrath inside of me. your soft touch cools the anger boiling beneath the surface. your kisses take my breath away, and i'm left speechless every time you say you love me. what's written in romance novels is nothing compared to our love story."

Asmo: "MC, I think I may love you more than I love myself. you have my heartstrings wrapped around your finger, and I couldn't be happier. your beauty has bewitched me, I never thought someone as beautiful as me could ever exist."

Beel: "just your love and warm existence are enough to fulfill this never-ending hunger inside me. food would never taste the same again if I ever lost you. so please MC, stay with me forever, I can't lose another person that I love again."

Belphie: "if I had known I was going to love you this much, I would have never tried to kill you, I would have never laid a harmful finger on you. I would have never lied or betrayed you. you're the only human I could never bring myself to hate. MC, please let me fall asleep with you in my arms every night, and wake up to your beautiful sleepy face every morning."

Diavolo: "my future was uncertain and I never truly knew what I wanted until I met you. when you left the Devildom, I found myself missing you more and more each day, missing the way your laughter would echo throughout the castle, and the way you got so excited to see me before you threw yourself into my arms. it hurt terribly to see you leave because I feared I would never see you again MC."

Barbatos: "I have waited over a thousand years for you, and I would wait a thousand more if it meant our paths would cross again someday. every version of you never fails to bring me to my knees, or keep my heartstrings intertwined with yours."

Simeon: "you looked absolutely ethereal the moment I first laid eyes on you. when I first heard your angelic voice, I couldn't get my heart to stop beating so fast. the feel of your soft skin against mine never fails to melt me to my core. I truly couldn't help myself from falling in love with you the first time my name escaped from your lips. MC, I would gladly spend an eternity loving you."

Solomon: "I will always love you, even when you're old and frail, even when you take your final breath. I wouldn't dare to love another being again after you're gone. my world would never be the same without you, my heart is eternally yours MC."

Luke: "MC don't you ever forget that you're my best friend, and I love you so much! so let's go bake some cookies together, I wanna try practicing decorating them with pretty designs!"

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[koqabear]

What The Body Wants

[art is by Herik Aa. Uldalen and Megan Howland]

Summary:

It’s not everyday that you get to single-handedly destroy the relationships you’ve worked so hard to build up. But, after one unexpected solo mission, and a whole lot of mishaps, it seems that you might have opened more doors than you closed. But hey, what the body wants, the body gets. 

Soobin x reader (ft. a whole lot of flirting with others that I will not address !)

Genre: sci-fi, enemies to…. Whatever’s going on, smut, thriller, (maybe?) fluff….(questionable) and a sprinkle of angst maybe!

Word count: 22K

Warnings: Smuggling and many more illegal activities, mentions of food, discrimination against humans, human trafficking, freeze branding, mentions of sex work/ free use workers, brief scene of assault, mentions of needles, drugging, forced/ accidental bond, tentacles, aphrodisiacs, (I can not stress these two enough) possessiveness

Smut warnings: dom!sb, sub!mc, use of pet names, degrading and praise, tentacles……oral (f & m receiving??? Kinda?? You’ll see), mc is tied up, and used as a fucktoy basically, multiple orgasms, dumbification, dacryphilia, breeding kink, possessiveness, Soobin shifts into someone sweeter, exhibitioning, talk of fivesome, aftercare and cuddling because Soobin is a changed man

Notes: I have officially gone insane. This story was supposed to come out for Valentine’s Day— can you believe that?! Please make sure to read all the warnings, as this is a bit of a strange story.

Comments, feedback, and reblogs are very appreciated! I worked so hard for this, anything that lets me know that you enjoyed it is enough! I hope you guys enjoy!! <3

Waking up to heavy pounding on your room door wasn’t the most ideal way to wake up, in your opinion. No, there were many other methods you preferred honestly, such as waking up to the alarms you set on your own, or simply letting your body do it for you. Yet the incessant pounding persisted, setting your body ablaze with anger as you yelled at the culprit to stop.

It was currently five AM—or at least you thought it was, according to the time zone of the planet you just left. 

“Just one successful mission after another, huh,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you slipped on some sweats before opening your room’s door— only to meet face to face with your persistent teammate who chose to wake you in such an abrupt manner. 

“Yeonjun,” you yawned, carelessly stretching your arms, watching the way Yeonjun dodged your limbs as they neared his face, “Goodmorning.”

Hearing your statement, he frowned, giving you a once over before scoffing in amusement. 

“It’s three in the afternoon,” he said, turning around and heading back to the main deck, briefly glancing back your way before adding, “Update your clock.”

Watching him leave, you withdrew from yelling at him for waking you up so rudely for no reason, choosing to gloss over his actions for once in order to process what he said. 

“Three in the afternoon?” You echoed, quickly stalking back to your room as you pulled away the shades from the small window that was provided for your quarters— and sure enough, the boring, endless scenery of the void of space had been replaced by the familiar sight of hidden landing docks that were spread around every planet, the area bustling with people who came and went from inside their ships.

“Are you kidding me?” You groaned, exasperated and exhausted as you trudged back to the meeting deck, already feeling your mood wilt drastically as you pieced together what was happening— another mission. 

“Yeonjun!,” you yelled out, watching the way the said man flinched in his seat, swiveling around in the chair that was reserved for the pilot, crossed arms and pointed glare already directed your way as he prepared for a scolding.

“That is no way to talk to your captain—“

“Yeah. Whatever, scoot,” you muttered, shoving him out of the chair as you made yourself comfortable, ignoring his angry protests as you shifted endlessly on the cushioned seat.

“How many times do I have to tell you guys to leave my chair alone,” the two of you froze as the sound of Taehyun’s voice made you stop your squabbling, looking up to see his cold stare directed at you. 

“To be fair, this is my ship,” you countered, voice uncertain as you wondered if this excuse would even work on him anymore. Watching him carefully, you took in the way his cold stare didn’t even seem to waver, his patience beginning to wear thin as his fingers tapped at his crossed arms. 

“To be fair,” he mocked, watching the way you flinched at the sound of his firm tone, “This ship wouldn’t even be running without me.”

Involuntarily, you raised a questioning brow, unable to hold yourself back as you began to quarrel with him instead. 

“Well I wouldn’t necessarily say that to be true—“

“Get out of my chair.”

“Okay.”

Reluctantly you stood, watching with resentment as Taehyun sat in the pilot's chair, adjusting himself calmly as though he were sitting in the greatest chair in the solar system— which he was. You had stolen it on one of your earlier missions as a smuggler, and not a day went by after that where you didn’t regret giving it to Taehyun as a gift for taking such good care of your ship and your team. 

Okay, maybe you were exaggerating. 

Actually, no you weren’t. You should’ve gotten him a box of chocolates instead. 

Having to sit in the old, worn down couches that your ship came with years ago didn’t help much either. You had never really gotten a chance to get better furniture for your ship, as you were always either getting yourself out of dangerous, life threatening situations, or getting yourself into them. 

Well, you digress. 

“Where’s Hyuka?” You mutter to yourself, picking at the old fabric of the couches to distract yourself from asking about the mission that Yeonjun obviously needed to talk about. 

“Might be in the lab again,” Yeonjun says, eyes slightly peeking at you from where he laid, sprawled casually on one of the couches as though he hadn’t been talking about his image as the captain earlier— not that he actually was one. 

Unsurprised, you scoffed, “that kid’s gonna blow a hole in this place one day, just watch,” you listened to the quiet chuckles of your crewmates before Hueningkai’s familiar whines of protest rang in your ears, the three of you glancing up to watch the youngest of the team walking in, hands endlessly tinkering with a mysterious device as usual. 

“I’m over here fixing your guys’ earpieces and this is how you repay me?” He whined, carelessly falling into the space beside you as you groaned, trying to push the giant off of you as he continued to lean onto you, ignoring your cries and continuing to screw the last piece of the little device he had in his hand, proceeding to casually regard Yeonjun instead.

“What’s on the agenda today?” He said, listening eagerly as he continued to squash you ruthlessly, Yeonjun’s words reluctantly quieting your protests as you forced yourself to listen to the mission that was given to your crew. 

“Tonight’s mission is a bit different than usual,” Yeonjun began, pulling up his tablet to display the assignment given to your team, the hologram lighting up the room. The three of you sat up, his words peaking your interest as you took in the image that was being displayed on the projection from his tablet.

“This time, we’re not smuggling anything— we’re stealing.” He paused to take in the mixed reactions that were pulled from you three, watching as you shared unsure glances and shifted expectantly in your seats. 

“Is that what we’re supposed to be leaving with tonight?” You asked, jutting your chin at the image that caught your eye— a close up of a woman who seemed to be wearing an intricate necklace. 

Yeonjun nodded, pulling up more files as he continued to explain your mission, “The person that reached out claims that the necklace was stolen from them; A prized possession passed down from generation to generation, said to be filled with priceless jewels and whatnot. While we don’t necessarily know if it’s all true,” He looked, a sly glint in his eye as a new projection took over that of the necklace— a projection with many, many zeros. 

“We do know that they mean business.” 

Barely trying to contain your surprise, you felt your eyes widen as a small yelp left you, leaning towards the projection of the transaction, as though taking your eyes off of it for a second would make it disappear. 

“You’re fucking with us, jjun,” you gasped out, eyes only widening more as Yeonjun only shook his head in denial. “This can’t be legit— what if we get in deep trouble for accepting? What if it’s a setup?”

Yeonjun only scoffed at that, acting as though receiving the amount of money you did wasn’t something to be alarmed about at all. 

“You act like what we do on the daily won’t get us in deep trouble.” You frowned at that, silently agreeing as you settled down, leaning back into the couch as you listened to what else he had to say. “Plus, you don’t need to worry about them being legit. I’ve contacted them already and have met with them, and I assure you it’s far from a setup. A petty feud, at most.”

“Great!” You said, clasping your hands together with relief, “So who are they?” 

You watched as Yeonjun avoided your gaze, clearing his throat nervously as he avoided your question. Feeling anxiety beginning to pool into your system as well, you were ready to ask again when he opened his mouth once more.

“Actually, I can’t tell you.” He said, fingers twisting together as he switched to a tab with the mission description. Your eyes skimmed through the text briefly, dread pooling through your stomach as you realized what was going on.

“It would be better if you didn’t know much about this mission, actually.”

“I’m going to retrieve that thing on my own?” You gaped, glancing back at Taehyun and Hueningkai, only to see them frowning with uncertainty as well. Letting yourself read the profiles more carefully, you couldn’t help the way your mouth was left agape the more you read.

“The queen of the planet…” you read out, exasperated as you looked back at the picture.

“The necklace is in her possession, yes.” Yeonjun bit his lips as he took in your response, trying to gauge what you might say in regards to agreeing to the mission. 

“This is ridiculous, Yeonjun,” your attention snapped to your team’s pilot, feeling relief that someone else was also voicing what you were thinking. “She can’t go in there by herself, that’s practically suicide.”

“Yeah,” Hueningkai said, the earpiece set aside long ago as his cheeks blushed with disbelief. “No one here has ever done a mission on our own. What we do is too dangerous for anything like that.”

“Look, I know it sounds insane. I do!” He said, reassuring the three of you as you shot him unsure looks, “But I promise that I wouldn’t agree to this if I didn’t think it would be safe,” Yeonjun shot you a small smile, leaning forward to reach out for your hand, “Or if I didn’t think you would be capable of handling it.”

You gulped, feeling the way Yeonjun clasped your hand tightly, waiting patiently for your answer as the rest of the crew listened expectantly. You looked into his eyes; Yeonjun— your childhood best friend, the one who got into this twisted business with you after finding out how exactly you were able to support your two siblings and still cover your mothers hospital bills with ease; Despite your desperate pleas for him to not join you and instead lead on a better life, he refused, saying that he would rather die than let you continue to risk your life on your own like that.

Nothing about the way he regarded you in this moment seemed to guilt trip or force you to go on the mission— declining a mission offer wasn’t an alien concept to your crew— and it wouldn’t be an exception now. 

“I’ll do it,” you said, feeling the tense air in the room disappear as Yeonjun slumped back with a smile on his face, Hueningkai and Taehyun looking at each other with surprise. 

“Great! I’ll contact the client and we’ll be making our way to the planet tonight— We’ll discuss further details of the plan on our way there.” 

You let out a breathy chuckle at that, laying back on the couch as you began to become unsure of your decision— Solo missions were something that your team has never done. No matter the circumstance, you had always made sure that no one was alone during a mission. But if anyone had to do it, it would be you. You couldn’t begin to imagine sending off one of your teammates to do a solo mission, left aside to watch and hope for the best.

Your thoughts were put to the side as the sound of Yeonjun choking on his drink brought you out your stupor, sitting up in alarm as you looked over to see what was happening, the sight of him hunched over his computer while coughing weakly making you rise up from your seat to see what was happening. 

“It’s— they just sent half of their payment to us, that’s all,” He said, coughs dying down as he cleared his throat, watching the way your eyes widened at the still impressive zeros that were splayed across the screen. 

“That necklace better be worth something,” you breathed out, still in awe as Yeonjun started dictating the coordinates to Taehyun. 

“Planet Nueves,” Taehyun said, double checking the coordinates as he prepared the ship to start up again, “Not as technologically advanced as other planets are these days, but they make up for it with their guards.”

“It’ll take us about fifteen hours from the station if we start now,” He announced, turning in his chair to look at you three, “Is there anything you guys need before we go?” The three of you remained silent for a moment before Hueningkai meekly cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as you all turned to look at him.

“Actually, I could kill for some of that pizza from the restaurant that’s just outside this station,” He flinched from the pointed look you gave him, gaze frantically flitting to his two other teammates to back him up. 

“Hyuka, don’t you think that there are more important things than—“ Just as you were going to begin your little speech, you caught sight of Hueningkai’s pleading eyes; only to be backed up by Yeonjun as he clasped onto your arm, silently pleading you to agree. 

“You’re kidding,” You said, only for Yeonjun to continue his silent plea. You sighed, closing your eyes as you tilted your head to the ceiling, officially defeated. “Taehyun?”

“Their pizza is pretty good,” He said without hesitation, not bothering to meet your gaze as he began to shut the ship back down.

This is what you get for making your teammates be all men— not that you did it on purpose. 

Karma.

❂❂❂

“A maid.” 

“Well don’t say it like that!” Yeonjun said, wiping his hands on a napkin as he reached for his drink, a frown on his face at your disappointed tone, “It’s the only way that we can sneak you in without others noticing. Humans on that planet are basically seen as—“

“Trash, a waste of space, replaceable working tools, yeah yeah,” you interrupted, uninterested in hearing his big speech for the upteenth time. “So what, we just sneak me into their human trafficking ship and call it a day? Hope that I can get access to the queen’s room in time?”

“Okay now you’re making me feel a bit stupid,” Yeonjun said, beginning to pout as he sat back on the soft cushioned back of the booth, “It’s not my fault that you’re always making the plans.”

“Yeah, well, you accepted the mission that put you in this position, so I’ll allow myself some criticism.” As much as you tried to not show it, the idea of going on this mission began to unsettle you, your racing mind constantly coming up with different ways this could all go wrong. Yet it seemed you couldn’t quite keep it in, as your teammates were quick to notice your ongoing nerves. 

“Hey, it’ll be alright, promise,” Yeonjun said, reaching across the table to hold your hand. You gladly accepted it, the warm feeling on his hand on yours grounding you once more. 

“We’ll be talking to you and watching with you the whole time, so you won’t truly be alone,” Taehyun piped up beside you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, the three watching as you sighed, calming yourself down enough to give them a small smile. 

“Yeah, thank you guys.”

❂❂❂

The trip to planet Neuves had felt like nothing— which could partially be attributed to the huge “nap” that you took; a little food coma, if you will. The rest of your time had been spent preparing and restlessly going over the plan with Yeonjun until you could recite it off the top of your head. But with only 30 minutes left between you and a small city to the west of the capital, you couldn’t help but thank yourself that you took a moment to recharge and go over things. (Even if half of it was coming up with what to do in every possible situation you could think of.) 

“Your earpiece works right? How about the camera? Turn to the side, I want to see if it’s noticeable—“

“Hyuka, for the last time, it’s fine,” You laughed, pushing him away as you fiddled with the small pendant necklace that contained the hidden camera. Your eyes caught on the time left before you would need to leave, the number going down once your ship made it through the planet's customs, showing a fake ID that had been provided by your client; which of course, had been triple checked by Hueningkai to be secure. 

“Sorry, I just—“ He runs a hand through his hair, the striking blonde sticking up every which way, “We’re also stressed, you know?” 

One look around the main deck and you would be able to see both Taehyun and Yeonjun feverently discussing all of the details of the plan together, racking their brains of anything that they might have missed. You’re not so sure why this slight change in your everyday missions had set everyone on edge, suddenly acting like it was their first time doing something illegal— you included. 

“I know, Hyuka,” You said softly, reaching up to readjust his hair. The boy leaned into your touch, eyes closing as you began to take in the dark circles under his eyes and the slow slur of his every movement. Patting his head, he looked back up, eyes slowly opening before meeting yours, your reassuring gaze calming him down a bit.

“But I’m a pretty tough cookie,” You said, slapping his arm as you turned away, walking up to Yeonjun and Taehyun before clapping their shoulders, startling them as they turned to you, “I’ll be able to get through this, no worries! I’ll be in and out, and no one will even have a clue that it’s missing.” You squeezed their shoulders in reassurance, sending your teammates a smile as you finally caught sight of your landing deck— time for phase one.

“Beomgyu should be waiting for us down there,” Yeonjun said, grabbing his coat and putting on a mask to hide his face as Taehyun successfully landed your small ship. Human trafficking was already quite illegal, so convincing Beomgyu with a couple hundreds to sneak you on board with the rest had been quite easy; None of the other humans that would be going on board had were stripped from and documented identification, so if anything went wrong, a simple “I had no idea” would suffice for Beomgyu. If anything, Yeonjun told you that he was under the impression that you were just being sold off to him. 

While the very thought gave you chills, you knew that none of this was real— for you, at least. The idea of looking into the human trafficking scene after you came back was suddenly itching at you. 

“You ready?” Yeonjun said, the other two standing behind him as you nodded, bracing yourself for anything you might see— you knew better than to get yourself involved with things that didn’t pertain to you. 

“Yeah,” you tried to not wince at the evident shakiness in your voice, opting to silently raise your wrists out to him.

He proceeded to wordlessly handcuff you; It was better if nothing else was said, the energy much too sentimental for you to open your mouth. Just as you were about to turn to lead the way to the exit, you felt yourself being pulled back and into Yeonjun’s embrace, your surprise being muffled as you went face first into his chest, his arms wrapping around your body tightly. You peeked over his shoulder as he nuzzled into you, sending Hueningkai and Taehyun a confused look, only for them to give you a shrug in return. 

“Oh, fuck it,” Hueningkai sighed, rushing to join the two of you, only to be joined shortly by Taehyun. 

The room was silent.

“Guys, I’m not dying.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you pushed yourself from their embrace, ignoring their protests as you took a step back.

“Guys, it’s alright, really! You’re gonna jinx it if you keep acting like this,” You hoped that your carefree tone would relax them, and you felt triumph at the sight of the tension in their shoulders being released. “They’re waiting for us, come on Yeonjun.”

With a curt nod, he got a hold of your arm, opening the door as he led you through, allowing you a quick shout of goodbye before you were walking down the steps of your ship.

“Remember, you’re a prisoner,” Yeonjun murmured in your ear, his hold on your arm suddenly becoming rougher as his pace quickened, leaving you to stumble behind him at his intense pace. With one last glance at you, he mutters, “Sorry if I hurt you.” Before going completely silent. 

The ground beneath you was pure sand, kicking up under your feet as you took in the desert area around you— a perfect area to transport victims. You finally spotted the ship ahead of you, along with a building that was escorting people out of it; you tried to ignore the nauseating feeling in your stomach that came up at the sight.

You were more than happy for a distraction as you heard a soft click, followed by a few seconds of static, before it finally broke off to reveal Hueningkai’s voice. 

“Hello? Yeonjun? ___? Can you hear me?” You were caught off guard at the clearness of his voice, softly nodding your head before realizing stupidly that he couldn’t see you. 

“Yeah, perfectly, actually,” you said, not bothering to hide the awe from your voice, recalling his message, you glanced at the boy in front of you. “Yeonjun has one on too?” To answer your question, he glanced back at that, managing to hear you despite the raging winds that were native to the planet, the strong gusts paired with the flying sand making it impossible for you to keep up with him— perfect for the act, actually. 

“Just while he’s outside with you, after that he’ll be listening to a speaker with us. Can you say something as softly as possible? We want to see how much your mic will pick up.” 

Humming in thought, you decided to just say something basic to test things out. “Hello?” The sound could barely be heard, even to yourself. And yet, Hueningkai’s triumphant cheer could be heard in your ear, causing you to wince at the loud sound invading your ear drum.

“I hear you just fine! Oh, this is perfect, I’m such a genius,” You rolled your eyes at his continuous self praise, shaking your head in amusement as the boy continued to ramble off in your ear.

“She just rolled her eyes at you,” Your head snapped up to meet Yeonjun’s eyes, growling with annoyance at the fact that he somehow managed to catch that. You tried to catch up to him in order to kick at the back of his knee, but you were stumped as he stepped out of the way, leaving you to stumble stupidly, Yeonjun being the only one who could stablize you. 

“You motherfu—“ Your cursing was cut short as he suddenly pulled you up, bringing you close to him as you straightened up, all words dying on your tongue as you made eye contact with who you presumed to be Beomgyu, who was in the middle of escorting the group of people onto his ship.

“Is this the one you were talking about?” He said, voice carrying effortlessly through the winds that continued to blow through the planet; how could anyone live in this? Yeonjun nodded, giving you a slight push forward, bringing you right in front of Beomgyu. He had long hair that was pulled up into a ponytail, his round glasses not hiding the way he took in your features, his eyes running over your body just as shamelessly. Even with the mask that covered his face you could see the amusement in his eyes as he looked at you, taking a step closer as he hummed in satisfaction.

“A pretty one. If you don’t want her, I’m sure I could offer you some good money—“ 

“No.” Yeonjun practically snarled, pulling you to him as he glared down at the boy who simply took a step back in acknowledgement. He shrugged, seemingly unfazed by your teammates' behavior as he began digging in his pockets before pulling out a strange instrument. 

“Fine. Don’t know why you’re giving her away if you’re reacting like that though,” His comment was clearly meant to bother Yeonjun, but he refused to bite the bait as he stood silently at your side, watching carefully as Beomgyu opened the strange instrument, revealing a stamp of some kind. Motioning for your arm, you slowly offered it to him, hands balled in fists as he carefully lined the stamp, before grabbing a hold of your arm with one hand and pressing the stamp down firmly to your skin with the other.

Flinching, you tried to not let out a groan of pain at the invasive feeling; it was freezing. You felt the pain sear through you as a sound came from the it, the stamp lighting up as it counted down the seconds. Instinctively, you tried to pull away, but Beomgyu’s grip on your arm made it nearly impossible, your legs beginning to shake from the pain as you watched his unmoving expression, his eyes trained on the timer of the stamp as his glasses slid down slightly. 

Just when you thought that Yeonjun would finally give in and interfere, Beomgyu finally lifted the stamp from your arm, your stomach lurching as you saw what had been left behind.

Seared into the skin just under your wrist was a barcode, serving as a bleak reminder of just where you were going. You hear Yeonjun let out a small sound of protest, but before you can turn to him Beomgyu is grabbing you once more and forcing you into the ship, the sudden move forcing you to briefly glance back, hurriedly meeting his eyes as you mutter a quick goodbye. 

“Be safe.” 

With those being the last words you heard from him, you turn around, taking a deep breath as Beomgyu begins to lead you down the dim corridor of the ship and into a strange room. With a harsh push, you stumble inside to be met with five other girls who seem to be in the same state as you— shackled and unsure of what was coming next. Taking a seat on one of the benches, Beomgyu pulls you down next to him as you hear the ship begin to take off, the loud rumble taking up the deafening silence inside.

“As you know, you’re all here for a reason,” Beomgyu began, breaking the silence suddenly as you all turned to him, “Treason, murder, you get the idea,” you flinched as Beomgyu bumped your shoulder, sending you a teasing grin as if he knew more than he let on. (He didn’t, but he knew that you weren’t exactly being simply sold off like Yeonjun had informed him.)

“We’re currently headed to the kingdom, which will take about twenty minutes to do. There, you will be put to work for the queen, since she’s always running out of workers, somehow…” He trailed off at that, sarcasm dripping from his tone as he suggested that the worker’s disappearance truly wasn’t much of a mystery. 

You felt yourself drifting away as he continued to explain the procedures that would happen once you arrived, your mind going over your plan instead. To be blunt, your plan relied purely on chance; Arrive at the kingdom, find an opening, and sneak off to the room that housed the target item. After going over the intricate floor plans of the kingdom, you were able to discover the secret room that the queen housed at the top floor— which would be impossible to get to without having a reason to go up. 

If anything, the only reason you would be able to go by unnoticed was because of the big preparations for the planet’s annual ball. The doors would be open for anyone and everyone who was good enough to receive an invite, and the home would surely be packed with enough people to leave you with enough time to sneak around the palace— at least, you hoped so. 

❂❂❂

Out of the many kingdoms you have encountered in your days as a smuggler, you have never seen one quite as intricate as this. The moment your group was able to land on the dock behind the palace, you were able to take in all of the small details that were added to the building. Fine jewels and large arcs were added to the palace, the many rooms and hallways shown to those outside from the large windows that decorate every wall bathing the interior with light. 

“Holy shit,” The mutters of awe from your teammates rang out in your ear, your body flinching in surprise at the sudden sound. You were finally able to make it inside, the sounds of scrambling from your earpiece distracting you from the way the guards at the door scanned your code— officially registering you in their system. 

“You should be in the back entrance in the main wing. Remember, you need to make your way to the west wing as quickly as possible once the party starts. But for now, remain as inconspicuous as you can and don’t draw attention to yourself. Try not to interact with any of the other staff, either.” You couldn’t help but nod at his words, even though you knew that he wouldn’t be able to see you. 

You walked down the corridors, trying to memorize any detail that would help you get back to the main entrance. As far as you knew, you were being led to what was called the servants wing. From your research, the planet as a whole wasn’t too keen on the human species, and discrimination was quite normal.

So you couldn’t find it in yourself to be surprised at the decrepit room that you were met with, allowing yourself to be tossed in by Beomgyu as he bid you all goodbye and good luck. You shivered at the implications of his words. 

Moments later you were given maps to the building and were swept away to change and be oriented on what to do, just as you expected from what Yeonjun had told you. It all seemed to be a standard cleaning job, though you weren’t much of a fan of the stereotypical maid outfit you were given, picking at the white ruffles in disdain as you adjusted the thigh high socks you were given— seriously, who’s idea was this?

It wasn’t until you were told to go to the west wing that you began to piece everything together— meaning, the hungry looks all the non-humans seemed to give you and the other workers. 

“Yeonjun,” you growled, hurrying your stride as you got a particularly lingering look by one of the guards, “Remind me again what exactly the job description for this thing is?”

Judging by the nervous chuckles ringing out in your ear, you knew that you had caught on to something he forgot to mention. (Or just didn’t want to, judging by his hesitation.) 

“Well, uhm,” you listened to him expectantly as your destination finally made its way into your view, unable to help yourself as you began to practically sprint to the door.

“You see, on planet Nueves, it’s not uncommon for people to enslave humans,” You clenched your jaw, biting back on calling him out for his stalling, “Cleaning, cooking, work, all of that.”

“What else, Yeonjun?” 

“Well,” Yeonjun said, gulping as you reached to open the doors to your destination, “Humans are also used as sex workers. “

You practically bit through your tongue at that, immediately bowing your head down in pain as the protests and exclamations of your teammates rang loudly through your ear. Though you could hear Yeonjun try to justify his horrid decision, followed by his profuse apologies, you couldn’t help but drown him out, your mind much more focused on the strange man who seemed to be waiting for you, other workers silently standing by as well. 

Breathing in slowly through your nose, you bowed to him as you kept your eyes cast down, the throbbing pain in your mouth serving as a nice distraction from all the chaos that was going on in your earpiece; from what you could hear, Yeonjun definitely got his karma. 

And now, you couldn’t help but feel nerves break out inside you once you realized that this man was not human. From the looks of it, he seemed to be a higher up staff member, considering the way the other people seemed to wait for his command. 

“The castle is currently under intense preparations for tonight’s ball,” His voice was clear and strong, cutting through the silence so sharply you couldn’t help but look up, noticing the way the other’s did the same as well. “But that doesn’t mean that our duties of maintaining the castle clean and dignified have disappeared.”

He began to assign tasks to each person, and you took this opportunity to take a look at the man as he described each task thoroughly. Well, just as you had expected, he was definitely not human. Maybe it was because of his astounding eyes, which seemed to swirl with flecks of scarlet, small shards of the same scarlet scattered beneath the corner of his eye, glowing softly in the room despite the fact that light poured through the windows, or maybe it was his stiff and robotic movements, his tone cold and intimidating as he easily towered over all of you. 

Your eyes couldn’t help but catch on the coat he wore, tailored perfectly to his body and left with six horizontal cuts on his back, three perfectly lined on each side and so small that you would miss it if you didn’t look at him at the right angle.

“Did you hear what I said?” 

Head snapping up, you couldn’t help but flush with embarrassment at the realization that you were the last one left in the room, the others leaving long ago to begin their duties they were assigned to. The man remained silent, turning to you instead as he took slow, deliberate steps in your direction. 

“Play it cool, don’t say anything,” you heard Hueningkai say into your ear, but you could hardly pay attention to him as you watched the way the light caught on the man’s hair, bringing out the hidden red tone and forming a ring of unruly fire around his figure, the flames seemingly dancing around under your panicked gaze; no, you realize, it’s actually moving. 

Slowly, as though under water, his hair moved, managing to both awe and terrify you further as you couldn’t help but stay still and hope for the best. His eyes seemed to swirl harshly as he stared down at you, quiet for a moment before he finally opened his mouth to speak.

“You are to clean the bottom floor in the East wing. If you have questions, ask those who were assigned the area with you.”

“The east wing? Oh, this isn’t good,” Hueningkai seemed to voice what you were all thinking, because as much as you would have loved to complain with him, you were currently trying to not show how distraught the news made you. 

It seemed as though your prolonged silence seemed to bother the man, because he proceeded to take another step forward, bringing you out of your frozen state as you were forced to take a step back in retaliation. You looked up, meeting his gaze with a gulp of nervousness— man this guy was terrifying. 

“Understood?” 

“Understood.”

The very sound of your voice was able to give away how shaken you were, the man’s eyes narrowing at you before he turned, the air around you seemingly going down a few degrees the moment he left the room. Bracing against the wall, you shuddered, pressing your forehead against the cool marble wall in order to ground yourself.

“Fuck he’s terrifying,” you whispered, unsure of any surveillance that there might be in the room. You heard a couple of chuckles in your ear as a response, 

“Tell me about it,” Taehyun said, checking the floor plans once more as he spoke, “I could practically hear your nervous breathing. The camera was so shaky we could barely see a thing.”

Scoffing at his words, you pushed yourself off the wall, brushing down your ridiculous dress as you readjusted your appearance. “Right,” you said, shaking your head as you heard laughter in your earpiece— for such a serious mission, they did seem to be enjoying themselves.

“Tell me, Yeonjun,” you began again, still not over the bomb of information that had been dropped so suddenly, “Tell me when exactly you were going to let me know about the sex worker thing? That is, you were going to tell me, right?”

It seemed to go silent on the other side, and you carefully cracked the door open as you checked for any non humans that would be around to ogle at you. Once you deemed it safe, you quickly made your escape, glancing down at your map once in a while to make sure you were going the right way. You didn’t really need it though, not after the grueling hours you took to memorize the building. You did, however, notice how inaccurate the map truly was; most of the personal rooms were left unlabeled on the map, and many of the hidden rooms were taken out of the map completely.

Makes sense, you thought, bowing your head down politely at the sight of another staff member who seemed to be higher ranked than you— well, then again, who wasn’t?

“I was going to tell you,” Yeonjun’s voice rang out sincerely in your ear, and you could tell that he was feeling guilty about his actions.

“It’s just, I didn’t know how to bring it up. But!” It’s almost as though he anticipated the insult you were about to send to him, as he quickly hurried his words so he could get his next statement out. “There is a way that you can put yourself off limits! I’m sure they were supposed to give these out already,” he said, trailing off softly at the end, “But you should be able to ask a higher up for a pin which will render you off limits— some science-y magic stuff, I don’t know.” 

“Okay,” you gritted out, still not yet ready to forgive Yeonjun for his carelessness— As it turns out, you don’t quite enjoy being looked at like you’re a piece of delectable meat. “Who am I supposed to get it from?”

“Well, that would be your task manager; meaning, the man you just talked to.”

“You’re fucking with me,” you gasped, reaching the bottom of the staircase and already finding others who had already begun their cleaning. After hearing a “no” on the other end, you couldn’t help but go silent, choosing to look around the floor first in hopes to sight the man.

As it turns out, the pins were handed out; you just hadn’t arrived in time to get one. One look around the room showed you that basically everyone on this floor had a pin. As you began to search for anyone who could guide you to the man, you noticed the strange looks you were given by others— presumably because of your lack of protection. 

After a good couple of minutes of you looking around uselessly, you were able to spot an older woman silently watching over everyone, her differing attire giving away that she was not here to clean like everyone else. 

“Excuse me?” You began, approaching her meekly as she turned her attention to you. “Sorry, I just— I wasn’t able to get a pin, where is…?” 

She turned to you, slowly scanning your attire before landing on her face, her eyes flashing in recognition— literally. The single action made you shudder, the sudden flash of white showing you that she wasn’t human herself, and if she wanted to, she could probably refuse you.

“You are to go to your task manager. He’s on the top floor of the east wing. I’ve notified him of your arrival.” She watched you carefully as you bowed in gratitude, her eyes following you as you made your way to the door. 

“Don’t linger around,” She said, her voice loud and clear despite you being across the room now, turning around to see her rooted to her spot. “He’s a busy man. He won’t enjoy having his schedule interrupted.”

You nodded slowly, hand reaching for the knob behind you as you tried to avoid her intense eyes. Finally exiting the room, you sighed in relief, your eyes landing on the staircase you took to get down to the bottom floor. 

“Woah,” you heard Hueningkai say in your ear, “Creepy. Did you hear how she said she already notified the guy? That’s crazy! Wonder if they communicate like that only…” You blurred out Hueningkai’s ramble of constant theories wondering how they communicate, focusing instead on making sure that there was no one in the hallways that could get in your way— luckily for you, the corridors around you seemed to be deserted. 

“Weird. Why is this place so empty? You’d think this place would be filled with staff.” You mumbled, hand gripping onto the railing as you noticed how the spiral staircase beneath you was seemingly never ending. The ongoing discussion in your earpiece went quiet as you made the comment, no doubt bringing your observation to their attention for the first time. 

“Actually, now that you mention it…” Yeonjun seemed to click away at the keyboard on the other side of your head piece, leaving you to wonder silently as you continued your trek up the endless stairs. “The ball should be going on by now.” 

“Now?” You repeat, a newfound adrenaline coursing through you as your goal came into mind once more. “This could be it! Screw the pin, I should be able to sneak to the West wing now that no one is looking over me.” 

“Actually, I’m not sure if that’s a great idea,” Yeonjun interrupted, trying to bring you back to your senses as you rushed up the stairs, finally spotting the end, “There might still be guards around you know, plus, what if the task manager sees you—?”

“I can say I got lost,” you whisper, scanning the hall as you made sure that it was completely empty, “Plus, why would there be guards around here? The real concern is downstairs with all the commoners.”

“You’re being reckless!” Yeonjun hissed, frantically scanning the area in the camera as well to make sure no one was around. “You do realize that without that pin, you’re risking yourself to potential threats—“ 

“Yeah, but then again you didn’t seem to have much of a problem mentioning that to me in the first place.” You say, still hurt about the fact that he left out such a dangerous detail. Your footsteps are light, just as you taught yourself, the only sound in the empty hall being the occasional whispers to your team back on the ship. 

You may be taking a huge risk right now, but you weren’t stupid— all of the guards main concern was making sure that their queen was alright, and if anything, the places teeming with security right now would be the main entrances that would lead to the rest of the castle; their human servants would be too terrified for their lives to act out.

Which leads to this— empty corridors, empty wings, perfect for your mission. 

And yet, you can’t predict everything. 

“Well, isn’t this quite the sight?”

You feel yourself freeze up as the brush of breath passes your cheek, your body no longer listening to your command as two hands grab onto your biceps roughly. The gruff voice is too close, too sudden, and yet, you hadn’t noticed a thing. 

Shit, you’re kidding!

The hands proceed to turn you around roughly, and before you know it, you're hovering off the ground and being pushed back into the wall, the impact causing the air to leave your lungs. Your eyes open slowly, your lungs stinging and the loud voices in your ear too much for you to be able to react properly. That, and the fact that this monster has rendered you powerless.

Seriously, this mission was a lesson learned. 

“Just in time too, I almost thought that I would have to go to another kingdom to find a good servant.” 

It was as if all the blood drained from your body, leaving you to gape in horror as you realized just what his intentions were. You could already hear Yeonjun’s rapid typing followed by unintelligible strings of “sorry’s” and “I can fix this”. 

Yet none of that mattered as the man held you still, his rough grip no doubt leaving bruises as he eyed you with a heavy hunger in his eyes that made your skin crawl. As much as you fidgeted and moved, you found yourself stuck in place, his eyes commanding your attention, unable to look away as if they were pinned there. 

“See, it’s so unfair that the kingdom allows their little humans to parade around in clothes like these, only to leave them off limits,” the man before you practically salvated as his hands traveled around your body, playing with the ruffles and frills of the dress, lingering at the hem of your skirt. 

“I got it!” Yeonjun exclaimed, the sound shaking you out of your terror as you focused on his next words. “His eyes— that’s what’s keeping you immobilized. Whatever you do, don’t look into his eyes!” 

It wasn’t as though that piece of advice was going to help you escape then and there, but as you closed your eyes, the amount of willpower to do so bringing a headache over you, you felt your limbs relax at once as you were finally allowed to kick and trash around in his grip. Your nails dig deep into his arm as your eyes remain screwed tight, bringing the skin to your mouth and biting down as hard as you could, finally feeling yourself dropped from his grip. 

And though years of combat training had prepared you for this moment, you knew better than to give yourself away— if this monster knew that you had it in you to fight back, there would no doubt be guards coming to capture you before you could even get a glimpse of the queen’s bedroom. 

So you did the second best thing you could— you ran.

You didn’t dare look back as the sound of the monster’s heavy footsteps thudded behind you, the heels that you wore bringing your speed down more than you would have liked. Yet, just as you saw the staircase at the end of the hall, your path was blocked with a new obstacle as someone exited one of the many bedrooms that lined the hall, spotting you immediately and assessing the situation before you could even say anything. And before you knew it, you were being pulled behind the figure, the monster that had been quickly gaining on you skidding to a halt as the sound of his protests began to fill the hall. 

“Hey man, I already called dibs on that one, find your own,” the man said, glaring down from where you hid behind the man. You continued your act, flinching at his gaze and avoiding his eyes as you clung to the man that saved you just in time. Glancing up, you felt a wave of relief as you recognized the fiery hair and intimidating aura— your task manager. 

“How repulsive,” the man spoke, his face grim as he took on a protective stance— man, if you weren’t at risk of putting the whole mission (and your life) in jeopardy, you might have taken the time to admire his physic a bit more. 

“How you were able to get past the guards is truly a wonder,” you stiffened for a moment, before you realized once more that he was in fact, still talking to the man that had revealed himself as a trespasser. With one glance behind him, he locked eyes with you, the glowing red catching you off guard as he nodded to the door he had just come out of. “Go inside, I’ll take care of him. And don’t come out until I say so.” 

Hesitantly, you nodded, and without another glance back, you ran to the room, just in time to hear the sounds of struggle ring out in the hallway; It sounds as though the monster was ready to break through the door at any moment. Sighing, you run a hand down your face, feeling your heartbeat slowly calm down from the adrenaline rush of it all.

“Fuck, this is getting ridiculous,” you sigh, leaning against the windowsill as you listen to the sounds of destruction slowly die down, “Yeonjun, where am I?”

“Just another storage room,” Yeonjun began, the sound of rustling paper no doubt indicating him checking the map, “Paintings, artifacts, and whatnot.” You heard incoherent mumbling on the other side as you heard Hueningkai’s voice chime in, discussing a hidden pathway that had suddenly caught their attention. 

“Wait, this could work,” Yeonjun said, catching your attention once more as you retracted your hand from grabbing one of the intricate vases on the shelf. The fighting outside had disappeared completely, but you could still hear your task manager’s interrogating voice on the other side of the wall; you were running out of time. 

“What is it, the guy might come in at any moment.” You said, beginning to observe the room around you for any signs of a secret pathway. No stereotypical bookshelves or gigantic paintings stood out to you, so you weren’t exactly sure what you would be looking for. The sounds of multiple footsteps closing just outside your door brought out a shot of adrenaline through your veins, taking matters into your own hands as you began to sort through the no doubt expensive artifacts.

“Uhh,” Hueningkai spoke, shuffling through papers and clicking away at the keyboard, noticing the hurried pace in your movements, “It’s the tile! Look for a tile just under the window, you should be able to pull it up and find a trapdoor; be careful though, it’s very fragile.”

At his instructions, your head snapped back to where the window was, inspecting the strange patterns of the tiles, trying to find one that you might be able to pull loose. You stilled, your eyes catching on the way that a tile seemed a bit too spaced from the others, the placement almost uneven. 

“Found it,” you whispered, grinning triumphantly, reaching down to check your suspicions—

Only to shift at the last second as you pretended to fix your stockings, your heart racing once more as the door swung open, revealing the very one person you’d rather not see at the moment.

Turning around, you feigned a look of innocence, eyes wide and afraid as you watched the man that had chased you down be escorted by multiple guards, chained and muffled as he thrashed around in protest, only to be dragged around due to the sheer force of the guards. 

“You were the one who was sent to see me, were you not?” The man said, cutting you off before you could ask about the man being escorted away. You nodded, watching as he closed the door behind him, shuffling side to side as you felt the floor underneath you shift with your movements; you were quite literally standing on the secret passageway, the tile shifting every time you shuffle your feet. 

“Yes, I am,” you said, ducking your head meekly as you tried your best to seem as someone who would not pose a threat to him, “I was told that you would be on this floor, but I had trouble finding you, Mister—“

“Soobin,” he added in, reaching into his pocket as he pulled out the object of your desire— the demented pin that had put you in this situation in the first place. “Choi Soobin. Come here,” his voice was low as you slowly made your way to him, averting your gaze as he began to attach the pin to your clothing.

“Such embarrassment,” Soobin began, carefully pushing the needle through the thick layers of your outfit, “Other kingdoms may allow their servants to be free of use, but that is not how we do things here. Such lack of decorum, it’s revolting.” 

Securing the needle back on, you smoothed over your dress, feeling the cool golden crest under your skin. It was nice to know that there were others that agreed that the idea of free use was sick. Looking back up, you noticed the deep fire in his eyes had cooled down, replaced with a muted color that almost gave him a bored look as he observed you. 

“It contains a nulling spell,” he explained, beginning to adjust the parts of your outfit that had become askew due to the assaultant’s behavior, “In this planet, the scent of humans and their blood is like a drug— so much so that it isn’t uncommon for kingdoms to allow their workers to do whatever they’d like to the human indentured workers. Afterall, those that are here are sent as punishment,” he shot you a look on the mention of punishment, leaving you to look away sheepishly— it seems that you weren’t being totally undermined afterall.

Opening the door, he places a hand on your shoulder, guiding you outside and back toward the staircase you came from; back to square one. 

“Is that why that man was after me?” You spoke, trying your best to stall in hopes that you would be able to find a way to escape. You were so close to your goal, who knows if you would be able to sneak off again! 

It was almost subconscious, the way that Soobin automatically adjusted to the sudden slow of your footsteps, finding as much interest in the topic as you pretended to. His brows furrowed as he spoke, hands clasped behind him as he allowed himself to slow to a stop with you, seemingly unaware or simply unbothered that you had stopped walking. 

“Well, yes. To put it short, he must have either smelled your scent or felt your heartbeat from far away, which led him to sneak past security. A possibly detrimental failure on their part, they most likely won’t live to see another day, whether that be inside the castle or not,” he said, casually glossing over the fact that this kingdom wasn’t past executing for any potential errors. You shivered at the implications, nodded along to his words as you encouraged him to continue. 

“We have to do something, ___ will be taken back to the bottom floor if we don’t get her to sneak away soon. Who knows when she’ll have the next excuse to be so unsupervised,” Hueningkai said, taking this chance to try to come up with a distraction, “Okay, what if we were to—“

You flinched as Soobin’s eyes flashed white, his body stiff as he froze, eyes going back to normal once more before he spoke. “I must go,” he said, nodding at you before turning around, heading to the stairs of the west wing before he turned, “Go back to your task, I have notified them that you will arrive soon. We will know if you aren’t there by a certain time, and there will be repercussions.”

Nodding eagerly at that, you turned around, heading back to your stairway as you listened to the sound of his footsteps fade away. 

Good thing you don’t even work here. 

Taking one last look behind you, you slipped off your heels as you made your way back to the room, barely making noise as you slipped back inside.

“Where does this passageway lead,” you muttered, headed straight to the tile that stood out, grunting with effort as you slowly picked it up off the floor— you grinned as the trapdoor to the pathway opened. Looking down at the entrance, you were met with pitch black darkness. 

“It should lead to a series of tunnels, I’ll guide you once you make your way down,” Yeonjun explained, leaving you to gather your courage and make your way down the ladder, heels still in hand as you tried to make it look like you were never there. Closing the door above you, you shivered as you were left alone in the darkness, left to rely on your other senses as you slowly made your way down. 

“Once you’re at the bottom, there should be a light that you can carry with you,” Yeonjun added.

“How do you know this?” You asked, stiffening as your foot met the cold floor beneath you, the said light stashed away in a hole in the wall— it was a regular human flashlight. Flipping the switch, you were pleasantly surprised to see that it still worked. You moved it around, observing the dusty environment around you; Yeah, maybe you’ll put your heels back on. 

“Everything has a price,” Hueningkai snickered, observing the tunnel through your camera, “you’d be surprised how quick people are to turn on their kingdom.”

“Interesting,” you mumbled, noticing the many other joint tunnels that no doubt led to the secret doors you had observed in your map, “What would tunnels like these be used for in the first place?”

“Well, long before the king died, it was said that he was having an affair with the queen,” Taehyun explained, his never ending knowledge of planets coming into light, 

“The tunnels were built from the very start, though. They were mainly used to transport valuable items from room to room without any potential moles knowing. But, as time went on and their security got more dense, the king would simply use them to sneak women through without the knowledge of the queen or its people. It was a very dull marriage, the people say,” Taehyun sighed, giving you instructions on where to go. 

“So, what you’re saying is, the queen doesn’t know about these tunnels,” you said, wondering if the queen ever discovered what the king had been doing behind her back. It has been years since the queen has become a widow, there’s no way she hasn’t learned about the castle’s secrets, right?

“Well, when we spoke to the person who gave us this map, they said there might be a chance that the queen still hasn’t found the secret passageways,” Yeonjun said, thinking back to the call he held with the anonymous person, “Since she never really cared about him anyways. Or the kingdom, really.”

“It was an arranged marriage,” you concluded, hearing their sounds of approval as you were finally face to face with a ladder. 

“This should be the trapdoor that leads to the queen's bedroom. Be careful, and make sure there isn’t anyone inside. Remember, the room that houses all her jewels should be in the closet.” 

You nodded, not caring if they could see you or not. Turning the flashlight back off, you laid it down beside you as you were left in the darkness once more. Slowly, you climbed the ladder, practically holding your breath as you tried to not make a single sound that might give you away. Once you were at the top, you pressed your ear against the tile, listening carefully for any surrounding voices or footsteps.

“Clear,” you muttered, hearing the relieved sighs of your teammates on the other end. 

“Great, the trapdoor should be just under the window, identical to the other room.” 

Slowly, you pushed the door open, checking one last time for signs of life once you were able to crack it open. The adrenaline coursing through you seemed to calm down a bit once you saw no one inside, taking this chance to run to the door and bolt it immediately. You then proceeded to barricade it to the best of your ability, only resting once you knew that no one would be able to push in immediately.

The sight of a closet has never brought this much joy to you, already feeling the excitement running through you as you opened the doors, making your way inside the humongous walk-in closet, immediately knowing where to find the entrance to her secret room. 

“Holy shit,” you muttered, eyeing the insane amount of jewelry and gems that surrounded you. “This room’s no joke,” taking a moment, you stopped inside the center, aweing at the way the many priceless gems glinted back at you, almost begging you to sneak one or two back with you.

“Don’t, ___,” Yeonjun warned, already perceiving your plan as he watched the screen, “We’re only here for the necklace, nothing else. We don’t want to risk anything.”

Gulping, you nodded at his words, scolding yourself for becoming so greedy at the sight of the room; the real treasure was within the locked display case in the center of the room, the necklace dangling beautifully on a velvet mannequin bust.

“Finally,” you sighed, reaching to your head to pull off the Bobby pins that you had stuck inside for this moment. Pausing, you patted your head as you tried to look for the other pin, only to freeze with dread as you realized you only had the one. Looking around the room, you tried to look for something that might be able to help, stopping once your hand brushed over the crest on your chest. 

“Perfect,” you whispered, taking it off as you began to pick at the lock. You frowned, focusing only on opening the lock as quickly as you could, your surroundings and the voices of your friends not registering in your head as they spoke. 

“You might want to hurry, ___. Remember, they might come looking for you soon. We’re on our way now, try to make your way out of the castle as quickly as you can once you have it. We’ll guide you if anything happens,” It was almost as if Taehyun were talking to himself at the end, the sounds of the engine humming in your ear bringing a bit of peace to your racing heart.

Hearing the final click, you felt a wave of relief wash over you like cool water on a hot summer’s day. The glass door opened, as you carefully took the necklace out of the bust, shoving it the only place you could at the moment— in your boobs.

“Ok, interesting,” You heard Hueningkai say, and you could almost see his scrunched nose and judgy eyes, “we’ll have to clean that once we get it back.” 

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes at his jabbing remark. “Shut it, I’m the reason we won’t be doing missions for a whi—“ 

You froze, the world around you turned into a haze, your ears ringing and your legs bucking beneath you as the faint call of your name was heard, followed by the piercing realization that there was a needle in your neck.

❂❂❂

“Affirmative. No, she was just found trying to escape. Yes, I’ll make sure to execute proper protocol.”

The moment you came to, you felt as though a bunch of needles were being pushed into your brain, a pounding headache and incessant ringing in your ears pulling a groan of pain from your lips, the sound catching the attention of the figure that loomed over you. 

“Jesus fuck what did you put in me,” you groaned, feeling a wave of nausea run over your figure, ducking your head as you concentrated on not puking your guts out. Upon your discovery, you were currently tied down to a chair, your wrist tied together behind you, the skin around the roped itching from every move you made. Your frilly costume remained, and from the feel of it, the necklace hidden snugly between your breasts did too. 

“Poison,” your head snapped up at his words, flinching at the bright light that shone above you. You tried your best to adjust as quickly as you could, but the stinging pain became too much for you, leaving you to look down in defeat. 

“Even if I can’t get some answers out of you, you’ll be dead soon anyways.” 

Your heart sank. Dead? You can’t die yet! You were supposed to succeed, go back to your friends and celebrate another job well done! You were supposed to settle down for a bit, to spend some time living as normal people once more, to let Taehyun and Hueningkai spend some time living out the childhood they never got, the image of finding them alone on a dead planet running though your head once more. 

“Poison—?!” You sputtered, wincing at the way even the usage of your own vocal cords seemed to hurt you, “what… what poison?”

“Lilac blood,” the man said, stepping into the light and revealing himself as your task manager, Soobin, “my personal specialty.”

Lilac blood… You thought, trying to wrack your mind for a possible explanation of what it might be, or where it might come from, “But that’s….” You muttered, finally putting two and two together, looking up in horror, “that’s only native to…” 

“The hexen species.” He said, a spark of amusement lighting in his eyes— that’s when you saw it.

His hair, moving freely once more, was now accompanied by a set of tentacles that floated behind him, his glaring eyes glowing rouge as he looked down at you, appreciating the fear that rolled off of you in waves. 

“Now, onto more important matters,” he said, pushing a bit of hair out of his eyes as he approached you. In a flash, a tentacle shot at you, wrapping tightly around your neck as he leaned down, face to face as he whispered, “Who sent you?”

“No one!” You gasped, attempting weakly to thrash around in his grip, but much too affected by the poison to be able to do anything. “I was sold off, I was just trying to escape!” 

The grip on your neck loosened, allowing you to gasp for breath as it remained there in warning. He straightened up, reaching into his pocket before offering his hand to you, the items he held making the blood drain from your face. 

“Servants are not allowed personal belongings,” he said coldly, closing his fist and crushing the hidden earpiece and necklace in his fist, the crackling noises not bothering him in the slightest as he watched your panicked face with indifference.

“Now that we are truly alone,” he said, voice low in warning, “Who. Sent you.”

Your mouth remained shut. The last thing you were going to do was rat out your crew— you’d rather die. But he remained silent, not caring about the poison that could kill you at any moment, leaving him without any answers. 

“Not going to talk, hmm?” He said, clasping his hands behind his back, pacing around the room, deep in thought. “Well, rest assured that by the end of tonight you will have regretted…” 

As much as you wanted to pay attention to his no-doubt threatening speech, your brain suddenly wouldn’t allow you to. Your brain, apparently, was currently much more into the way his lips moved as he spoke, the flesh much more plump and pouty than you remembered. He was still threatening, but for some reason, the same feeling of fear wasn’t really there anymore. It was instead replaced with a sudden discomfort. 

“What is wrong with you,” Soobin said, not spoken like a question, as he meant to. He froze in his place as he regarded you, taking in the way that your scent and heartbeat was quickly changing. This wasn’t the sound of death. In fact, why weren’t you crumbling in pain right this moment? 

Something wasn’t right. 

“God, it’s kind of hot in here, don’t you think?” You whispered, all regard for your situation thrown out the window. Man was this uniform awful! You could feel every ruffle, every fold that brushed up against your body, and you did not like it. Not one bit.

Your mind was muddled, and you felt oddly feverish. Soobin felt it too as he pressed his palm against your forehead, and he couldn’t help but recoil in disgust as you leaned into his touch fondly. 

“This is not what is supposed to happen,” he muttered, a wave of dread pooling inside him as he realized that he, in fact, was also starting to feel feverish as well. 

“What have I done—?”

Yet his personal query was cut short as smoke filled the room, affecting him before he could react, his whole system shutting down and leaving him defenseless;

He’s screwed. 

❂❂❂

“Yeonjun you bastard I’m killing you once we get back on the ship!”

Just another ordinary day for Yeonjun.

Except this time he was dragging your unconscious body out of a smoke filled room, his eyes catching on the only other person who knew your identity.

They had to take him too. 

“Well, unless you want to leave him here and have the whole kingdom chase after us, then be my guest!” Yeonjun was seething under the gas mask as he hissed his words at Taehyun. He was angry. At the person who sent the mission, at the stupid task manager, and at himself— Mostly at himself. 

“I think it’s too late for that—!” Hueningkai gasped, flinching at the violent way the guards outside pounded at the door, the wood caving in slowly to their command. “Go! There will be time to kill each other later!” 

Maybe it was because of the way they broke through the window to save you, or maybe it was the fact that you and Soobin had been missing for way too long, but Yeonjun was pretty sure that the whole palace was surrounded by now. 

With one last grunt of effort, Taehyun and Hueningkai tossed the unconscious man onto the ship, climbing on board as the three raced to their tasks; Yeonjun placed you gently on the couch before going to help Hueningkai with Soobin, and Taehyun was racing out of the planet’s atmosphere at before the other ships could catch up to him. 

“Brace yourselves, we’re going lightspeed,” Taehyun announced, frowning at the sight of other ships appearing on his radar. At his command, Yeonjun and Hueningkai rushed to finish binding the man, sealing the binds with a seal that would disable any strength he had in him— being a smuggler truly had its perks.

With the final seal placed, Yeonjun ran to buckle your unconscious body into your usual seat, a pang of guilt tugging at him as he took in your sickly state. Pushing it aside, Yeonjun shook his head, rushing to his seat as he buckled himself in. 

At the sound of the belt’s “click!” Taehyun began inputting commands for his next destination, not bothering to glance back as he asked, “You did buckle up the big guy, right?”

Yeonjun and Hueningkai shared a look.

Irritated by the silence and what it meant, Taehyun scoffed, much more worried about the ships that were currently firing at him than the safety of their special guest. 

“Just leave it!” He yelled, and before either boys could apologize, the ship was being put into lightspeed, the pressure of it all silencing them immediately, their bodies glued to the seats as they shot off into the unknown; the sudden bang that rang out through the ship making the blood of all three men ice cold.

Soobin left a dent in the wall. 

Oh, you were gonna be pissed.  

❂❂❂

It was currently three in the afternoon, according to the planet that you were currently on, and you had bigger issues than being pissed at a dent in the wall. (For now.) Yeonjun was at your side, checking your temperature for the upteenth time that hour, sitting patiently by your side and waiting for the moment you would come to. While Hueningkai went off to secure a room for the stranger, making sure that there would be no way he could break out or fight back, Taehyun had gone off to find fuel for the ship.

And though the other two didn’t show it as much, the tense air in the ship was enough to give away that they were all extremely worried— extremely anxious, waiting for you to return to consciousness, acting like lost puppies without you being there to take the lead.

“Still feverish?” Taehyun asked, his voice startling Yeonjun as he looked up from his task of changing the cool towel he placed on your head. He had brought back a couple bags of groceries, going to drop them off at the kitchen counter before returning back to the couch where you lay.

“She’s been stirring all night— all day,” Yeonjun muttered, flinching as you winced once more, brows furrowing and incoherent mumbles coming out of your lips. 

“We need to take a blood sample at this point,” Taehyun suggested, sitting at your feet as he observed you intently, frowning at the fact that you haven’t been changed yet. “And we should probably change her clothes too.” 

Yeonjun nodded at that, wondering how you managed to shove yourself into such an uncomfortable uniform for so long. The guilt of it all started to creep up on him once more, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the sight of your opening eyes.

“Ugh, fuck,” you groaned, rolling to your side as you faced the couch, the lights above you much too bright for you to bear. God, were you hungover or something?

“You’re awake!” Yeonjun gasped, apologizing immediately as you flinched at his volume, “Oh, thank god, you’re awake!” With careful hands, he sat you up, giving you a tight hug as he let himself relax after all the stress he had been burdened with.

Yeonjun’s embrace was very much welcomed, surprisingly. You would have thought that moving would have been unbearable for you, but the moment you were able to be engulfed by Yeonjun’s arms, enclosed by his warm scent, you couldn’t help but relax in his hold, nuzzling into his shoulder as you let out a whine. 

That… that’s not supposed to happen.

Pulling away, Yeonjun held your shoulders, oblivious to your flustered state as he scanned your body for any other issues. “Are you alright? Do you feel sick? Do you think we should take you to the hospital?” 

You shook your head, your body involuntarily leaning to the next target you could find, the need to be coddled and held suddenly as prominent as the feverish heat in your body.  

“Woah, easy there,” Taehyun said, gently supporting your body as you leaned into his chest, trying your best to get a whiff of the cologne he always used— it had always secretly been your favorite. “We need to run some blood tests, find out what happened.”

The need to protest festered inside you, only to come out as small groans as he picked you up, walking towards the infirmary that connected to Hueningkai’s lab. And, look, you’d swear on your life that you had never really thought of your friends this way, but man was Taehyun’s chest sturdy. You knew that out of everyone, he was the one that hogged the weights in your training room the most, but this was ridiculous. And it seems that your thoughts were simply too hard to hold in, because next thing you know, Taehyun is shooting you a strange look.

“Ridiculous? What is?” 

You remained silent, choosing instead to pat his chest in appreciation.

“You’re rock hard man,” you muttered, your filter long gone as the two men were caught off guard by your words, exchanging horrified looks as you continued to feel around— or rather, pat his arms, shoulders, and chest fondly. “All that gym time has really paid off.” 

Laying you down on the bed, Hueningkai approached you, ready to take a blood sample as he held back a laugh. You allowed him to, flinching at the invasive feeling as you distracted yourself by looking over Hueningkai’s face instead. And, like the two other times before, a strange feeling overtook you, and suddenly, Hueningkai wasn’t really Hueningkai anymore. Suddenly, you noticed, he looked very attractive when he concentrated hard on something, and suddenly, he had very nice hands, and, well, your thoughts began to run astray—

“What’s wrong with me!” You exclaimed, repulsed by your thoughts as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to make a sound as Yeonjun began to comfort you, his cooing voice and praise becoming too much to handle.

“Someone isolate me,” you begged, keeping your eyes shut as you avoided seeing the looks of concern spread over your shockingly attractive freind’s faces. “Please, I’m not messing around. Take me to my room please.”

“I’ll run the blood tests, someone take her to her room,”Hueningkai said, turning away as he took the blood samples with him, “and keep the physical contact to a minimum.”

Oh fuck, you thought, absolutley humiliated as your cheeks blazed with heat, he knows, doesn’t he. 

And yet, something about him knowing about your situation, yet acting so indifferent about it, sent a strange feeling throughout your body— it was like a secret only the two of you knew.

“Taehyun, you take her,” Yeonjun said, watching as Taehyun proceeded to help you up, neither of them failing to catch on to the way you leaned closer to him, eyes still screwed shut tightly, “I’m going to check up on our… guest, to see if he knows anything.” Taehyun nodded, going in the direction of your room as Yeonjun went the opposite way, towards the headquarters where Hueningkai locked Soobin up.

He hoped to get some answers from him.

Yet, all he found as he opened the door was an equally affected Soobin, cheeks flushed and calm demeanor shattered, his chest rising and falling in an unsteady rhythm. At the sound of the door opening, Soobin’s head shot up, eyes narrowing and blazing hair sticking to his forehead as he growled, 

“Bring her to me.” 

Shocked by his sudden statement, Yeonjun froze at the doorway, remaining quiet as he assessed the situation. 

“What did you do to her,” Yeonjun asked, slowly approaching the man that was bound powerless by the many seals that Hueningkai had made sure to slap on him. “You infected her with something.”

Irritated, Soobin scoffed at the others words, struggling to break out of his binds as he spoke, “I poisoned her, that’s what I did. Now bring her to me or I’ll make sure she never wakes up again.”

Expecting these words, Yeonjun scoffed, unaffected by his threats as he took in the shattered facade that was the calm indifferent man that they had met back at the palace. 

“ I doubt that,” Yeonjun said, exiting the room without another word, making his way down to your room instead, the words of Soobin running through his head. He may have come across as uncaring, but the thought of you truly being infected with deadly poison horrified him— he just hoped that it wasn’t too late. 

❂❂❂

Well, this was awkward.

As you lay on your bed, Taehyun just outside your door, the realization of what this feeling was dawned on you.

Man, you were horny. 

And it wasn’t as if this discovery was absolutely galaxy shattering— no, this was normal. But what wasn’t normal, was the way your whole body seemed to shut down on you, not able to think straight at the need tugged at you incessantly, to the point where you were almost in pain. 

“This can’t be happening,” you gasped, thighs rubbing together helplessly as you ran your hands up and down your body, helpless to control your own actions, the need to take off this stupid frilly dress overtaking you.

And you could, but then you’re not sure if you could control your need after that. 

The embarrassment of it all hadn’t been lost on you either, Taehyun’s concerned expression stuck in your mind as you begged for him to leave the room; you’re sure he caught on to what you were feeling at that moment. 

“At least I’m alone,” you mused, your hand twitching as you brushed against your thighs. You were alone… you processed the thought, glancing back at the door as you considered the thought. Maybe you should go lock it—

“___, how’re you feeling?” 

The door opened as your hands immediately retracted from their position, sitting up and looking at them innocently as if you weren’t thinking of giving in to your body’s needs seconds ago. 

“Okay, I guess,” you said, trying your best to give them your most reassuring smile; it didn’t work.

How could it work? Not when Hueningkai stood there, watching the way you grimace every time your body shifted, knowing exactly what it was that you were going through at the moment. Feeling his intense gaze on you, you looked to him, frowning as you asked him, “What did you find?”

The attention was then turned to Hueningkai, thankfully, as the three of you waited patiently to hear what it was that Hueningkai had found. Well, it was mostly Taehyun and Yeonjun waiting patiently, because suddenly, another wave of heat washed over you, leaving you to double over in pain. 

“Nothing deadly, thankfully,” Hueningkai rushed to say, the words bringing out inexplicable relief to Yeonjun and Taehyun as they rushed to your side to make sure you were alright. (It really wasn’t helping in this situation. The feeling of their hands on your body was too much, your skin suddenly lit on fire wherever they touched. God, if only you could let yourself give in, let yourself feel their touch elsewhere…)

Your lips were red and swollen from how much you had bitten on them, struggling the urge to let out any incriminating noises as their scents wafted to your nose, the smell so comforting and welcome that it had you fighting the urge to jump on them.

“What is it then? What’s happening to her?” Yeonjun said, taking in your flushed state as he went to hold your hand, feeling as you gripped onto him tightly and let out a small, involuntary whimper; this was humiliating. 

“It’s— there was traces of lilac blood found in her system,” Hueningkai began, cheeks redening as he watched your cool, calm and collected persona shatter before his eyes, replaced by someone he didn’t recognize— you were so needy, so unbelievably clingy that it was getting harder for Hueningkai to look away; this new side of you was so fascinating to him.

“Lilac blood?” Taehyun said, looking back at you in panic, “But isn’t that extremely poisonous?” 

Hueningkai gulped at that, trying to gather the courage to explain the severity of the situation. “Well, yes,” he began, biting his lips nervously as he watched the way you melted in the two’s hold, your thighs squeezing together helplessly— he could tell it was getting worse. 

“It’s extremely poisonous, deadly even, when in contact with extraterrestrials,” Hueningkai said, breath hitching as your eyes met his; he could almost hear your pleas to be freed from this strange feeling.

“But, when in contact with humans, it acts as an—“

His words were interrupted as another wave of pure, unadultarated, horniness washed over you, the feeling ten times stronger than usual as you let out a moan— from the sheer pain or need, you couldn’t tell. The room went silent, Hueningkai’s cheeks unbelievably red as the two men beside you froze, eyes locking as the realization dawned on them.

“An aphrodisiac,” Hueningkai sighed out, clipboard hugged tightly to his chest as he waited for anyone to say something, anything, to cut through the heavy tension that was built up in this room.

“God, this is so humiliating,” you whined, trying to pry yourself from the touch of the two men, wanting nothing more than to be left alone so you could melt in a pile of shame. 

“You might… you might want to move away from her,” Hueningkai muttered, watching as the two looked at you, moving away once you nodded frantically in agreement; you might just do something insane if they continued to coddle you the way they were.

“We’ll, uhm, be right back, ___,” Hueningkai stuttered, turning around and exiting the room as Yeonjun and Taehyun trailed after him, sparing you a worried glance as they left. 

And you were left alone, the need inside you festering to the point where you could no longer take it anymore.

Maybe you should lock the door. 

❂❂❂

“What are we gonna do?” 

Yeonjun was the first to speak, still flustered over the information that had been dumped on him. First it was having to imprison a guard from the castle, now this? 

“Well, we can wait for it to wear out,” Taehyun said, glancing back at your bedroom door. 

“Which usually takes twenty-four hours,” Hueningkai said, running a hand through his hair as he looked back down at the results on the clipboard, “and the pain will only get worse as time goes on.” 

“Well, what else can we do?” Yeonjun sighed, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall— he knew what the answer to the question would be, he just wasn’t ready to face it yet. 

“We can….” Hueningkai said, biting at his lip as he spoke, quiet and unsure of his words, “We can help her.” 

The hall was silent as they each thought over the proposition, hearts racing at what helping you would entail. Just as one of them opened their mouth to speak, a sudden bang interrupted their conversation.

“It’s coming from the prisoner’s room,” Yeonjun said, running towards the direction of the sound as the two followed close behind. The banging consisted, growing louder and louder as they neared the room, only to be met with the sight of the door fighting the brute force of the man on the other side. 

Wasting no time, Yeonjun opened the door, watching as Soobin stumbled through, unaware of the men on the other side. Before he can react, he’s pinned to the wall, Yeonjun’s hand grabbing a fistful of the man’s red hair as he snarls,“You did this to her.” 

Yet all Soobin can do is laugh, eyes dilated as he remains silent, chest heaving up and down as he listens to the sounds of your heart beating, your scent turning him into the depraved monster he used to be before he joined the castle’s guard. 

“She needs me,” Soobin says, struggling against the binds all over his body as he spoke, “You motherfuckers know what’s wrong with her, no need to be surprised.”

Soobin grunts in disdain as Yeonjun pulls his head back, scalp stinging as his hair is still held tightly in his grip, “What do you want with her, you monster.”

Soobin finds this situation fascinating, almost, as he cracks a smile, eyes meeting with Yeonjun as he taunts him. 

“You know what I want,” Soobin says, the distant sound of your whimpers tugging at his mind, “Don’t act stupid. Bring me to her.”

For a moment, Yeonjun’s eyes meet with his friend’s as he contemplates what he should do next, before shaking his head and throwing Soobin back inside the isolated room. He watches as Soobin stumbled inside, looking back at them with an expression that screamed I’ve already won. 

“She’s not going to go back to normal,” Soobin seethes, watching the way his words affected the three, “She’ll need me to fuck her good if you want your teammate back.”

Like clockwork, he watched the expressions of rage fall onto the men, the door slamming against his face as he’s left alone, listening to your cries from the other side of the ship. 

If he can’t escape, the least he can do is cut the head off the body.

❂❂❂

“Shit, what’re we gonna do,” Yeonjun sighed, pacing around the room as the words of the monster ran through his head. “What if he’s telling the truth?” 

“There’s no way,” Hueningkai quickly butted in, going back and forth repeatedly between his findings and continuing his research on the effects of lilac blood, “We have about five hours until this effect is worn off. Until then, all we can do is find any ways we can help her.”

They paused for a moment, before Taehyun stood up, heading to your room.

“I’ll go check on her.”

❂❂❂

You were a mess. 

A panting, sweaty, needy mess as you laid on your back, the necklace placed safely on your desk as you tried to rid yourself of the feeling as best you could. But, four surprisingly easy to achieve orgasms later, and all you could feel was the neediness sinking into your skin even worse. 

Your hand was beginning to cramp.

You couldn’t even have bothered yourself to strip, and you couldn’t have thanked yourself more for that as a knock rang out in your room, making you want to start crying for having been interrupted just as that coil was forming in your stomach.

“___?”

But you couldn’t stop.

“___? Are you awake?” 

You were so close, and you needed this, your fingers plunging in and out faster, your breath shaky as your other hand worked at your clit just the way you liked it, your legs tightening around your hand as you tried your best to stifle your noises.

Taehyun had a nice voice. 

Taehyun also knew that you were awake. 

He felt as though his heart was about to beat out of his chest, taking a step back as he heard what was going on in your room.

You knew this. 

Yet you couldn’t truly bring yourself to care as you closed your eyes, your mind involuntarily wandering to a place you hadn’t expected. 

It was Soobin.

You could almost see him on top of you, could almost feel his wandering hands, and hell, it felt like you could truly hear him as he whispered into your ear, his breath practically fanning on your cheek as he spoke, 

“Come to me, my dear. I’m the only one who can fix this, and you know it. Be a good girl and come to where I am. You don’t want to be stuck feeling like this, do you?”

Shaking your head, you felt tears brim your eyes from the overwhelming feeling. “No…” you whispered, not sure if you were rejecting his offer or denouncing the thought of being stuck like this. 

“No? No what, bunny?”

The sudden use of the pet name brought out a wave of shock in you, clamping down hard on your hand as you gasped, slowing your ministrations as you rode out what was left of your orgasm, whimpering pathetically as you spoke.

“No…. Don’t…. Don’t wanna feel like this…” you cried out, because just as you felt as though things were going back to normal, you felt a stronger wave of need come back to you, leaving you to crumple on the bed in a mess of tears and overstimulation; you were exhausted. 

“I’m here, bunny, come find me and I’ll give you what you need.” 

Silence.

Taehyun’s hand remained frozen mid-knock, unsure if he should try to talk to you again. 

Instead of having to make the decision himself though, he was met with your teary eyes and flushed face, a sheer coat of sweat coating your body as you supported yourself against the doorway, looking up at him as you spoke.

“Where is… I need Soobin,” you gasped out, not caring how you came across as Taehyun’s eyes swept over your crumpled clothes, his eyes widening as he processed your request. 

“No, there’s no way. Too dangerous,” he stuttered out, stepping back as you practically tripped over your own feet, leaning against him and pinning him against the wall as he spoke, his hands flying to your waist to steady you. He could feel your body heat rushing to him in waves, gulping nervously as he tried to ignore the way you were all over him. “Is there— is there anything we can do? Sleeping medications, anything? You just have five hours before it goes away, I’m sure you’ll be alright…” 

The words died on his tongue as you mouthed at his neck, the sensation of your mouth foreign and pleasant as he took in the feeling of your body on his. 

“Five hours…?” You practically whined in his ear, hands gripping onto his shirt as you pressed yourself harder to his body, “I can’t…. I can’t take it. Please, can’t you… help out?” 

Taehyun almost shut down at your request, the feeling of your thigh trying to pry his legs open too much for him to handle, your trailing lips and panting breaths almost making him give in.

“No,” he said firmly, planting his hands on your shoulders and pushing you away, holding you there as you cried in protest, “You’re not in your right mind, ___. This isn’t what you want.” 

Taehyun almost thought that you were going to start crying at that, but it seemed as though his words managed to sober you up, your glazed eyes looking up at him as you quietly spoke, “Please, bring me some sleeping pills.”

Taehyun nodded, sending you back inside your room as he rushed to fulfill your request.

Hopefully the sleeping pills will help you through these last five hours.

❂❂❂

The sleeping pills worked like a charm. 

Six hours later, and the three men were at your bedside, observing your calm, peaceful figure as they waited for you to wake up, the white noise of the news channel on your laptop filling the room. 

“The necklace is right here,” Hueningkai said, sealing it in a container as he grimaced at the crumpled outfit you had changed out of, “And we should probably burn that thing when we get the chance.”

“Agreed,” Yeonjun said, glancing at Taehyun for what seemed to be the upteenth time, “Taehyun, you never told us what happened back there. You seemed hella freaked out once you came back— did something happen to ___?”

Taehyun shook his head, cheeks dusted with pink as he spoke, “No, it’s just…. She kept asking for Soobin.”

At the mention of the man, the room went silent, the three of them remembering how Soobin had calmed down once you had fallen asleep. It was strange, almost as if he could feel what you were feeling. 

Hueningkai shook his head, dismissing the thought as he noticed you finally shifting awake. What a ridiculous thought.

The three men stood by, ready to coddle you once more and make sure you were alright, when you doubled over in pain once more.

Oh dear.

“Damn it…” you breathed out, eyes shut tight and brows furrowing and you scooted away from the two that sat along your bed, “Soo…. Soobin…. Where is…” 

And, just like clockwork, the destruction on the other side of the ship ensued. 

“No, ___, this can’t be happening,” Yeonjun said, standing up as he heard the pleas of the man’s name fall from your mouth, “It’s too dangerous, there’s no way that we can…”

“Please…” you said, voice firm and eyes steeled as you looked up at him— you were done worrying your crew, your friends, done endangering their lives just because you didn’t want to step up and take charge, “Let me see him.”

It wasn’t a question this time.

And though they considered denying you, they realized that this was not really a request from a friend, but an order from a captain. 

Slowly, they trailed after you as you made your way to the prisoner’s room, steadying yourself along the walls and refusing any assistance from your friends; the last thing you needed was more physical touch to set you off. 

“Careful ___, he might be waiting right at the—“

You couldn’t seem to care less about the warning as you opened the door, immediately being pulled in by a set of arms that the boys swear they binded. 

“___!”

Rushing inside, they paused as they took in the sight of you being entrapped by Soobin, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso as he whispered into your ear, a tentacle wrapped around your neck in warning, his eyes unmoving as he watched the boys.

“You came to me, bunny,” he whispered, lips brushing alongside your skin as he pressed you tighter to him, the feeling of his body against yours bringing about an irresistible heat over your skin, your brain muddled as you tried to keep your thoughts coherent. 

“You have nowhere to go,” you said, your head tilting up as the hold on your neck tightened; you could hear the click of the loaded guns coming from where your friends stood, no doubt pointing them at Soobin in warning. 

“Everyone thinks you’re an accomplice. A well trained guard disappearing so easily after years of serving the kingdom? And with the queen’s invaluable necklace, no doubt— which, of course, was hidden in a room only he knew of.”

Soobin stiffened at your words, not saying a thing as he eyed the exit that the three men blocked. 

“Think about it— if the palace, or any form of security sees you, you’ll be shot dead on sight. You’re a fugitive now,” you said, looking up to see that Soobin was already looking at you.

“Just like us.” 

“I’m nothing like you,” Soobin hisses, grip tightening as he takes a step back, “Plus, you need me. Look at you,” he says, the hand that was pressing on your stomach pushing you back, the feeling of him behind you making you gasp, “All needy and desperate for me.” 

“What’re you playing at, Soobin,” you warned, shutting your eyes once more as you tried to ignore the sickening heat that rushed to your body, a strong restlessness forming at your stomach. 

“Take me back to the kingdom and turn yourselves in,” Soobin said, stubborn as another tentacle wrapped around your stomach, pulling you back and gluing you to Soobin’s body as you were made into a shield; you tried to stifle a whimper as you realized that he was being affected too.

“Or I’ll snap her neck faster than your finger can pull the trigger.” 

“Soobin, listen—“

“Don’t speak as though you know me,” he snarled, lips brushing against your ear as he quietly added, “this connection we share means nothing.” 

Connection. 

Is that what this was?

“You don’t understand, do you?” You quietly tried again, slowly reaching up to place your hands on his forearm— he tightened his grip on your neck, but you stood your ground, hands remaining there as the others watched, searching frantically for an opening to get you away. 

“The report has spread everywhere— there’s no media outlet that hasn’t covered your escape,” you softly explained, thinking back to the bounty that was sent out in exchange for your heads, “you have nowhere to go.” 

“___, what’re you trying to say—“

“I’m saying,” you interrupted, meeting eyes with your friends as the horrible realization of your words dawned on them, “That you should join our team.”

Not a word was said, but you could basically hear the unanimous words of every person in the room:

Are you insane? 

Yeah, maybe you were, but there was this awful, nagging feeling that you just couldn’t leave Soobin on his own. Strangely, you couldn't imagine going forth with your life without the man that was currently threatening your life, and a sinking feeling puddled in your stomach as the realization dawned on you that he felt the same. 

Soobin was an insanely strong alien that was currently pitted against three humans and their guns; with ease, he could take them on and overthrow the ship— and he knew that. But instead, he chose to cling to you as he listened to your words, his grip on you morphing long ago from something threatening to something possessive. 

Soobin didn’t want to leave.

And, as you met his eyes, the same thought seemed to strike him as well. 

“You’re nothing without me,” you whispered, testing your limits as you tilted your head towards him; you weren’t dead yet, so you think you can handle a bit more. “Join us. What other options do you have?”

“I could kill you all and take this ship as my own.”

“But you won’t.” 

The look you shared was impossible to break, and you could almost hear his thoughts the longer you waited for his answer. 

“Don’t think you’ve won yet.”

The tension in the room seemed to falter as Soobin released you, allowing you to catch your breath as you stumbled to your friends, the three placing you behind them as they aimed their weapons at Soobin in threat. 

“Oh please, those won’t do a thing,” Soobin said, rolling his eyes as he began to regain his composure, the extra limbs disappearing behind him with ease, “be thankful that that one’s in charge.” He said, jutting his chin as your direction as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“But don’t think that everything is back to normal now.”

They scoffed at his words, closing the door and locking it once more as they guided you back to your room, their gazes constantly falling back on you and the fact that no, you weren’t back to normal. 

“Please, leave me alone for a bit,” you begged quietly, ignoring their protests as you shut the door on them, locking it without another word, the three men left outside as a feeling of dread pooled inside them.

It’ll take a while for things to go back to “normal”.

❂❂❂

You won’t eat. 

A few days have passed and your appetite has drastically lowered, the food that they have left outside your room only disappearing once in a while, if they’re lucky. The amount of times they had to bring back cold, uneaten and untouched food was extremely concerning for them. 

Coincidentally, Soobin hasn’t eaten anything either. Yeah, the fool actually remained on the ship, and has yet to kill them in their sleep— the three would take turns keeping an eye on Soobin through the sevaliance room that was connected to the wall adjacent the prisoner’s bed; what looked like a simple wall to them was actually a one way glass. 

The necklace had been exchanged long ago for the other half of their payment, the sheer luck of it all leaving their names and faces off the news, Soobin’s fading away as time went on as well. And as much as you begged them through the groupchat to take a break and go somewhere nice with the money, they absolutely refused to do so without you. 

“Please, ___, you have to eat something,” Hueningkai begged, camping outside your door as he held your meal in his hands. You refused again, leaving the boy to frown at your words, refusing to leave until he saw your face. 

“You haven’t come out of your room yet, let me see you,” he whined, ears straining to listen to any sound of life that may be going on inside the room. His heart jumped as he listened to the approaching footsteps, waiting in anticipation to see you again. 

The door opened, and out you came, the very sight of you bringing out a motherly instinct inside Hueningkai.

“Oh, look at you,” He said, placing the food down and running to you, cupping your face in his hands as he inspected you closely, your weak state allowing him to do so without much protest. 

“Have you slept at all?” He muttered, taking in the sickly look on your face, flinching at the heat of your skin, “Is— are you still feeling…?”

Wordlessly, you nodded, leaning against him as you tried to block out the thoughts of the one person who circled your mind— Soobin. 

It was involuntary, the way your mind kept tugging back to the red haired man. While you ate, while you worked, while you slept. It was driving you insane, just like the permeating heat in your body did. No matter how much you tried to distract yourself from the feeling, you would soon find yourself back on the bed again, trying to rid yourself of the discomfort, only to find in dismay that you couldn’t. It was degrading. 

You could almost hear him calling out for you sometimes. 

“Hyuka, I can’t do this anymore…” you sighed out, pulling away from him as you leaned against the wall, the cool metal soothing against your back, “I need to speak with Soobin.” 

“Are— are you sure?” Hueningkai asked, not ready to let you see him again; not after what he pulled the last time. “There isn’t anything else we can do to….?” 

You narrowed your eyes at his words, tired of being denied seeing him as you said, “Oh? What’re you implying…” you took a step towards him, your hands steadying themselves on his chest as you leaned on him, his hands awkwardly floating in the air as he looked down at you, easy to fluster as ever. 

“You like seeing me like this, don’t you Kai?” It was just cruel teasing at this point, but you were getting tired of being treated like a porcelain doll at this point. So you and Soobin might have to fuck to get you back to normal— so what? It’s not like sex is a mind breaking discovery. 

“I, uh, uhm…” the poor guy could say nothing in defense as he practically short circuited at your low, whispery voice, the words running in his head faster than he could say them. 

Pushing off of him, you tried to ignore the way your hands were itching to explore more of his body, rushing instead to get to Soobin’s room, a nervous Hueningkai stumbling after you.

“___, what’re you gonna…”

“I’m gonna talk to him, obviously,” you said, raising a brow as you opened the door, unsurprised to find Soobin already waiting for you. “What else did you think?”

And, like always, he took the bait with ease, cheeks flushing and ears turning red as he stuttered, “no, I— I wasn’t thinking anything….” 

You smiled, amused at his flustered self as you went to close the door, eyes meeting his one last time as you spoke. 

“Good.”

And the door was shut. 

❂❂❂

“Oh bunny, how predictable,” Soobin was on you in a matter of seconds, your newfound bravery turning into nothing but a facade as he pinned you against the wall, hands steadying themselves on your waist, “It’s like you want to get yourself killed.”

“You want me just as bad,” you taunted, your leg going to wrap itself around his waist, pulling him in as you spoke— you could feel him begin to get hard already. “Don’t act like you haven’t been begging me to come pay you a visit.” 

All Soobin could do was chuckle, his hips rolling against yours as he seized your wrists with one hand, pulling your arms above your head. “And yet, you’re helpless against me.” 

Your resistance practically melted once you felt his touch, a newfound relief settling inside you as the feeling of his body against yours felt so natural, so right. Soobin was quick to notice, as always, his lips roaming around your neck as he continued his taunts. 

“How pathetic. You manage to get me on your ship and suddenly think you have control over me,” he seethes, biting on the flesh and inflicting a gasp out of you, “this connection we share, it is nothing but a misfortune.”

“You keep…. You keep talking about this connection of yours— ours,” you pant, a sigh leaving you as he gave a particularly harsh thrust against you, “what exactly are you going on about?” 

“You poor thing, you mean to tell me you don’t know?” He asked, condescending in his tone as he hovered over you, your eyes involuntarily flickering to his lips as he spoke. 

Shaking your head, you whimpered, feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac come onto you in heavier waves the longer Soobin held onto you; you don’t think you can even think straight anymore. 

“Bunny, you’re connected to me,” he said, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he took in the shock in your eyes, unable to keep himself from stimulating you more. “The blood inside you, it has bonded us,”

“And unless you kill me, you’re not getting rid of me.” 

The lips that crashed onto yours felt like a cool drink in the desert, your body alight as Soobin finally allowed himself to touch you, hands roaming around your body as if he were trying to memorize every part of you.

There was no love in the kiss. All you felt as he pressed himself against you, hands sliding under your shirt teasingly, was hot, primal, lust. Soobin was hungry, and he was done waiting for someone to give him what he needed. 

And luckily for him, you were more than willing to give. 

“Please,” you whimper, the heated pain of need overtaking you once more, nails digging into your palm as you chase any pleasure given to you, “please, I need, I need…” 

“More?” Soobin mused, pushing you around like a ragdoll as you felt yourself come in contact with the bed, “Beg for it, bunny.” 

It was a matter of seconds before you were stripped bare before Soobin’s gaze, his eyes never leaving your body as he waited for you to cave into his request; only for you to keep your mouth shut— you still had some pride left within you. 

“For someone who has relinquished all control to me, you sure do act like a brat,” Soobin sighs in dismay, his hands trailing along your thigh before stopping just where you needed him most, his fingers teasing you as he felt around. “Come on, I know you can be good,” he said, leaning over you as you shook your head, a frown overtaking his features as he raised his brows. 

“No?” He asked, slowly pushing you legs apart as you shook your head again, shutting your eyes the moment you felt Soobin tease against your folds, slowly rubbing his fingers up and down. He hummed at that, the sound of him taking off his coat making you open your eyes slowly as he spoke, 

“Then I guess you won’t get what you want.”

The feeling of Soobin’s tentacles wrapping around your thighs was definitely new. The long appendages were cool, yet not as slimy and sticky as one would think. And while two of them encircled each of your thighs, pulling them open and leaving you defenseless against Soobin, another one was quick to reach up and trap your wrists above your head. 

“Poor slut, so wet for me yet has too much pride to beg for more,” Soobin tsked, cold eyes staring down at you as he listened to the sound of your heartbeat become erratic, your small whimpers more than enough to keep him satisfied, “Such a shame you don’t want this pretty pussy to cum.” 

It was almost overwhelming, the way you felt Soobin lower himself to your level, the sight of his head between your legs making you whine shamelessly, hips bucking in the air as you practically fell apart from the single action. Your mind quickly became a foggy and incomprehensible hurricane of thoughts, the familiar feeling of being empty coming in once more as you felt yourself become impatient. 

“Easy, bunny,” Soobin mutters, lips trailing kisses along your thighs, “Dripping for me already and yet, I haven’t done a thing to you.” 

“Soobin,” you pant, back arching against the bed as you felt him get close, so close, yet pull away last second, “Soobin, don’t be such a—!” Your words were quickly cut off as an appendage of his was shoved into your mouth, the sheer size of it taking away any remaining thoughts in your brain— any want to rebel against Soobin quickly disappeared.

“You seem to really like the sound of my name,” Soobin mused, teasing you once again as you whined at the feeling of his breath against your pussy, “Say it again.” 

“Soobin—!” The tentacle that had been taken away from your mouth quickly made its way back in once you gasped out his name, your sudden obedience more than enough to make Soobin decide to please you.

“Good girl,” he muttered, lips attaching themselves to your clit as he listened to the sound of your surprised squeal. Your mind was reeling at the fact that you were finally being touched by someone that wasn’t you, thighs trembling pathetically as you shut your eyes, mouth agape as you let the tentacle that had been shoved inside roam around your mouth. 

As if you hadn’t been overwhelmed with enough stimulation, the sudden feeling of two more of Soobin’s tentacles encircling your breast and touching curiously along your nipples brought a new wave of pleasure over you, Soobin’s sudden harshness against your clit making the coil in your stomach finally snap, a surprised moan leaving you as you rode out the shocks of the remaining pleasure, Soobin’s ministrations not stopping for a second as he ruthlessly carried you into another orgasm, your body tightening and your mind begging for a break as you ignored the exhaustion, loud cries flowing from your mouth as you rolled your hips onto Soobin’s face. 

Slowly, the wriggling appendage in your mouth slowly made its way out, still covered in your spit as you whined, hips bucking against Soobin’s face as you spoke. 

“Soobin,” you began, waiting for the overstimulation to take over; but all you felt was an incessant need for more build up inside you, a raging storm that just wouldn’t quit as you gasped, “I need more….!” 

“Again?” Soobin mused, eyes meeting yours as the sight of his bruised lips practically made you melt. You nodded frantically as you noticed the way the tentacle that was previously inside your mouth slowly wandered down your body, finding its place at your entrance as he sighed out, 

“If you insist.” 

You were practically drooling at the way the strange appendage felt inside you, moving around inside as if it had a mind of its own, The two tentacles that were previously stimulating your breasts moving to wrap around your waist, bringing your hips up, off the bed as you were left to be practically used by Soobin. The constant string of noises was incomprehensible at best, tears brimming your eyes as your body finally began to realize that it was finally getting what it had been craving for so long. With it’s ridges rubbing against your walls, it wasn’t long before you were seizing up, your eyes rolling back as your body allowed you to ride out another orgasm, still as strong as the previous ones you’ve had— if not, even stronger. 

“What a lovely sight,” Soobin commented, looking down at you as he took in the way you let yourself be helplessly fucked by him, “Do you think you can take more, bunny?” 

Your body seemed to jolt awake at the sound of more, the tears that had been building up at the corners of your eyes finally spilling as you nodded uselessly, not quite sure if you really knew if you would be able to handle it. But that didn’t really matter, not with the way you suddenly felt Soobin’s cock prodding at your entrance, the movements of the other appendage never seizing for a second.

It was too much. That was all that your brain screamed at you, but as you felt Soobin finally enter inside you, your body couldn’t seem to care less about that comment, another orgasm washing over you as you came on his cock, the loud whines that spilled out of you enough to leave you embarrassed for the next upcoming weeks. 

“Fuck— so tight, shit,” Soobin hissed, the feeling of your warm walls squeezing him catching him off guard as he groaned, his hands wandering all over your body as they ran across your skin, squeezing lightly whenever they landed on your thighs. Looking back at you, Soobin could only laugh cruelly as he noticed the way you never truly calmed down from your high, hips bucking desperately as you cried out for more. 

“My poor fucktoy wants more?” Soobin mocked, amused by the way that you were too fucked dumb to care about your pride, incoherent mummbles stringing out of your mouth as you begged to be fucked by him. And, well, Soobin aimed to please. 

There was nothing sweet about the way Soobin fucked you. With hips that moved like water, you were left to do nothing but cry and beg as he thrusted into you brutally, the strange tentacle that had been inside you never leaving for a second, still prodding around as though looking for something. 

“Soobin— fuck—!” You cried out, his name like a prayer on your lips as you felt the tentacle hit a particular spot that had you seeing stars. And, cruelly, it proceeded to aim only there while Soobin fucked you ruthlessly. 

Just when you thought that you couldn’t become more overwhelmed, you felt the tentacle that had been flicking at your nipples snake down your stomach, stopping once it found your clit, only to rub at it just the way you liked it. 

If the others hadn’t heard you already, they sure had now.

Because as you clamped down on Soobin’s cock, tears falling from your eyes rapidly, you couldn’t find a single ounce of shame inside you, the only thing you could find being a hungry, insatiable need for more. 

“Soobin…” you began, hiccuping as you continued to sob, not an ounce of overstimulation washing over you as you let yourself continue to be used by Soobin, “What’s happening to me, why won’t it— why won’t it go away?” 

“Oh, my sweet angel,” Soobin cooed, your muddled brain unsure if he said this to mock you or not, “your body is only after one thing— me. And unless you don’t get filled with my cum, your body won’t be able to ask for anything else.” 

At the realization of what that meant, you began to involuntarily clench around him, your sounds turned into nothing but weak pleas as you felt the exhaustion threaten to seep into you.

“Hmm? What’s this?” Soobin mused, slowing his ministrations until all you felt was the way his hips ground against yours, all stimulation you felt immediately slowed to match his pace. At the lack of pleasure, you felt yourself become irritated, the demanding need surfacing once more as you begged for him to fuck you properly.

“Does my angel like the sound of me filling her up?” He asked, the words bringing out a tugging in your stomach as you could do nothing but nod, far too gone to care about how desperate you might sound. 

“Yeah? Want me to fill you? Make you mine?” You weren’t sure if he simply said these words because he was lost in the moment, but you couldn’t deny the odd way that it affected you, a soft whine leaving your throat as you softly begged him to do so. 

“Yes, want… want your cum,” you whined, hands itching to be freed so you could feel him, entangle your hands in his hair, something. “Please, Binnie…wanna touch you.” 

The new nickname came as a surprise to the both of you, and, if you had any shame left in you, you probably would’ve left the room right now. But, was there anything to be embarrased about, when you lay in the bed of the prisoner with both his cock and strange tentacles fucking you in such a dizzying way? You don’t think so. 

“Binnie?” He hummed, releasing your hands as he watched the way you immediately reached out to him, the need to be even closer overtaking you, “Is that your nickname for me princess?”

You’re not sure when the sudden shift started in Soobin, but personally, you were more concerned with the way you found yourself both enjoying it and wanting to cling to him even more. 

“Come here,” he whispered, the tentacles leaving your waist and supporting your body as you sat up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you slid your hands under his shirt. 

“Why am I the only one that’s naked here?” You whined, somewhat annoyed that you’re the only one that has been indecent the whole time. 

“You want me to take this off?” Soobin asked, raising a brow at your strange tactics, “Now?” 

You nodded, already beginning the process as you added, “Everything. Now.” 

The sudden change in the attitude and chemistry was left unspoken between the two of you, your heart thumping hard against your chest as you wondered if this was the effects of the blood bonding coming into play.

Now, as Soobin stood before you, bare like you, you allowed yourself to become more curious with your movements, hands caressing his skin as you mused over all the different scars on his body. Cautiously, you leaned up, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips as Soobin allowed you to kiss him, the feeling much more different that the first time. 

Yet, as your hands continued to wander, you knew that something shifted in Soobin as your hands grazed the part of his back where the appendages protruded, your sudden touch bringing about a soft hiss from Soobin.

“Not there, angel,” Soobin warned, hips moving once more as you were reminded of the bothersome heat inside you, your lips chasing after his uselessly as he pulled away. 

“Look at you, pathetic baby,” Soobin sighed out, the degrading words making you shut your eyes as you leaned on his chest, hands finding purchase on his shoulders as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer as you rutted against him mindlessly. 

“Fucked stupid by my cock. I bet you’re begging to cum again, hmm?”

And like the many times before, you agreed, your mouth trailing kisses along the expanse of his neck as you said, “please, Binnie— I want to feel you cum with me, wanna be filled.” 

Wordlessly, Soobin tugged your head back, getting a fistful of your hair as he whispered in your ear, the wicked smile evident in his voice as he spoke.

“Then you better give them a show, bunny.”

His brutal pace was set before you could say anything else, your eyes glossing over from the way that Soobin seemed to know just how to please you. Any words that you might’ve had died in your brain and melted on your tongue, left as nothing but sweet sounds that only seemed to encourage Soobin more.

The two of you were loud. Soobin knew that. He knew that you were aware too. But, as you clenched on his cock once more, your body shaking and your whimpers turning sweeter, he had to make sure that you became aware of the heartbeats that had suddenly appeared. 

“Aren’t you ashamed, bunny?” Soobin said, not bothering to keep his voice down as he spoke. Knowing that you became confused by his words, he continued. 

“Your teammates must be so jealous right now. This pussy’s too good to not want to fuck, hmm? I bet they’re dying to be in my place right now. But all they can do is watch helplessly.”

Soobin felt the moment you caught on to his words. How couldn’t he? Not with the way you were currently falling apart before his eyes, your lips bitten and swollen as he pulled you in for another kiss, pulling you in tight as if to make a point; you’ve lost her, she’s mine, look at how nicely she behaves for me. 

Pulling away, Soobin laughed harshly, cupping your cheek as he looked at your tired face, your dazed eyes slowly meeting his. 

“You still need more, don’t you bunny?” You were beyond destroyed by now, your body ready to shut down at any second now, but the burning need still as strong as ever as you slowly nodded, the words he spoke seemingly taking ages to process in your mind. 

Without any warning, you were suddenly being pulled up, the only thing that allowed you to stand being the support that the tentacles provided, along with Soobin’s arms that immediately encircled your torso, your chest being pulled flush against his. 

You were a mess of tears, sweat, and cum as you faced the wall, Soobin’s lips attaching themselves to you neck as he slowly began fucking into you once more, the new angle providing new stimulation for you. 

“They’re starting to enjoy this, you know,” Soobin whispers, the images of your shocked friends standing in the control room, watching you with dazed eyes, simply brought out a feeling of lust within you, the strange feeling of being desired making you feel dizzy. 

“Can you imagine, bunny? Imagine what they would do if they gave in, if they wanted to fuck you too. I bet you would take it, hmm? Take their cocks like the good girl you are?” The way Soobin was fucking you was outright delicious, and your mind couldn’t even begin to imagine the scenarios Soobin was currently feeding you.

“They love watching you. Love watching the way your pretty pussy takes me in. I bet they’d love to watch you be filled by me too, hmm?” You nodded, feeling the way Soobin’s pace had faltered, the rhythm starting to break the more you squeezed around him, his breathy moans and whispers of what could be bringing the both of you to a new peak.

“But they’ll just have to accept that you’re mine now,” Soobin said, the words loud and clear as he tightened his grip on you.

“Soobin,” you pant, hands wrapping around his forearms as you feel yourself getting closer.

“Say it again.”

“Soobin.”

“Louder, angel.”

“Soobin—!” 

Full. You feel so, oh so full. So satisfied, and so incredibly tired as you finally feel the way Soobin’s hot cum spurts inside you, seemingly unending as you come down with him, the violent waves of pleasure washing over you as all you can do is listen to the way Soobin quietly breathes out praises in your ear, not stopping until suddenly, he’s fucking his cum back into you, the feeling suddenly way, way too much for you.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay angel. You did so good, so good for me, taking everything I gave you.” He whispered, slowing his pace down until it was nothing more, the hot liquids slowly seeping out from in between your thighs. 

“Rest, angel, I got you,” he softly spoke into your ear, and though you had no reason to, you knew that you could trust his words.

So, after a week of nothing but physical and mental torture, you finally allowed yourself to rest, a heavy weight taken off your shoulders as you allowed yourself to collapse, allowed yourself to be caught by Soobin as he slowly laid you down, adjusting your body until you were covered by the thin covers that he was given. 

Soobin took his time to dress himself, not bothering to button up his shirt as he looked at the wall adjacent to his bed, his voice monotone as he spoke. 

“If you have any shame left, bring me some towels so I can clean your friend up,” he said, stressing the last part as he listened to the faint sound of scampering on the other side, glancing back at your sleeping form as he ran a hand through his hair. 

Their friend. His mate. 

❂❂❂

One would think nothing else but the fact that you just had the wildest, horniest, most shameful wet dream that put all other wet dreams to shame. 

But, as you woke in your comfortable bed, you sat up to find multiple clues that said no, it was not all just a dream. 

That is, if the complete change of clothes, deathly ache of your body, and the whole other person who clung to you said anything.

“You’re awake,” Soobin said, voice gruff as he pulled you in closer, “how do you feel?”

“Like death,” you wheezed out, choosing to skip over the awkward talk of “what the hell are you doing in my bed?” 

Afterall, after he gave you the fucking of your life, the least you could do was allow him a good night’s sleep— he was part of the team now, technically. 

“Could you tell your friends that you’re alright,” Soobin huffed, angry from even mentioning your friends, “They’ve been surveilling us all night. It’s strange.” 

He proceeded to motion to the very obvious camera and the mic that was now added to your room. You shot the man a questioning glance, but all he could do was shrug.

“Couldn’t be bothered to get up, honestly.”

“I’ll be back,” you muttered, unsure why exactly you were reassuring the man when you felt yourself being pushed back into Soobin’s chest, his hold tightening on you.

“No, just tell them you’re alright here,” Soobin grumbled, breathing in your scent as he fully expected you to give in. 

“No, I’m gonna go see them,” you protested, pulling yourself from his grip as you finally felt yourself become freed, only to get pulled right back in by Soobin.

“Why? So they can see the aftermath of all I did to you?” He said, his voice dropping octaves as he made you recall the events that happened the night before. “They still think about you, you know. I can sense it. It’s a wonder how they kept to themselves for all this time.”

“Soobin!” You exclaimed, cheeks heating up as he let you go, watching with amusement as you tried to show the way you definitely weren’t having difficulties walking. 

“Need assistance?” Soobin mused, and before he could react, you were tossing one of your fallen pillows at him.

Making your way back to the deck (slowly…) you tried to not think about how you just single-handedly fucked up the remaining balance you had on this ship. Not only was your relationship with Soobin extremely weird, but you had also managed to come on to two of your friends and practically begged them to help you out. How awful. The closer you got to the deck, the heavier you could feel the tension in the air, your hands growing clammy as you finally came face to face with them.

To put it frankly, a part of you had been hoping that Soobin’s whole “let’s give them a show” thing had simply been a strange fantasy, but as you take in the way that absolutely no one can hold eye contact with you, you’re realizing with a heavy dread that it was not, in fact, a strange fantasy. 

It was very real. 

“I’m… feeling better…” you said, trying to cut through the silence, only to get a couple of nods and nothing else. 

“That’s good,” Hueningkai said, and damn it did his ears just turn red from simply making eye contact with you?

This ship, you realize with dismay, was beyond saving. So you did the best you could to distract yourself from the situation, choosing instead to look around the windows to see where you might be. Yet, just as you were about to piece together what planet you might be on, your eyes caught on something peculiar, a sudden wave of rage taking over your essence.

“What the fuck is this dent doing in my ship?!”

The relationship re-building can wait;

You need answers.

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Bombshell

A/n: The long awaited next chapter is finally here!! This one is a little shorter than the others but it is also the first big piece I've done for Asmo so hopefully it goes well.

CW: a slightly obsessed Asmo, mentions of insecurities, reference to dead body,

Summary: MC is sick of Asmo avoiding them and wants answers, even if they have to chase him to the ends of the Devildom. Will they be able to handle the emotionally unstable Avatar of Lust?

Word Count: 4.8k

The Soundtrack

The Fight: Vicious

The Apologies: Beelzebub, Satan, Mammon, Leviathan

“I can’t escape the twisted way you think of me”

It had been a free for all trying to escape the dining room, each brother trying to push past the other in attempt to seclude themselves away in their rooms. Asmodeus felt the sting in his eyes and refused to let the others see him this way. He wasn’t one to run normally but, in this instance, he was practically running for his life.

Asmo’s reached out and made contact with the handle on his bedroom door as the first tear broke free, he ripped it open before more could fall. A hot white rage built inside him, how dare you do this to him, how dare you make him cry! Who were you to speak to him like that? Where did you get off being so malicious to such an innocent demon like him?

The more he thought about your words, your tone, your body language, the angrier he became. He slammed his bedroom door closed so violently that the walls around it shook as he did.

“I HATE YOU!”

The words ripped from his throat in pure rage.

He hated you so much.

He hated the way you looked at him, he hated the way you spoke to him, he hated the way you made him feel. Alive for a millennia and a demon for centuries, yet no human…no…no creature in all three realms had ever made him feel this way. He was Avatar of Lust! He should be worshipped, he should be chased and sought after, you should be lusting for him! Yet ever since you arrived you had been unaffected by his charm.

Asmodeus flung himself onto his bed, another scream tearing out of him was muffled by his plush comforter. You had such a powerful hold on him, the fact that you didn’t lust after him like all the others was infuriating but the way he craved your affection was absolute torture. You consumed his every thought, the thousands of comments from adoring fans meant nothing because they weren’t from you, he wanted— needed your praise.

He needed your validation.

He thought back to when you first arrived, the way he viewed you, the way he treated you. You were just a toy to him, a little doll to play dress up with, you had no real meaning to him. He assumed you would just become another lust crazed fan of his, one he could enjoy more easily since you lived downstairs, oh how wrong he was.

He had practically called you unworthy of a pact with him in the beginning, he had made you feel small in comparison to him. He found it odd how quickly his brothers were forming pacts with you but still saw no reason to form his own.

Mammon wasn’t a surprise but Leviathan was a major shock, you had managed to form a bond with his brother who had been locked up in his room for centuries and couldn’t carry a conversation to save his life. Beelzebub was another surprise, after everything that happened with Lilith and then Belphie, Asmo had been sure the sixth born would be against forming pacts with humans, yet here you were bearing his mark.

He was convinced that you were using some type of magic on them, using a spell to make them willingly form pacts with you. Asmo had suggested this to Solomon, wanting to know what spell it was and thinking perhaps it could be used on you so you would finally submit to him. To his dismay Solomon informed him you didn’t possess any type of magic, he checked.

That didn’t explain the catacombs though.

Asmodeus rolled over on his back, looking up at the gorgeous canopy covering his bed, he thought back to the night you borrowed Solomon’s magic. He sucked in a deep breath as he recalled the way you coursed through his veins, drawing out strength and power that had been lying dormant for years, untouched by even the most powerful sorcerer he knew.

From the moment your pact was formed he felt closer to you but it wasn’t enough, he needed more. He needed to know what you thought about him, how you saw him, how you felt towards him, but he needed it to be exactly what he wanted to hear. If you thought poorly of him, if you saw him as nothing more than just another pact, he would come unraveled.

His heart ached, was this what unrequited love felt like? Was this the way his fans felt knowing he would never truly love them as much as they adored him? It was a horrible feeling but he couldn’t make it stop. He knew you didn’t desire him the way most did but always hoped you at least liked him, now he wasn’t even sure about that.

“Don’t call me darling!”

Darling.

A name he had called you so many times before. The name, that was always said so sweetly and with so much adoration behind it, was now tainted.

“Darling!”

The venomous way you spat the word back at him still fresh in his mind. The hatred in your eyes as you looked deep into his. Tears started to streak down his face again, his eyes burned from the continuous stream of hot tears, his throat hurt from the screams that still escaped him as he fought with his own mind. Nobody had ever caused him to have a full-on meltdown like this, what he originally thought was anger towards you was actually fear, he was terrified of facing you again.

You were angry with him, possibly hated him now, and he couldn’t handle that. Asmodeus lived off the love people showered him with, his brothers occasionally became annoyed with him but they never showed him this level of anger, your love and attention meant more to him than ten thousand fans screaming for him.

Your opinion was more important to him than anyone else’s, he craved your validation and forgiveness, he needed to find a way to make it up to you but he didn’t know where to start. When others became upset with him, the fifth born would simply charm them into forgiving him for his actions. You would require actual work that Asmo wasn’t sure he could handle.

The thought of trying to please you, to win your heart back, only to be rejected or further scorned made his heart race. He was afraid you would rip him to shreds, the way you had sunk your fangs into Belphie at dinner, exposing his insecurities for all to see and mock him for.

His biggest fear was you severing the pact, he wasn’t ready to give up the power he felt with you, he was slow to form it but now that it was made Asmo would fight to keep his pact with you. He wanted to be yours, however you saw fit, he needed you to want him around. He loved you and he loved belonging to you. He hated himself for the way he treated you originally, remembering the awful things he said about you when you weren’t around made him sick, he understood why his charm had no affect on you. How could you ever lust after such a horrendously cruel and insecure demon like him?

Even so, he loved you. He loved the way you said his name in conversation, he loved your laugh when his brothers did something dumb, he loved how you gave him compliments and they actually felt genuine, he loved your smile when he told you good morning.

Your smile.

That beautiful smile, the one he thought he would lose forever. He remembered seeing you there in his brothers arms, body beaten and bruised, barely holding on to life. The sight of you so badly torn to pieces had drawn out a petrified scream from the fifth born, he was panicking over if you would survive, he wanted to fix you but Lucifer had deemed you too far gone.

Too traumatized to cry in the moment, feeling incredibly nauseous and afraid of blacking out, Asmo remembered how he clung to Satan’s arm to balance himself. No one could comfort him, they were all just as terrified and distraught, he spent the next few evenings texting you late into the night just to ensure you were still alive and well.

Asmodeus had been so grateful that you were alive, he had suppressed any thought of you potentially dying or being hurt, but in one single night you had forced him to see the ugly truth. He had treated you like a lesser being. His brother had attacked you. You did die. And they all pretended nothing happened. The guilt was starting to mix with his fear, making him nauseous once again.

Asmo tossed himself further into his bed, burying his face in the array of pillows, fighting back more tears. He pulled his phone out and opened your messages, he was immediately soothed by your contact photo, it was just you and no one else. The glisten in your eyes, the smile on your face, the soft glow on your cheeks, he was captivated by your beauty. What a wonderful human to have as a master, only fitting to be served by the Avatar of Lust. Asmodeus choked back a sob wishing he could be curled up in your lap as you comfort him, his eyes locked on your picture, he spoke in a barely audible whisper.

“I love you…”

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 “So like, I get why ya brought me along… but why is he here?” Mammon glared at his target, body tense and putting distance between it and you. Slumped over a counter near you was the sleepy youngest, looking at you to defend his existence and not daring to speak against Mammon on his own.

“He’s here to carry my bags,” You retorted as you continued looking through the clothes rack. “Besides, he’s not hurting anyone.”

“Not yet anyway…” Mammon kept his eyes locked on the youngest, following you to the next row.

You were used to this by now, Mammon rejoining the group in daily life had caused a slight skew in the hierarchy. He was used to being your loyal demon, joining you for any and all things you didn’t want to do alone. When he reemerged and discovered that Belphegor was now following you around, he became extremely protective. Unaware of your new deal with the youngest, Mammon had actually slammed him into a wall when he saw Belphie following you to your room one evening.

Sitting him down to explain the situation didn’t help much either, Mammon argued that it was a stupid idea.

“What if he tries somethin’??” He had challenged.

“Oh believe me, he won’t try anything. He knows his place now.” You told him. “And if he does try something, then you have my full permission to end him.”

Unsure of what he had missed while being locked away in his room, the second oldest was intrigued by your newfound confidence, the boldness of you ordering him to go after someone who tried to harm you was incredibly attractive, though he would never tell you that out loud.

Ever since, it had been a constant battle, Belphie doing as told and staying near to answer your commands and Mammon keeping a close eye on him. You noticed that any time Belphie got too close to you, Mammon would let out a small growl signaling him to back off, the youngest never pushed further once this happened.

You had pulled them both out of the house and brought them to Majolish, needing Mammon’s eye for fashion and needing Belphie to carry all your things. Truthfully, you would have preferred the fifth born to join you for this, Mammon was far too bashful to tell you how things looked on you, Asmo was always straightforward on if things were too baggy or if they hugged you perfectly. The problem there was Asmodeus had been avoiding you like the plague for about two weeks now.

Any time you entered a room with him he would dart out, if he walked into a room you already occupied he would turn tail and run, meals were the only place he couldn’t avoid you. He ate his meal and avoided eye contact, refused to make small talk, and would take off the minute he finished eating.

Asmo was a drama queen and you were well aware of that, but the constant avoidance was getting obnoxious. You had tried asking Solomon what his problem was but the sorcerer was just as clueless, informing you that any time he mentioned your name to Asmo he was met with sudden backlash, teary eyes, and a rather distraught demon.

As if by magic the demon of your thoughts suddenly appeared, a few rows over you spotted the Avatar of Lust looking through a collection of tops, he seemed perfectly fine at the moment.

Now was your chance.

You set down the jacket you were holding, but just as you started toward him Asmo looked up, locking eyes with you, you watched the color drain from his face. He dropped his bags and immediately shot out of the building, you cursed which caught Mammon’s attention finally.

“Mammon, will you finish my errands for me?” You turned to him, giving your sweetest smile and using a voice laced with innocence, you didn’t need him to know your plans. “I just remembered there’s something I have to get done before the end of the day!”

“Wha—Me? I mean, course I’ll do it but yer not takin’ him are ya?” Mammon gestured towards the youngest who was now lingering behind you absent mindedly playing with the sleeve of a shirt next to him.

“No, I need you to keep an eye on him actually, can you do that for me?” You were trying to speed this along, knowing Asmo was getting further away with each passing minute.

“Yeah, I guess so…”

“Great!” You turned sharply looking Belphie in the eyes “Listen to him and do not give him trouble, understand?” He nodded quickly, a bashful look on his face. You took off out the door in search for the fifth born.

“Listen here runt, yer gonna help me finish this list and then we’re gonna go home so I can keep a eye on ya, got it?” Mammon spoke sternly.

“Yeah whatever, I don’t want to spend time with you either, I’d rather be in my room. The only reason I’m listening to you is so they can go catch Asmo.” Belphie crossed his arms, pouting and wishing you had taken him with you.

“Asmo?? What’s he gotta do with this?” Mammon headed towards the check out, ready to get these errands over with.

“Oh right, you cried for a week in your room, so you don’t know.” Belphie smirked but it quickly vanished as Mammon spun around and grabbed his shirt collar.

“Watch it runt.” He hissed, inches from the seventh born’s face “I have permission to kick your ass, so I suggest ya remember why I was in my room so long and tell me what Asmo has to do with this!”

“Asmo was in the store and took off running, MC is chasing after to confront him.” Belphie swallowed hard once his brother let go of his shirt.

“How the hell do ya know they’re chasin’ after him though? They said they had things to do before the day ended!” Mammon refused to believe that his youngest brother could possibly know more than him.

“Because I watched them make eye contact and I saw the look in their eyes when Asmo took off. Plus, since I’ve spent so much time with them lately, they’ve been venting to me about all their problems.” Belphie knew he already struck a chord with that last bit and would probably regret it, so he took it one step further. “Guess I’m their favorite demon now.”

Mammon felt a rage flare inside him, he was so sick of Belphie’s smart mouth, but he knew better than to lose control in a store. He started taking steps closer to his brother, who began backing away until he was pressed against a display case with nowhere to go, Mammon leaned in close letting a low growl out before speaking in a spiteful whisper.

“Imma let ya off this time for sayin’ some shit like that. You think you’re the favorite?” He scoffed. “You ain’t nothin’ little man. Next time you get too close to my human? I’ll show you who the favorite is.” Mammon could practically smell the fear on his brother, it was his turn to smirk. “Now tell me, why are they chasin’ after Asmo?”

“Asmo has been avoiding MC and won’t speak to them, he won’t stay in a room with them and refuses to speak to or even look at them, it’s been going on for weeks now.” The words flew from his mouth in fear.

“So, yer tellin’ me they’re about to confront an overly emotional Asmo who’s been avoiding ‘em for weeks?” Mammon knew how his little brother was in these conditions, an emotional Asmodeus was a lot to handle but an emotionally unstable Asmo was dangerous to both himself and others.

“Shit.”

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You were prepared to search high and low for Asmodeus knowing he was likely long gone, but you lucked out when you exited Majolish finding him a few feet down the sidewalk. His back was pressed against the building behind him, knees slightly bent, he was red in the face and looked out of breath.

“ASMO!” You called, louder than intended.

Asmodeus snapped his head towards you, his eyes went wide and you knew this was going to be harder than planned. He took off down the street, faster than expected for a demon in heels, you chased after him.

He darted in and out of the crowded street, shoving past various demons and succubi trying to talk to him, he tripped only once but caught himself on a nearby fruit stand and took off again after flinging a crate of redxred apples to the ground in hopes to slow you down.

You were determined to catch up with him, knocking into demons left and right, not caring what they hissed at you as you pursued the Avatar of Lust. You jumped over the pile of discarded apples and kept running. Something inside of you started burning, you felt like a predator hunting its prey, starving for answers and chasing him relentlessly. Asmo would occasionally look back to see you closing in on him, you could tell exactly where he was headed and decided to cut him off.

Throwing the front door of the House of Lamentation open, Asmo headed up the stairs, he just needed to reach his room then he would be safe. He rounded the corner to the hallway leading to his sanctuary and came face to face with you, he screamed and jumped back slightly. You had known he would seek refuge in his room, so you had gone through the back door, taking a different staircase to beat him here.

“What is your problem?” You were sick of this all, tired of the avoidance, tired of him bolting from you. You wanted answers and wanted them now.

“Go away…” His voice was weak, the look in his eyes was familiar but you couldn’t place it.

“NO! I want answers Asmo! Why are you avoiding me? I get it, I yelled at you and you didn’t like that, but are you seriously going to treat me like this now?!” You stepped closer to him, you could see his breathing pick up, chest moving rapidly, his eyes wide.

“Leave me alone…” Voice wavering, you recalled the last time you saw this look in someone’s eyes. Belphegor had given you the same look when you had cornered him in your room, eyes full of fear, it was feeding something inside you again.

“No… answer me. Do you think you’re too good to speak to me anymore?”

“Please, just leave me alone…”

“Think you’re better than me again? Think I’m not worth your time?”

“Go away! Please!”

“All I’ve ever been is just a toy for you to play with until you’re bored! Just your precious little doll right?” A light flickered in your eyes, adrenaline pumping through you.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!! PLEASE!” In an instant Asmo transformed into his demon form, fear still in his eyes but now joined by tears brimming on the edge ready to spill. You didn’t back down, seeing his horns would have scared you months ago but after all this, after dying? Demons were no longer scary to you, but you seemed to terrify them.

“TELL ME WHAT THE PROBLEM IS ASMODEUS! YOU WANT ME TO GO AWAY? THEN ANSWER ME!” Both of you were screaming now, you knew if anyone was home they could hear the two of you, you knew none of them dared to interrupt you though. No one was coming to save Asmo and no one needed to save you.

“I LOVE YOU!!!” His voice was shrill, using every ounce of himself to cry out. He dropped to his knees, face red as the tears poured down his cheeks.

You paused for a moment, stunned by his sudden outburst. Asmo was known for being narcissistic, full of love for himself and no one else, this had to be a lie or some sick joke. But if that was the case, why was he so distraught, why was he on his knees having a breakdown?

“What?” Your tone cautious, waiting for him to jump up and lunge at you, expecting this to be a cover for some attack.

“I love you!! I can’t face you anymore because I was awful to you but I love you!” His breathing shaky in between sobs, “I can’t stop thinking about the way you see me now! It’s killing me! You hate me now but I love you!” he looked up at you with pleading eyes, his hands gripping his thighs so tight his knuckles turned white. He started muttering ‘I love you’ repeatedly through his tears, his body shaking as he gasped for air.

When Belphie had broken before you, it made you feel empowered, it fed something inside you, watching Asmodeus have a meltdown wasn’t nearly as satisfying. You knew the fifth born never let others see his true emotions, always wearing a smile and keeping up his playboy appearance and attitude, to see him on his knees weak and vulnerable like this was either a sign of trust or total fear. You took a deep breath before sighing, you knelt down next to him, wiping tears off his cheek.

“You don’t love me Asmo…you barely know me.”

“I do though! I love you! All of you!” He tensed up under your touch, his breath hitching as your thumb glided across his face. His voice was desperate, you couldn’t tell if he was trying to convince you or himself.

“No, Asmo, you really don’t. You have no reason to love me.” You continued trying to wipe his tears away as well as the smudges of his mascara. His eyes followed your every movement, his breathing finally starting to even out. “We’ve hardly spent time together.”

“Then why do I feel like this? Why can’t I stop thinking about you? Why do I want to be with you all the time?” His hand slowly reached up to hold your wrist as you started wiping his other cheek, you could feel his eyes locked on your lips and knew you needed to stop this before it got out of hand.

“I don’t know Asmo, maybe you feel guilty for how you used to treat me? Maybe you have a crush on me, you’re Avatar of Lust, who knows but I know it’s not love.” You lowered your hand and looked at him, he looked pitiful. Another broken demon sat before you, begging to be put back together, you got your answer but were confused on where to go from here.

Love was really all Asmodeus knew, he received it from his friends, from his fans, from random strangers on the street. You had stirred up new emotions in him, ugly ones that he typically avoided having like guilt, anger, fear, and sadness. You knew he was just projecting his swell of emotions into the one he was comfortable with, telling himself that he was madly in love with you when in reality he was just lost.

“I’m sorry…” Asmo’s voice cut through your thoughts, he was still looking at you with those sad eyes, he moved his hand from your wrist and softly grazed your fingers with his. “I was awful to you… I said some very hateful things… it makes me sick to think about. I wish I could take it back, I wish I could fix this!”

“You can fix this Asmo.” You took his hand in yours, knowing he needed some type of comfort right now.

“How?” His voice soft and close to breaking again.

“You’ve already started by apologizing, by taking responsibility for how you treated me before.”

“You’ll forgive me for that?” The fifth born leaned in slightly, his wings fluttered behind him.

“Of course, as long as you realize what you said and did and actively work on being better, then I have no problem forgiving you.” You watched a smile form on his lips finally, he looked down at your hand holding his and began playing with your fingers.

“I don’t deserve it though…”

“Asmo look, you said some really mean stuff yeah, but I told you I’m willing to mend our relationship if you are.”

“No, I mean…” Asmo took a deep breath in, preparing himself to be completely honest with you. “I don’t deserve your love or forgiveness, I’m not the amazing, self-confident demon you think I am. I’m horribly insecure about a lot of things…”

“Asmo…” His tears fell silently this time, he was trying to occupy himself by playing with your hand still. You had known all along the fifth born had several insecurities, it only made sense with the amount of attention he always received, but Asmo was never one to openly admit that. For him to sit here and tell you, even if it wasn’t a specific insecurity, you knew this was him giving you total access and control.

“I don’t care if you’re insecure, I am too. I just want us to get along.” ��You placed your other hand on top of his, “can we do that?”

Asmo gave a weak smile but shook his head vigorously, you knew he was exhausted emotionally and you were worn out physically from chasing him down. You helped him stand and walked him to his bedroom, telling him you both needed to rest for a while, he leaned into you as you made your way down the hall.

Once reaching his room, Asmo opened the door but lingered for a moment, a bashful look on his face before saying your name in a quiet voice.

“I know this isn’t the right time to ask but…do you think that maybe, you and I could… get to know each other better?” He looked at you with soft eyes, nervously awaiting your response.

“I’d like that,” You gave him a warm smile “maybe we can start with you helping me pick an outfit for the formal next week.”

Asmo beamed at you, agreeing to help you as soon as you were ready, and you left him to decompress. He shut his door and made his way towards his bed, he swiftly bent over and pulled a small box from underneath. Sitting himself on the bed, the box next to him, Asmo opened the lid and removed two pictures from inside. One of you on your own, a candid he had taken while out with the group, the other a selfie he managed to snag with you.

You really were a perfect creature, so sweet and innocent yet powerful and dangerous, just like him. The two of you were so similar, absolutely stunning without trying, objects of desire among demons, capable of driving others crazy with lust. It’s as if you were meant to be.

Asmodeus hummed happily staring at the two pictures, his heart starting to heal already, he laid back on the bed holding the photos over his chest. Even if you didn’t believe him right now, even if he had to spend the next thousand years proving it to you, Asmo knew he really was in love with you. And he was determined to make you see that.

Even if it killed him.

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hi i like the new list jdsjbs might have letter 9 with hajun yeon? well I imagine a context where he and mc have had triplets hehe so you can imagine all the lovely chaos that happens with no spare time for them until uncle allen or Anne comes to take care of the naughty ones and they finally rest for a while :') Thank you!

(hajun getting triplets is truly just karma)

Hajun Yeon:

“Surprise!”

And you were surprised, as Anne hadn’t even called before they showed up at their doorstep. They struck a cute little pose just in case you forgot them, which was impossible as despite living separately from them now both Anne and Allen still invaded your home daily like they lived there. You never really minded, telling Hajun to stop fooling himself about calling the upstairs rooms ‘guest bedrooms’ when they were clearly meant for the only two friends he had. The comment had really solidified that you were a match made in heaven for someone like Hajun but he didn’t bite back, likely because he knew there was no point in arguing the obvious.

But still, Anne was generally the one courteous enough to let you know when they wanted to drop in.

“Is something wrong?” You must’ve looked frazzled because Anne reached out to straight your hair up, smiling contently while you let them do what they had to.

“Nope! Just came to get my kids for a shopping trip!”

“Yeah?” Your head tilted in confusion but you felt your son at your back, leaning from under your arm as he looked up at Anne.

“You’re dropping me off at Uncle Allen’s, right?”

“It depends on if the place looks like a maze that’ll gobble you up or not, but yeah.” Anne playfully pinched at their cheeks in greeting, kneeling to their level which must take incredible balance considering the height on their heels. “Can you get your brother and sister and tell them Anne is here to save the day?”

You feel like you’re missing something, not connecting dots or perhaps just completely blacking out on previous plans that had been made. Were you supposed to go out with them tonight? Hajun, the one who normally remembered things, hadn’t mentioned anything lately… Having triplets was one of the most exhausting things in the world, and even as they grew older with more of an ability to occupy themselves, it felt like the chores around the house tripled too, leaving you with little to no free time for yourself. Even with Hajun’s help there were some days that felt hopeless.

“It was a surprise for Hajun, too,” Anne giggled, able to read your expression quite easily. “I called him this morning to let him know I wanted to take the kids back to school shopping! Since they don’t go to school with a boring uniform I thought it’d be fun to help them find their own styles.”

You could’ve cried at how helpful and kind Anne had proven themselves to be yet again, reaching out to give them a hug which they happily reciprocated. They didn’t know if they wanted kids themselves someday but getting two nephews and a niece left them quite happy. They patted your back as you pulled away, all three of your kids now lined up neatly at the door. You received hurried kisses that almost hurt your feelings if you weren't also craving a moment to yourself, telling them to be on their best behavior which you knew they took as a challenge rather than an order.

When you stepped back into your living room you saw your husband lounging on the couch, pretending to read though you knew he was actually waiting for you. The kids were ready almost too quickly, considering you hadn’t been on time once since the three of them were born, and you suspected he knew a little bit longer than Anne had implied. You can’t curse him yet though, there’d be plenty of time for that when the kids were back home.

“I can’t believe we’re alone for the first time in…forever.”

You flopped yourself practically on top of him, legs thrown across his lap as Hajun chuckled and patted your thigh affectionately. It was nice not to cram onto it with three other bodies; they were little but they were all starting to grow taller, and each wanted to lay down or stretch their bones specifically when their siblings tried to sit next to them. Hajun interrupted your thoughts when his arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing you close enough to exchange a kiss.

“Finally alone, my love,” Hajun hummed against your lips, his next kiss slower and much more deliberate; you don’t know the last time you’d had uninterrupted intimacy, realizing that you truly missed your husbands touch despite laying next to him every night, “What ever will we get up to?”

 “I can think of a few things.”

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Okay I’m making this while tired but I figure I can at least get it started and smart people can add on. if you’re here from jrwitwt first off HELLO!!! Welcome. I know there have been several posts going around saying watch your step, we do things differently here, and to get with it, that might seem a bit intimidating. So I wanted to make this non-exhaustive list of how tumblr works and HOW we do things different so you can get settled in :)

also these are just to the best of my ability and based off my time here i am by no means a standard, just a starting point

-You might’ve heard this one already but there isn’t much of an algorithm here. You can follow certain tags and blogs. The best way to find people is to just scroll through tags and check out blogs whose posts you enjoyed

-reblogging is standard. Likes are typically for letting a mutual(or anyone rlly) know you saw their post or during liveblog sessions(at least that’s how I use them) while we have replies on posts that might look like a comment section. It really isn’t most of the time. Comments are normally put in the tags of reblogs. It’s completely okay if your blog is just reblogs that’s super normal here. you don’t have to have an original thought if you don’t want to

-If you really don’t want to post/lurk and only follow ppl, change your pfp so we know you aren’t a bot. Blank blogs have a history of being bots and if we can’t tell you’re a person a lot of people will block on sight. Just fair warning

-We do a lot of blocking here. If you don’t like someone’s posts, block em and keep going. The filter tags system on tumblr really works(I’ve heard twt is fussy and not great) and most people tag things appropriately here so you Will Not see the shit you don’t want to

-TAG THINGS APPROPRIATELY PLEASE it’s a give and take. When it comes to spoilers, as long as the original poster tagged it you normally don’t have to tag it again in a reblog but you can out of courtesy

-Bonus point a lot of us use “jrwilb” as a tag when everyone is on the dash liveblogging a stream ep or just when they get around to watching it. Some people have personalized ones, and some ppl also main tag their liveblogs so it’s just a good one to know ahead of time

-People chit chat through asks frequently. You don’t have to feel shy abt it, esp if you are being friendly. But if you’re anxious a lot of people leave on anon asks so you don’t have to have your name attached

-We don’t really do callouts/negativity posts. If you see a take or headcanon you aren’t fond of going around. You can block/filter, or you can make a positivity post or post abt your own interpretation!!! A lot of people here love different takes and headcanons and try to value all of them. Again, if one squicks you really bad, filter/block it. If you really wanna complain, be sure to do it in dms or a private discord server

-our concept of what jokes are okay to post are very lax. there really isnt an official thing but i’ve tended to notice we dont really tend to do anything the council havent done. we joke abt gillion tits and eggs here because the council have done it. we have made very lewd jokes because  . . . mcs and everything else grizzly does when he’s not playing dakota. so be prepared to be jarred by how . . . interesting it gets here

Okay that’s all I can think of for now. Members of councilblr feel free to add anything smile

#also if you are adding pls keep the tone friendly smile #i wanted to make a greetings post #for the twt refugees fleeing the discourse site #jrwi #just roll with it #what tags would twt ppl search hmmm #jrwi show #jrwishow #councilblr

[sivellevossen]

Just An Act

~part three~

Prompt: You and Sebastian broke up following the events of 5th year. Now it is 7th year, you and Ominis are together and all seems well… until you and Sebastian are casted as lovers in a play.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 *completed*

*7th year*

It was finally the day of auditions. You, Ominis and Poppy all got in the long line to audition for your roles. Poor Poppy had memorized 3 different characters worth of lines because of just how many roles she had signed up for. You held Ominis’s hand, however he had been off the past few days. You assumed it was caused by the stress of trying to fit a play into his routine of homework and study dates with you. Unbeknownst to you, that was the last of his concerns. He was stressed ever since he saw Sebastian and his girlfriend sign up for the roles you two had been going for. Merlin forbid you and Sebastian get casted for the main roles. The only hope he held on to was that Sallow did have a girlfriend..but would that really stop him for enjoying it a little too much…? Ominis knew how his ex best friend was, and Sebastian didn’t take the events of 5th year lightly… especially after Ominis blackmailed him in order to stay away from you.

Your eyes wandered around the room of people waiting for their turn. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him.. Sebastian, and right by his side a girl who was obviously very in love with him. Upon further inspection…she looked extremely familiar, uncomfortably familiar. She had the same hair and skin pigments as you, was roughly the same size. Her robe was adorned with the Gryffindor emblem, which was extremely odd due to the hatred Sebastian had for Gryffindors. Aside from the house, she looked oddly similar to you… as if he was trying to fill the void with the closest thing he could find to you.

Poppy followed your gaze, noticing the same things as you and nudging you slightly. Thank Merlin your boyfriend was blind! He was so caught up in his own thoughts about the boy that he didn’t notice the silence or silent messages between you and Poppy. You and Poppy both gave each other an odd look, clearly understanding what the other was saying. You looked back at Sebastian and the girl…the image so familiar you couldn’t help but picture yourself in her shoes. Both happy, messing around with each other and free from the darkness that once surrounded you both. Sebastian…he had definitely grown into a fine young man since the last time you saw him. His features darker and more defined. You felt guilty thinking about this as you were literally holding hands with your boyfriend to audition together for the couple in the play. That guilt feeling snapping you back to reality.

“I’m so nervous! Who would have thought memorizing three characters would be so difficult!” Poppy sighed, leaning against the wall.

“Poppy… I truly mean no offense..but maybe your chances would be higher if you devoted all that energy into a single character” Ominis half joked. Poppy’s comment snapped him back to reality as well, remembering he was here for you. Not to compete with Sallow boy.

“Maybe..” Poppy huffed defeatedly. Ominis sensed eyes on him yet he couldn’t tell who and from where. You and Poppy had engaged in conversation about the play, and Ominis could not shake the feeling of being stared at. Who would stare at the blind guy? It instantly clicked who possibly could be staring, and to be blunt..it pissed him off. How dare Sebastian cross this line after the many conversations that secretly took place behind your back. Ominis was far from innocent when it came you the relationships between you, him, and Sebastian. The whole thing was truly a mess, but his reasons were good, it was all for you. Masking his annoyance, he put his arm around MC, tilting her head up for a light kiss, reminding anyone who saw that you were his. He didn’t mean this in a possessive way (maybe a little), but he saw himself as your protector, to keep you happy and on the right path. He couldn’t bare to think of what would have happened to you if you stayed with Sallow and the dark arts, you had such a beautiful soul.

~~

“Sebastian! Come on, don’t go silent on me!” Octavia said, noticing her boyfriend’s silence and drifting eyes. MC…it had been so long since he had seen you. He kept his promise to Ominis as much as he could, requesting completely different schedules, taking the long routes around the castle, avoiding every ounce of temptation to sneak you away and truly apologize. He had noticed how happy you were, you were glowing. Your hair soft, clothes neat and fitting you perfectly. He could not see a single imperfection…aside from not being the one by your side of course. Your beauty captivated him, thinking of all the time he missed out with you due to his own selfishness. He really fucked up..and he was fully aware now looking at the picture in front of him. You made friends, got a boyfriend and moved on..while he settled for what was closest to you, Octavia.

He loved her of course, just maybe not to the extent of the hold you had on him. It was always you, but he could never admit that…both to the people around him and himself. He watched as Ominis made a move, watching him embrace and kiss you lovingly. It should be been him..always should’ve been him. However, he knew he shouldn’t think about these things..he had already betrayed you once, he couldnt even think to imagine betraying both Ominis and you again. You were happy…that’s all that mattered right?

“Darling, I apologize, just nervous is all” He stated, it wasn’t a complete lie after all…but what if he was casted with you?

~~

The day progressed, everyone being called in one by one. You watched Octavia and Sebastian go through the doors. And soon, it was your turn. You went first, absolutely killing it. Your confidence made a great impression on the judges, and they assured you that you were a candidate. You couldn’t quite tell how Ominis’s audition went, yet you could assume probably not great… he did not come out elated, but also not defeated.

“I’m fairly confident they will at least consider me..” He joked, holding your hand as you waited for Poppy..

“How could they say no to the hottest blind guy in all of Hogwarts” you joked back. He cracked, letting out a small laugh

“So i’m not the hottest guy…only the hottest blind guy?” He quipped. You shook your head, laughing and leaning into him,

“No! You know what I mean Ominis! It’s not everyday that the hottest guy here also happens to be blind!~” You clarified. He put his arm around you, if he didn’t get the role…he still had you. And chances were he’d still be the director anyway with Natty.

“Hey guys….can we please get lunch..I’m beat..” Poppy said as she approached you from the auditions from. You chuckled, you could tell she tried her hardest and was exhausted.

“Yes! Send an owl to Natty to meet us!” You smiled. Ominis nodded, the two of you getting up. You lead Ominis, hand in hand to the dining hall.

~~

It was the next day and it was announced in the morning that roles had been assigned! You were excited, meeting up with everyone so you could all go and find out together. Ominis was on edge, nervous of the results. What were the chances Sebastian, of all people, would be cast. Since when was he even interested in school events?! Ominis reasoned with himself, composing himself as the four of you made your way to the posting. He always let you lead him, he wholeheartedly trusted you, and you never let him down…(aside from the day you forgot to mention they mopped the floors).

The four of you maneuvered yourselves through the crowd of both disappointed and elated students. There it was…

Supporting Actress: Poppy

Assistant Director: Natty

Prop Designer: Octavia

Director: Ominis

Leading Actress: MC

Leading Actor: Sebastian

Your eyes widened at the realization of who your costar was. How could this happen. What were the chances.

“Ominis..” you sighed, Poppy and Natty understanding the situation, backing away into their own space.

“Hm? What did we get…will I be honored to share the stage with you?” He smiled, a small twinge of anxiety in his voice. His expression was soft, squeezing your hand. You lead him away slightly to a more private corner,

“Ominis… Sebastian is the lead” You said hesitantly, studying his face. He looked down, hanging his head, sighing. How? How does Sebastian manage to always do this!? He knew Sebastian was still fond of you, and if he knew Sallow he would take full advantage of this opportunity.

“I’ll back out! Don’t worry!” You smiled, trying to save both yourself and him from the impending doom to come.

“No MC, I know how much this means to you..and I wont let Sallow ruin this moment for you. I love you MC, I trust you.” He sighed. You knew it was painful for him, and you knew his mind would work against him with anxieties.

“I love you too Omi, you know that. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for you” You smiled, giving him a reassuring hug and kissing his jawline. He smiled, blushing slightly. How bad could it get? Both him and Sebastian’s girlfriend would be present, surely he was just overthinking the situation.

~~

“Oh..! Seb I didn’t get it!!” Octavia whined, looking at the posting. Perfect!! Sebastian had the best excuse to get out of this dumb play now, he was only doing it for Octavia after all.

“Oh no..” Sebastian sarcastically sighed, looking at the posting himself now.

“Hey atleast you got prop desig- Merlin….” He said, seeing who the lead was, followed by his name directly after.

“Look at you Mr. Star!” She exclaimed, she was so happy for Sebastian, unaware of both his initial discontent and who exactly his costar would be. You hadn’t been mentioned at all between them, too risky, too much annoyance for Sebastian to bother explaining why Octavia was a generic version of his first love.

“I shall support you with he best and upmost high quality props!” Octavia laughed looking up at him lovingly.

Leading Actress: MC…

His heart skipped a beat reading it again..

“Yeah.. wouldn’t be able to do with without you..” he smiled, distracted by his thoughts of what-ifs and possibilities. All of a sudden, this play was the highlight of his year! How could he ever think about getting out of it.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the support and comments! I appreciate every one of you omg <3

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts fanfiction #hogwarts au #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #sebastian sallow x you #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x you #video games #fanfic #x reader #ominis x reader #ominis x mc

[mysticmelove]

Impatience

(Jumin x MC) [NSFW]

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“Are you working tomorrow?”

Jumin couldn’t help but scoff at the comment. Maybe she was joking, he couldn’t quite tell with the distance between them, but it definitely wasn’t the best jest he’d heard. “When am I not?”

He heard her giggle to herself in the bathroom, the sound of the running water being shut off with it. “You never know, sometimes you get a day off.”

“Sometimes...” Jumin slowed down as he felt his phone vibrate at his side on the bed - another email. He sighed at the thought of doing any more work before going to bed, “Those times are few and far between though, aren’t they?” He knew he shouldn’t have opened the email but suddenly he was reading a list of very detailed concerns passed through one person to another. Another sigh. He’s was going to have to deal with this now or it was going to plague his workload more than he could possibly bear.

“What’s with all the sighing?”

“I have to go and tie some things up in the office quickly.”

“No,” MC was quick to protest, her brows furrowing as she poked her head around the doorframe of the en-suite.

Jumin’s eyes were still deep in his phone. “I know I agreed to come to bed with you, my love, but I really must—” his jaw fell slightly lax at the sight of his wife, now stood in the space of the room almost glaring through him. He huffed as he sat back on their bed, his free hand massaging the bridge of his nose as he found it impossible to shift his sight. It had been a long time since she’d played this game: stealing his clothes and teasing him wordlessly. In fact, it had been some time since they’d had any real alone time. “I was going to wear that one tomorrow”

MC fiddled with one of the sleeve cuffs before rolling her eyes, not joining in with his halfhearted joke. “So, are you staying?” she questioned, beginning to climb up on the bed one knee at a time, “Or do I have the bed to myself? Again.”

Her words were nothing but harsh on his ears, brash and unforgiving, yet she continued her crawl towards him. Jumin sighed into the air between them: “Don’t make me feel guilty.”

“I’m not making you do anything, Jumin.” She was practically in his lap now, her fingers tracing his jawline through her alluring gaze. “You can run away to that little office down the hallway,” MC had leant in even closer, making it impossible for him to breathe without inhaling her own warm air, “or you could come to bed with your wife for once, hm?”`

Temptress - that was the only word Jumin could muster in the moment to describe his wife. She’d snuck her way into trapping him with so little effort, her thighs either side of his own, encasing him effectively. Their lips locked in silence, moving against each other feverishly as she chased what had been so lacking. “You’re right,” Jumin broke their kiss with care, “I can do as I wish.” His fingers began to thread upward through her hair, all the while her eyes remained focused almost solely on his lips. “And I believe I know what should be done.”

MC hummed in delight, her eye-line following the path her fingers paved now, “Uh huh, and what would that be?” She couldn’t say she’d mentally checked out of the conversation but surely she’d gotten him now - she was a woman with a successful plan and she would most definitely reap the rewards. In her trance, her nails teased around the checked waistband of his trusted pyjamas all but ready to pounce when her husband would step in.

Without a word, Jumin took a grip around both her wrists, resulting in a very unpleasant and warning glare up through his other half’s brows once more. “Something needs to be done about this work before tomorrow—” he admitted with ease, taking a stronger grip as he prepared for her backlash. “But,” his face grew closer as his voice grew quieter: “I do think, at this moment, taking care of my wife is paramount. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Ah..” MC let out a breath at once, her body relaxing from its brink of outrage.

With a smirk, he kissed her parted lips. “‘Ah’ indeed, my love. You put some thought into this; it’d be cruel to ignore that fact.” Letting go of her wrists, his hands creeped around either side of her cheeks and up into her hair; graciously guiding her further up the bed to sit upright in his lap. All the while, their mouths didn’t dare to part, sly teeth pinching at her bottom lip. With her thighs either side of his hips, Jumin’s grasp definitely wasn’t slow to find it’s way downward and have him palming at her flesh which his shirt did the favour of leaving exposed. He was working blind as he fought to keep up with the goddess latched to his lips and his hand worked up the space, god was she even wearing anything under his cotton press?

MC whined fruitfully into his mouth, prompting another smirk. He could feel the firm pressure of the pads of her fingers edging their way up the nape of his neck and into his freshly trimmed hair, though this feeling was second to her hips grinding so desperately down on him. With a particularly lewd moan, he pulled away, almost laughing at how quickly she’d come apart following her prior annoyance. “We’re lacking in patience tonight, my love.” Jumin’s lips trailed to her jaw, then her neck where he’d nip for an illicit a gasp. “I don’t feel we’ll be here long. Will we, beautiful?”

MC couldn’t possibly contain her groans as Jumin’s lips wreaked havoc on her neck: lips, teeth and tongue bruising her skin with care. Her fingers weaved through strands of his dark hair, drawing him closer. “Good,” she breathed: “then you can make time for both your wife and work.” With a particularly hard bite, she moaned a gasp.

Jumin then pulled away, a low chuckle leaving his stomach as his gaze met her’s once again. “I walked straight into that, didn’t I?”

“Definitely.” MC nodded impatiently, her hands and eyes locked onto the buttons of her husband’s shirt encasing her chest. Though, she didn’t make it past the first before Jumin’s hands were wrapped around her wrists again.

“Leave it on.”

“But–”

“I don’t care,” he cut off her whining with that stern tone he was so comfortable with, “you put in the effort to steal it so don’t you dare discard it. And, my darling, you look so very delectable in my clothes.”

A curse passed MC’s lips at his words, her eyes a flutter as she was powerless to prevent him from laying her flat on the bed. One of his hands laid under her waist, the other guiding her thigh to one side to make space for himself, and his lips devouring the moans from beneath him. “You know,” Jumin began another mumble as his lips roamed once more to the crook of her neck, “I’d much rather… you chose a shirt I was less fond of.” He wasn’t expecting a coherent response, nor would he get one. Relentless fingers continued to message at the supple flesh of MC’s inner thighs, silently roaming their way closer and closer to what she craved. “It will be… incredibly difficult to wear the shirt again… I will only be able to think about my wife like this.” And an answer to his question - she had so tastefully opted for nothing under the shirt. Jumin rose to watch her shudder as his fingers ghosted over her, her hands flinching slightly to grasp at the bedding with a single trace of her clit. “Do you understand, my love?”

MC finally met his eyes again, half-lidded as her chest rose and fell with great desperation. What was he saying? Of course, she had become his distraction yet again. “Mm…” she raised a hand to brush away the stray hairs beginning to stick to her husband’s forehead. “You’re saying I’m—” With a guttural moan she had cut herself off, the unannounced insertion of Jumin’s fingers sending her eyes rolling into her skull.

“A harlot.” He took it upon himself to finish the sentence for his beloved. In a need to be closer, he moved to whisper directly to her ear - his lips grazing the hot skin while his fingers rocked away out of sight. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself when it comes to your beautiful temptations.” He could only hear a symphony of moans and gasps. “You know I’d give in to you every single time, my love.”

She whined frivolously, one hand clawing at his toned back and the other scrunching their sheets into thousands of creases. If her own grinding down to meet him wasn’t enough to lose all thought of her surroundings, the addition of his thumb rubbing rhythmic circles most definitely was. She needed to be fucked by him, she thought, but there was absolutely no hope she’d be able to hold out that long. “Jumin… please!” and so the mindless begging began.

“What is it, darling?” He questioned, lifting himself to see that wonderful twisted expression he was so effortlessly causing.

“Please!” MC cried, her neck now strained like her fingers crushing it’s trapped cotton.

“Shall I guess?” Jumin teased, maliciously increasing the pressure of his touch. In an instant, her back had arched and he continued his ruse: “You’re desperately close… You’d like my help to finish, correct?”

“Yes!” Their eyes met for barely a second before MC was writhing again. Her muscles tensed with a great, slurry of whines and she was helpless to keep her legs still. Jumin thanked his arm had not grown fatigued as he felt her end nearing and heard the sweet sound of incoherent begging, pleasure and love. “I’m- I’m… Jumin-”

“Just go ahead, sweetheart.” A small chaste kiss was all that could be managed before her back arched once more and moans streamed endlessly from her barely conscious mind.

She lay, panting for a minute, before Jumin concluded she was back with him. He removed his fingers and gently as humanly possible and watching the remanent shivers wash over his wife. “You ok?” He spoke softly, his clean hand brushing over her flushed cheek.

Silently, she smiled, her once clawed hands smoothing over his toned chest before she could lean up to return his kiss. “Perfect, my love. Perfect.” She jittered in her spot on the bed, though her expression dare not to falter and worry her husband. “I’ll wait for you.”

Jumin sighed, his brows furrowing at her suggestion. “You know I don’t like leaving you after: it’s improper.”

“I know.” MC moved for her thumb to barely graze his own cheek, the feeling a frail as how she looked before him. “But I’m giving you permission… So thirty minutes to go finish your work and then we may go to bed together.”

Had she not had the most reassuring smile Jumin wouldn’t dare listen to her suggestion. Still his concern was audible: “Do you need any help? Anything?”

“No,” she hushed him effortlessly: “Go ahead and I’ll be waiting.”

Jumin stroked her cheek once more, prompting a different type of flush from the one previously faded. “You’ll be asleep in five,” he laughed sincerely.

“I will not!”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Jumin.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #jumin x mc #jumin han #mystic messenger jumin #mysme jumin #mc mystic messenger #mc mysme #mystic messenger drabble #mysme drabble #mystic messeger headcanon #this was sat in drafts incomplete for years

[voltagefandomproject]

Voltage Fandom Content Creation Challenge

Welcome to the very first Voltage Fandom Content Creation Challenge!

The purpose of this challenge is to help bring the active fans together, while helping bring back some activity to the Voltage fandoms. ANY creation/content will be welcomed! Fanfics, fanarts, edits, merch shrines, fanmade creations, moodboards, gifs, character cakes, and anything else you can think of will be accepted! 

The rules for this challenge are very simple as there aren’t many guidelines or specific prompts to follow other than please tag nsfw/dark content accordingly, and please have everything you would like included in this challenge posted by March 4th. I’ll post a Masterlist on March 5th that includes everyone’s submissions. 

@neerons has graciously agreed to help facilitate this event as well! Be sure to consider joining our discord server, where you can meet other fans that are active in the fandoms HERE. Also, please feel free to like the fandom posts on this blog that say please like/comment on this post so others can find your blog! This will help others find your blog, and we plan on making a directory at the end to help promote everyone!

Below the cut are some prompts that are there for suggestions in case you need some inspiration, but please feel free to showcase and use your own prompts, ideas, and thoughts in your creations! Be sure to tag @voltagefandomproject so we can reblog everything that all you talented people want to share! If your work has been reblogged, then we’ve seen it and it will be included in the Masterlist! 

Please don’t hesitate to reach out should you have any questions! Happy creating! 💞

Fluff & Angst Prompts

-First impressions upon seeing the other for the first time

-First date

-First kiss

-First dance

-Comforting the other when sick

-Surprising them by preparing a homemade dinner

-Playing with their hair

-Going grocery shopping together

-Adopting a new pet

-Getting caught in the rain without an umbrella

-Playing hide-and-seek

-Refusing to go do to bed without a goodnight kiss

-Having a thumb war to settle a disagreement

-Holding hands “just because”

-Forcing the other to help with spring cleaning

-Playing hooky from work to spend the day together

-Asking them to officially move in

-Proposing marriage

-Thoughts on seeing them standing on the other side of the aisle before their wedding

-Building a blanket fort

-Sharing a kiss “Lady and the Tramp” style

-Watching a scary movie together

-Playfully arguing over a name of their unborn child

-Making a pinky promise

-First fight

-Breaking up

-Catching them in the act of cheating 

-Breaking a promise

-Losing their beloved for good

-Begging for forgiveness

-Choosing a job/responsibility over their partner 

-Seeing them going on a date with someone else

-Playing an intense game of Mario Kart

-Throwing them a surprise birthday party

-Stealing food from your partner, only for them to kiss and steal it back

-Surprising them in the middle of the day by bringing a lunch to their work

-Discovering them secretly playing a gacha/otome game behind your back

-Switching bodies 

Otome Specific Suggestions

-First character you ever read

-First title you ever read

-Crossover between titles

-AU between eras (characters from KBTBB in PIL for example)

-NPC content

-PoV from the pet’s perspective (Sydney, Little Yamada, ect)

-Throwback title (write something from one of the older titles)

-Holiday fics (Valentine’s Day, White Day, ect)

-AU on what would have happened had the MC NOT met the LI

-Completing the ending of the title 

Smut Prompts (18+)

Seeing them naked for the first time

Their first time together

Making them orgasm in public

Having a threesome with another character

Getting them off only using their mouth

Foreplay with toys

Foodplay

Shower sex

Bondage

Voyeurism

Sex with only the heels on

Cockwarming

Impact play

Gagging

Role play

Getting off by smelling their clothing

Phone sex

Masturbating in front of each other

Temperature play

Skinny dipping

#voltage fandom ccc #voltage inc #love 365 find your story #court of darkness #samurai love ballad party #even if tempest #ayakashi romance reborn #liar uncover the truth #lovestruck

[jasonswh0rre]

AK! Jason Todd x MC/Reader

I want to feel you, but I want you to feel just how much you've made me care about you - Jason ❤️

🤍 Themes: NSFW, Romance, 18+, Fluff (by the end)

🤍 Coupling: Jason Todd/MC (fem.)

🤍 Warnings: Don't read with your phone brightness on high

🤍 Authors Note: This story I've been pondering over, rewriting and editing for a few weeks now. Keep asking questions too and I'll keep answering. I have some music to play as well.

Walking into Jason's room, MC wasn't expecting to find him awake, which further alarmed intuitions as you were concerned that he hadn't eaten. You looked around, and the decor was very minimal and dark. There was a small couch and black duffle bags nearby; in a corner, MC could see a punching bag with a cape and cowl. Your eyes flickered toward the screens ahead, each surveilling a different part of Gotham. Placing the food and water on Jason's desk, you watched the screen, puzzled as to why there was a screen showing billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne's mansion.

"What are you doing here?" a modulated voice asked. MC's heart sunk faster than a clown in acid. Turning around, Jason was right on your heel. "How long was he there?" you thought.

"I brought you some food, just– wanted to make sure you ate," MC answered, eyes flitting back and forth between the screen and Jason's helmet, alas it was only your reflection glaring back at you,

"Thank you," Jason said; a pregnant silence sat between the two, feeling as if your presence may have disturbed him, and you walked away. Walking towards the door, listening to every sound in the room to the last pin drop, there were only two things you could hear, Jason's footsteps and your own heart beating. Turning MC around to face him, Jason pressed a button, lifting the helmet like a veil to a bride. Steely blue eyes were looking at MC's. MC stood still; you could feel Jason's arm wrapped around your waist, chest heaving, and your breath still. MC continued her walk, still facing Jason and playing a dance together; for every step you took back, he took one forward, continuing this weird convulsion of chess until your back brushed against the door. The coolness of the door raises the hairs on your skin.

"Lock it," Jason ordered, his voice; he said it softly as if he were giving you a choice. MC knew better. You knew it was a demand. So you did what he told you, locking the door.

His eyes, all MC could remember, encapsulated your senses, penetrating and freeing your deepest desires. Closing the distance between, Jason kissed MC, taking your lips as a prize, your tongue his ownership; for all his strength and brutality, he was so gentle with you, his fingers barely feeling like a graze.

MC leaned in as well, hands planted on Jason's chest. Jason's kisses soon found their way on MC's neck. He took a small whiff of your perfume, perfectly scented and perfect in every way. Hand rubbing on the small of her back, he let out a small groan.

"What's wrong," MC asked, 

"Too many clothes," he responded, pushing you back; he sat down on a sofa, legs spread as his hand rubbed on his thigh just a few inches from his dick.

"Ladies first," 

MC smirked, leaving the room. You left Jason in a weird stance before he saw your return. Mint green lingerie, the lace of the choker's strap pulling his attention to your breasts, the way they hugged each other, his eyes roaming down to your underwear and how they sat on your hips, accentuating your curves, MC watched the man his knuckles turning white as he seemed to squirm in his seat, even as his eyes stay locked on you.

"You– incredible," he commented; MC blushed at this; you took your time walking to him; you wanted to savor every moment after all, but Jason was having none of that, getting up he had his hand around your waist; his mouth drawn to the hollow part of your neck.

"I want to feel, but more importantly, I want you to feel just how much you've made me care about you," he whispered; unzipping his pants, he took your hand gently and let you feel him; Jason bucks his hips closer into you so you could feel how hard he was, MC's eyes lulled in the back of your head, desperate for more, how could you not when the dessert was so much more appealing than the dinner.

"Would you let me take care of you?" MC asked; Jason came back to his own senses, cocking his head slightly; he had a smile that looked like he was enticing the idea. He removed his shirt for you; he was a masterpiece and a walking piece of art; you roamed your hands on his chest, finger dragging to his stomach.

"Where do you want me?" he asked. You took him by the hand, sitting him on the couch. You kneeled in front, resting your hands against his thighs, fingers tracing a straight line until they found their way to the tip. You were so insatiable, and he was so willing. 

Closing the distance between you, MC licks along his dick; Jason throws his head back, a shudder racking his frame. His hips arched up, urging you on as you wrapped your lips around him. For every lick and suck, MC was lost, senses consumed by the taste, scent, and feel of him. 

When you break apart, you're both panting for breath; Jason leans to pull you to him, laying you down on the couch. Every kiss and touch increases the friction between your bodies until you feel burning up.

"Where do you want me?"

"Everywhere"

Sliding his fingers down MC's underwear, which had already been wet with desire, stroking the very center of her core. Breathe hitched as MC locked eyes with Jason's, eyes glazed over with a desire that could only grow with every stroke and touch of his hand. 

"Not– enough.." 

Fingers deepened, your body arched off the couch, legs shaking, Jason added another, searching for the place that makes you see stars, and when you wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him in as you let out a sharp cry, he knew he found it. 

"How's that?"

All you could do was moan in response as he continued to curl his fingers just so, finding a rhythm. Then his thumb presses against your sweet spot, circling it in time.

"Oh god…"

Your voice echoed throughout the room; Jason sealed your lips to him, swallowing every beautiful sound. Pressed so close together, you feel all your muscles tense, your body right at the brink of ecstasy. 

"Ja–"

"Ssh– I know. Come for me,"

All it took was a few more touches, and MC's whole body trembled, fully in Jason's mercy. MC cried out his name, his face soft and relaxed, as Jason took you into his arms. Bliss was still making your limbs heavy. He kissed the side of MC's head, and your eyes fluttered open, full of affection. 

"Thank you…" you whispered

"You mean everything to me, MC. I need you with me through this," Jason said, still in a daze that his words barely processed, as you began tracing a delicate pattern on his chest with one finger. 

"You mean everything to me too. I… I don't know what I'd do–" You tried to speak, but all that stimulation overpowered you, and you fell asleep on his chest, the soft snores escaping your mouth. Jason rubbed your shoulders, kissing your cheeks and the center of your nose before falling into a deep sleep. 

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[al-hekima-madara-blog]

Hashirama Senju birth chart (Headcanon)

The warm fire of konoha & his ashes

Considering that Hashirama is Madara's alter ego, there will be a lot of reference to my previous birth chart on Madara. If you haven't read it yet it's here. And also now that I know you have read Madara's one, I won't explain deeper like last time each sign I consider you clever enough to do your own research on google to further your knowledges

☉ Sun : Ego – Branding to the world

♑ Libra

Broadly what libra sun wants to reach is harmony. In their perfect worldview everyone is able to communicate and understand each other feeling by the power of love and blabla jutsu. And there is a the real world where it's doesn't work and that's why you need a capricorn friend (Madara) to keep you realistic.

Naruto, Hashirama are both libra and it's not a coincidence. Thanks to @lunyzare 's ask I've already talk in detail about his sun in Libra here . Actually the whole Naruto's serie is a libra anthem inside a scorpionic world. Shinobis are after all shadow warrior using occult power, living in a hidden village with a hokage at his head (shadow of the fire. It's a world between secret society and spying activities Masashi Kishimoto is himself a scorpio with strong libra energy. (Maybe it will be a good idea to do the author birth chart one day. Let me know in the comments if you would like to🤔)

As the MC's ancestor, Hashirama represents this search for an ideal of all people coming together to reach peace. But what people misunderstood is that Hashirama, as all air signs, is appealed by the concept of peace before understanding the reality of building peace. It took him to kill his best friend to realise the consequences of his decisions and the price of his dear village. It's as if before that, he stayed completely careless of all the issues around him.

Often when I think about his famous quote, it reminds me the french revolution. They dreamed to realise equality, freedom and the Human's right where all humans are equals... But before reaching this noble goals, the previous regime had to be slay by the guillotine who had been invented for this purpose of beheading quickly as many nobles as possible. This period is called The Terror in history. And if you wonders, yes France is a Libra country!

In the same fashion, the darkness times took over Konoha in the name of peace. Some people from the village preferably Uchiha needs to be sacrifice to realise Hashirama's dream. There lies the dark side of Libra. They are kings and queens of gaslighting. They are also very good at soft speeches, doublespeak, and politically correctness. By refusing to acknowledge any opinions contradicting their ideal of justice and harmony, it ends up creating a bloodshed to protect it.

Ascendant/Rising Sign : Social personality – Physical Body

♑Sagittarius

For the ascendant I thought about what people see of Hashirama the first time they met him mostly Suigetsu who's the most talkative :

God of Shinobi ( but it's mostly his legacy post mortem)

Bubbly

Full of enthusiasm

Goofy

Loud

Broad figure

someone capable of brief but memorable fit of anger

I don't know you, but when I read my list I see a sagittarius' description. Traditionally to differentiate each fire sign, I like to think of Aries as firecracker , Leo is a pyre , Sagittarius is the wildfire. Nobody knows where it starts but goes rapidly in a rampage and disappeared as mysteriously as it came. Sagittarius got this reputation of being bigger than life, authentic and sometimes clumsy, but loving party, free spirit, loving foreign people, and foreign land, foreign wisdom. Jupiter is the planet associate with Sagittarius. Zeus God of the Gods in greek mythology, the bridge is easy to do with our God of shinobi.

With this ascendant couple with Libra who is already a social sign, I can see why Hashirama's election was not debatable. He was naturally the popular guy while Madara in my description is a very stern double Capricorn who's intimidating unless you know him very well.

☾Moon : Emotion – Comfort zone

♋Pisces

One quality of Hashirama is that he can read people. He has this real emotional smartness. It doesn't mean that he can effectively communicate his feeling (that's mercure's business and that's Naruto legendary best quality) but you can't really lie to him. He's the only person who saw behind everyone facade. He saw behind the fortress of blunt who is Madara and said that he was a deeply sensitive person while everybody think he's the devil (ironically Madara will become exactly what people expect of him in the end). He also discovered first Madara's weakness and used it in his advantage years later.

He read also Sasuke and was the only one of the five kages who believed that answering Sasuke's questions was in the long-term more efficient than rushing into the battlefield.

He read Oroshimaru's mind. Which is the rare moment where our devilish snake didn't feel confident at all.

♂ Mars : Action - Desire

♌ Taurus

In the Narutoverse, fighting's style is the easiest way to guess their mars.

In the same way that Mars in leo was obvious for Madara. Mars in Taurus came to me without a second thought. If Madara as a warrior is the epitome of fire, you need a superior energy capable of blocking such powerful storm. And in all zodiac no one has more resistance than Taurus. Sure the impetuous mars planet is not at its fullest potential in this slow and venusian sign. But what it losts in speed, it gains in determination. A mars taurus is like a unbreakable wall. It's built to resist and when it starts moving at his own pace, nothing can stop it.

Mokuton as his signature is a mix of water and earth element, both consider as feminine traditionally. And in feminine concept there is the idea of being the receiver and the creator. If you study most of Hashirama's fight you can see that he uses mostly defensive jutsu, while Madara has a preference for offensive one. There is the wood dragon technique who absorbs Kyuubi's chakra, Myojinmon or God’s Gate who literally stop an enemi with Tori gate falling from the sky (again it contains someone else's energy rather than attacking). In the creative side : Kajukai Korin makes him grow a lively forest. Shin Susenju : is his most famous offensive jutsu. He can create a giant Buddha statue with a thousand hands. And it took him time to knead his chakra and passing into senjutsu mode but when it's done, nothing can stop him.

And cherry on the top : Leo and Taurus are both fix sign (stubborn and difficult to change) and in synastry Madara's mars in Leo will square Hashirama's mars in Taurus. A square is usually considered as an intense tension. And those two bananas are notorious for creating natural disasters and climate change every time they met on a battlefield.

♃ Jupiter : Infinite Expansion – House of wisdom

♌ Leo

Remember in the Madara birth chart I had both mars and jupiter conjunct in Leo. Hashirama being from the same generation it's most likely that Jupiter is in the same sign (it took about a year for jupiter to move from sign, while mars stay few months).

The duo Mars/Jupiter for Madara enhances the martial and fierce aspect of Leo. A Leo much more authoritarian and narcissistic. But Hashirama has got only Jupiter in Leo that would glorify the brightest side of Leo : generosity, bravery, optimism, luck, having children (his pride). In a way, it makes Hashirama even more popular and lovable. During the warring state era, Hashirama makes most of his dream comes true in his life time. Compared to his friend he got it all : He build his village, was acknowledged and respected by all, he kept his little brother alive, married a powerful kunoichi, controlled through his wife the most powerful of the nine bijuu, seems to have had a family life with his child/children and grandchildren (he spends time with Tsunade), he established a peace (it seems that the first shinobi war start after his death?), he elaborated and transmitted his will of fire, and formed a new generation who will continue his legacy after him. So he thought at his death that peace will prevailed after him and he had accomplished his goal.

☿ Mercure : Intellect – Communication

♑ Scorpio

When mercury is in scorpio, the mental goes more deeper. The intuition is precise like a laser. It can sometimes brought to the surface the darkest part of human's psychis.

Some would say that apart this moment above, Most of the time Hashirama isn't that dark. However, I believe in the same way that on a superficial level Madara is an intimidating character with a secret sensitive nature. Hashirama is for people that solar charismatic guy but underneath that facade, he is, just like all shinobis of his time... a warlord. He didn't reach the top level of his clan by just being cute and smiling. In the warring state era to prove you can lead, you need to show some extreme cold mind. And it's only Madara who's able to push Hashirama to "reveal his guts", to show his authentic self. First when Hashirama was ready to die to prove his good-will and during the valley of the End when he answered the question Madara asked few years ago in the Uchiha's shrine : If he had to chose between his brother/ friend or the village, he will sacrifice everyone for his village.

♀ Venus : Attraction – Seduction

♒Libra

What are Hashirama's desires? First of course is building his village with every clans cooperation. It still fit the Libra's ideal of perfect cooperation.

And what is the object of his desire ? Mito Uzumaki. Based on what she confessed to Kushina in her old days, she seems to have been loved by her husband and this love makes bearable her duty of jinshuuriki.

Mito was in her youth really beautiful, classically beautiful. She looks like a princess from older time. Knowing that Mito is also a taurus. It's an other sign where Venus (planet of love and beauty) is at its peak just like in Libra. I believe Hashirama's attraction to his wife was real.

♄ Saturn : Restriction – Time - Enlightenment

♐Sagittarius

Saturn in Sagittarius means also Saturn is close to his ascendant.

Naruto in Boruto era doesn't actually like that day to day office job as hokage. He does it because it's his duty. I headcanon that it was exactly the same for Hashirama, he's too much of a dreamer, a social butterfly to just seat in an office and sign papers. Actually he first offered the job to Madara for a good reason : yes it will give him a new goal in life to protect the village but let's be honest : Capricorn thrives in responsibility and boring procedures. Yes they want to be an office manager and boss people around all day. They love being in charge and control a situation. If that wasn't for his popularity issue, Madara was really overqualified for the job as hokage. He's just like Tobirama, efficient, rational and over-organised. Imagine if he had put the same energy he put in the infinite tsukuyomi into Konoha? They will be the united state of five nation reaching Naruto Era. That's what you need to administrate and organise a village. But well the people wanted the pretty Hashirama the people got Hashirama… He did it because that's what is expected from him. It's what Saturn does in your life, restricting you to challenge you. Remember in Madara's chart I use the image of the tamed fire : The Judge and the stern spiritual leader. The severe aspect of Saturn in Sagittarius (house 12) is more pronounced in Madara because of his heavy capricorn chart. In Hashirama who is most Air and Fire, Saturn in Sagittarius in his first house will just restrict his freedom, his carefree attitude. He might have felt sometimes depressed and weight down by his responsibilities and the feeling he can't be authentically himself, people expect from him to embody the head of clan, the leader of Konoha, the "God of the Shinobi".

And there is no picture in the Manga where Hashirama is confined his office. He's often outside, on top of the cliff observing his village alone or with Madara. In the fillers you also see him walking around the village, talking with people. And also we know he gambles. Did he starts this bad habit to escape his office duty just like Tsunade did?

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[willkimurashat]

Exactly 0 people asked, but here I am anyway with a rating of Love Island The Game: Ex in the Villa lol!

As you’ve probably noticed, I played each volume as it came out, did not read the spoilers. I always loved litg for giving me escapism from reality I so much craved because it was a fun, problem-free game, where I was the center of attention in a good way, and pixels loved me unconditionally. That is until s5 rolled up. I was really excited about it, even though still not over s4 because they released it so close to each other, but nonetheless wanted to give it a fair go. I was very open to the story and the characters, but about half way through, I just could not defend them anymore. It wasn’t a good time anymore, it was a “how will fusebox piss me off today” time. Anyways, maybe this whole collective trauma of s5 is still very fresh in my mind, and I won’t think it’s so bad as time goes on, but here’s my thoughts on it now.

Disclaimer: All of these are obviously just my subjective, humble opinion - feel free to agree or disagree or add your own:) and if you’d like to use these categories for your own ratings - please, by all means!

Also, potential spoilers ahead:)

So. Let’s break it down into some categories…

Character design: 7/10

This is just my personal taste I guess, but they really went off with Suresh and Gabi. Meera and Johnny made me swoon too. The rest look aight, but I think slight tweaks like aligning Finn’s jaw or Kat’s eyes or making her hair less high up, stuff like that - it would really help. Also, never forget the atrocious outfits (I mean, rubber duckies? Really? The stupid hat? The abominable sandals?? Ugh…)

Character personality: 7/10

I’m probably being too generous, but I do feel like everyone had a distinct personality and a “role” in the villa. Now, where they annoying most of the time? Yes. Were they mean to MC? Also yes, but that’s a completely different point. Did we really get to know anyone or was it mostly just conversations about how Suresh would feel if MC went for someone else and vice versa? I’ll let you answer that one… Disclaimer: MC not included here, she’s an outlier and would skew the score too much.

Character diversity: 4/10

We got some range of characters, but where they done well? Starting with not specifying ethnicities of every single mixed race islander on their applications, perpetuating stereotypes about characters of color and abuse, making them toxic, continuing to make woc villains of the story… LGBT characters being all over the place and, again, villains/unlikeable… Yeah, do better fusebox.

MC design: 6.5/10

My first impression when I saw mc was… not the greatest. My second impression when I played the game - better, but not great. I think my main issue is some expressions, which are just not.. it… I appreciate that they made a curvier body type option, but the face just looks a bit off anyway? Like, don’t get me wrong, there’s definitely potential and so many people were able to make them look hot, but my mc? Idk, can’t help but think that something’s off with her every time I look at her:/ (I figured out who my mc reminds me of btw!)

MC personality: 1/10

It really is a 0, but again, I’m being generous. 16 volumes, 42 episodes and we know absolutely nothing about them. What do they like? Who’s their type? What’s their passion in life? What makes them, well, them? Who is mc? A hologram. A cardboard cut out that only has three preprogrammed comments: yes/no/i don’t know.

MC customization: 5/10

I think overall, the customization was alright and I was pretty much able to make mc look like me, but that being said, I’m a white girl, so I’m privileged enough to not have to run into problems like having ethnic hair gem blocked… And again, I like the curvy body type option, (though it’s still kinda limited), but we still can’t have a choice of feminine/masculine presenting bodies, which I don’t think is too much to ask for (they do it on Lovelink for example). And the outfits… granny fashion and shattered glass bikini? Please just.. let’s just move on.

Challenges: 5/10

The idea for challenges was quite good. Who doesn’t love an obstacle challenge, a snog, marry, pie, a heart racing challenge, or kiss the islander with ___ secret? I know I do! No, we didn’t get the baby challenge or the mean tweets, but it was still a good selection of challenges. However, they were written so… dryly? (Is that a word? It feels like it’s not, but it is now lol.) Anyway, just like the rest of the season, it’s three lines of dry textbook text that just didn’t excite me in the slightest. I read textbooks for grad school every day, I want creative writing in a romance game pretty please! I didn’t feel like I was actually there, doing the challenge. I didn’t care if I won the challenge either because there were no prizes for them anyway and no one-on-one time with our li’s, so… Good idea, poor execution:/

Drama: 3/10

E X C E S S I V E and U N C A L L E D F O R. Of course, it made sense that in a season about Exes in the Villa the main drama will be about Exes in the Villa. I get it, trust me. But you would hope that the drama will get resolved, which in my opinion, it wasn’t. Or it didn’t feel like a satisfying resolution to me personally. It kept going in circles, “hear me out!” “I’m done apologizing!” “Maybe we are different people” “I’m gonna win you back” “How do you think Suresh would feel if…?” “How do you feel now that Suresh is with…?” And the ending was that he wanted to propose to you too, but because of miscommunication it didn’t happen, making this whole drama actually pointless. And that’s only Suresh drama, which if you’re not on his route is tiring, repetitive, and… boring?

Moving on, I wrote a lot of rants about Alfie drama, so I won’t go into it, you all know how I feel. Arlo was feisty with mc for no reason, especially if you constantly reject Suresh’s advances. Drastically changing Meera’s character to an insufferable bitch was unnecessary. Same with Johnny/Nicolas - there was no indication that they are terrible people during casa amor, and the evil master plans came out of nowhere, and only served to further hurt mc. Eddie as a villain was enough for me tbh, we didn’t need the whole villa ganging up on mc. Plus, we shouldn’t be the only ones with drama, I would like to have some fun time at least, thank you very much. Overall, I’m not saying this should be Friend Island - I’ve seen the show, I know how it goes and I know some drama can be absolutely ridiculous, but I just think it wasn’t balanced out at all. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t proportional. (Maybe I’m alone in thinking this, but I think s4 had a good balance of drama/friendships/romance, so it was still there, but it wasn’t overbearing.)

Relationships: 3.5/10

The only points here are for Lulu, honestly. And Gabi, but I might be biased lol. Okay, maybe also Alfie-Finn bromance, I’m a sucker for those. Friendship-wise, the whole season I felt alone and felt like I couldn’t trust anyone. Kat was going back and forth between being my friend and being my rival. Arlo had issues with me… why exactly? I’m honestly not sure… Dana was… just there? Her friendship entailed pulling me for a chat any time I wanted to have a conversation with my li and gossiping or asking for reassurance. Meera was nothing, but an insecure bitch to me. Eddie wanted nothing to do with me, until the very end we’re apparently all buddy-buddy and he’s spilling secrets to me. Don’t forget the blackmailing too. Finn was nice only in one (1) occasion, and that is during Snog, Marry, Pie. Alfie may have been a good friend, but I didn’t do that route with him. Lulu was the only one consistently kind and on mc’s side. Gabi was an interesting addition, it’s a shame we didn’t get to know her at all basically.

Romance-wise, again, felt like I couldn’t trust anyone. It was the first season where I just wasn’t interested in anyone romantically because I didn’t get to know anyone really, and most were horrible to me. When the first character designs dropped, I liked Suresh, then was let down. I liked Alfie, then was let down. I liked Johnny, then was let down. I liked Finn, then was let down. I liked Lulu, but the choice to pick Gabi was just too tempting, and guess what? Lulu didn’t let me down, even as just a friend. (I’m glad I picked Gabi in the end, but I still know nothing about her…) Nobody really wanted mc and mc couldn’t really have anyone either. I think there was a lot of wasted potential with li’s. Like, hear me out: Suresh - enemies to lovers, Alfie/Dana - loyal routes, Finn - slow burn, Kat - friends to lovers, Johnny/Nicolas - partners in crime, Lulu - last-minute-sweep-me-off-my-feet, Gabi - messy, peak drama choice (I mean, come on, two girls wronged by the same ex get together? It’s my favorite part of this whole season - literally why I picked her, and she’s actually a sweetheart:))

Recouplings: 2/10

I remember in s4, I felt like there were too many recouplings, so in s5 they went ahead and gave us the least recouplings possible. Only once (1) can you actually pick someone you want to be with throughout the whole time in the villa, throughout all 42 episodes, all 16 volumes - right at the very end (!!!), unless you also willingly chose to twist switch to someone after casa amor. My main issue is that the whole season can be considered pointless because you can basically never couple up with who you want, casa boys wrong you and leave you anyway, bringing us back to square one with 3 og guys that you might’ve tried to escape the whole time. Or, if you’re on a Suresh route, the whole pining angst, or even, the whole idea of going to love island was useless and pointless because even though neither of them really grow or change as people (sorry my Suresh lovelies, it’s just how i see it), they finally talk it out and make up anyway, so none of these 42 episodes really mattered. Yeah, it angers me.

Finale: 4/10

As contradicting as it may sound, I do believe the team took feedback regarding s4 finale into consideration. We got final dates, prom prep, prom, declarations of love, winner announcements, love vs. money, and even a special vip guest - all components needed for a successful finale, the climactic resolution of the season, right? Wrong. I can live with the sacrifice of afterparty (not that I would want to see anyone from this season ever again anyway), but it seems natural progression of the finale was also sacrificed for the sake of jam-packing everything into the last volume. The events felt like they were happening with a speed of light: recoupling-hideaway (ugh)-date-picking a dress-prom-declaration-winners-money/love. I may be sleep deprived, but this made me even more dizzy. And not even that, but the progression of the relationship felt anything, but natural - it was more of a fever dream, really. I like you, Gabi, I do, and you’re sweet and give me full attention, but other than the fact that you like tattooing and fear squirrels, I know absolutely nothing about you (besides the obvious, of course). So all the plastic rings flying around, “being exclusive” and ahem, a PROPOSAL felt, uh… rushed. This is not Vegas, we are not eloping, and I basically don’t know you, so why, oh why would that even be an option?

Moving on, the resolution of the season overall was quite lackluster. Finn never confronted Kat, continuing on with a perfect illusion of romance for her. Well done, Finn. Suresh leaves (if you’re not with him), and decides to let loose and go to Barbados, clearly indicating that he will resort back to his old ways. Nice. Alfie claims to have become a changed man, even appears regretful about things, but who’s to say if he really did change? A half-assed “we’re friends” speech from Kat really did nothing to me neither physically nor emotionally. Sooo… 16 volumes, 42 episodes later nobody learned anything, nobody admitted they were wrong, nobody really genuinely apologized, and nobody grew as a person. Yet again - the whole season was pointless. Add in the driest, most uninteresting writing and it was enough to leave me disappointed still.

We will not talk about Bobby. I refuse to talk about Bobby. That was not Bobby, he was not canon, it did not happen, and I will not accept any criticism.

Structure: 3/10

The only points here are for casa amor, and even that wasn’t done well (i have a post about it here somewhere). Starting with only 3 couples? Only what, like, 3 recouplings ever? Not a single beach hut moment? Not a single hideaway moment??? (No no, they cannot get away with a lackluster last minute “whatever, you can have your stupid hideaway” scene in the very end of the season) We’ve only been there for what feels like a week?? Are you kidding me? It seems we keep straying further and further away from the format of the actual show it’s meant to be based on and I don’t really like that tbh.

Storyline: 5/10

Tell you what, I was actually really intrigued when they first announced the theme of the season as “Ex in the Villa”. I remember people theorizing how they’re gonna handle it, who they’re bringing in, etc. But, a few episodes in I realized just how limiting it was to constrain the whole plotline to… just Suresh. All the conversations and all the drama got very-very redundant very-very quickly. The only redeeming quality was being able to pick Gabi. Check and mate. Oh, and Lulu. Lulu is my queen:) Here’s alternative ways they could’ve improved it: let players choose who their ex is from given characters; let our ex despise mc and mc despises them back in the beginning (enemies to lovers/enemies to besties); let all islanders be exes of other islanders (it won’t be love island the show anymore, but they weren’t really sticking to the format anyway, so); let mc have multiple exes in the villa (and then those two (or three?) exes fight for them); let players choose the reason why they’re exes.

Writing: 2/10

I’m kinda conflicted because I feel like it did get better, but it also got worse? Like, I appreciate using more of love island jargon and the conversations felt pretty natural, like real people would speak, you know? (But still, I can’t really speak to that, since I don’t live in the UK, my only exposure to different accents is through tv and videos.) But at the same time all conversations (75% of which are about Suresh and MC lol) felt so repetitive and so boring and it dragged on and on and on… and then you look back at the episode and realize that nothing’s happened and you didn’t learn anything about anyone. Character development was minimal, if there at all. Very little character depth, very limited background information. I’m not even going to mention mc… Spicy scenes were basically nonexistent and a massive downgrade from s4 (don’t even talk to me). And even in general, every scene was written so dry, so robotic, and so anticlimactic that it was just constant disappointment. The constant bullying from girls to wear expensive outfits was super annoying and unnecessary as well.

Update: I initially had a higher rating for writing, but after playing the finale, I had to cut it in half for the mere reason that I have reached my limit. The utter disrespect I felt when my eyeballs glanced over the screen and read “NSFW kiss” during a prom scene with Gabi was beyond something I could accept with understanding. Perhaps in some circumstances it could be an acceptable form of writing and communicating, but personally I considered the phrasing as a placeholder, instead of a legitimate description of such kiss. I believe if the company had at least the slightest respect for their players, they would and should do the bare minimum of proofreading the text before releasing it for satisfactory gaming experience. Unfortunately, I had to remove points for personal vindication and emotional damage, which is reflective of how I have been treated as a player.

Replayability: 2/10

Hmmm idk. Idk if I’ll ever replay this one. I never got too attached to characters or the storyline, maybe because they released it so soon after s4 and I wasn’t over that yet. And when I did feel a teeny tiny spark with a character, they went on and did something stupid/annoying/hurtful, so even if I did want to go back and do their routes, I feel like they hurt me and I don’t like them much anymore. The only way I mightttt replay it at some point is to just be a bitch to everyone from the beginning because they all deserve that, honestly…

Overall score: 4/10

Well, and that about wraps it up. I never had this many… negative emotions about a season - me, the person who always tells people to not compare seasons, give it a fair go, and not take it close to heart because it’s a game. I usually love burying my face in a pillow, giggling at my screen, and kicking my feet as pixels swoon over me, professing their undying love, but I was robbed of that this season, unfortunately. I’m definitely gonna miss the memes and the rants here every Wednesday, and being the sentimental ass that I am, I will actually feel kinda sad that it’s over. At the same time, this was the first season that I spent here, as an official member of the litg fandom lol, and I’m thankful to have made friends here, bonding over this season:) Thank you for reading my rants, agreeing with me, and offering your own insights and perspectives! I hope I was able to make you laugh a little bit too:) This season prompted me to write two fics (and maybe more to come) that I’m quite proud of, and it made me want to replay other seasons, so I guess there is some good that came out of it, right? ;) and since we didn’t get a traditional ending this season, in true litg fashion I’ll say it…

…Stay hydrated, islanders xoxo

#well i went off a little bit haha… #i tried to be objective:) #the ultimate rant lol #I’m not going away btw lol! #and if there’s s6 i’ll still play it… #litg #love island the game #litg s5 #litg eitv #litg ex in the villa #litg everyone #fusebox

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Duskwood Fic Rec List

As I already mentioned here, I've summed up a few of the many fanfics for you to not miss it! (Fics I've read before joining the fandom)

I don't own any of these below said writings!! .All the credits to the respective authors.

(A note for authors: I'm so sorry that I didn't get to ask you before posting this.And please do notify me in dm/comments/asks if you want me to remove your links!💕)

there is no particular order of the fics here.

And apologies for my poor quality summary, feel free to jump directly to the links😅😂❤

Well then happy reading ,dearies! 💕💫

ps : please make sure to go and like/appreciate/comment the original fics of the writers mentioned here :D ♡

❃ Cosmic Railway by @love-we-write ❤

Jake and MC are soulmates indeed, their dreams and fate beautifully depicted - multichapter of a total 7 parts!

❃ Tempt me by @mysticpetals ❤

Oneshot♡ - A snippet where MC with wings as white as her soul,is a guardian angel who had a connection somehow to the Mwaf who is a demon, in a totally AU!

❃ Play me! by @hacked-by-jake ❤

Oneshot♡ - Find out how MC mesmerised Jake, with their passion in playing piano!!

❃ We are family by @the-flowerwolf ❤

Oneshot♡ - A brother and sister relationship of the Hawkins, a warm feeling (+warm tears?) is guaranteed!

❃ Beautiful dream by @zmayadw ❤

Oneshot♡ - After solving the kidnapping case and slowly turning towards the peaceful path, Jake and MC meet but, how (dare) could Jake try to run away from his love immediately?

❃ The game has just begun by @escapethewonderland ❤

Oneshot♡ - Someone that MC thought of as a caring brother, is actually what they truly feared not to be.

❃ The forest was never still by @lyricsofravensong ❤

Oneshot♡- What if MC was one among the people who own the word 'guilty' craved in their heart because of the you know who's death, 10 years ago?

❃ Where past is forgotten by @booklover-01040 ❤

Starting with the end of episode 6,how about encountering and reading a different, unique ending of this game?(completed before ep10 release) . A multichapter of about 36 parts!

❃ No stay! Please by @non-binaryzombie ❤

Oneshot♡ - Jealousy gone too far between Darkness and MC's relationship.

❃ Written in the stars by @dreamer-writer-fangirl ❤

Oneshot ♡ - Takes place after ep8, Jake and MC who are practically far away from each other, prove that long distance can never reduce the love they hold for each other.

❃ Ciphers inside of me by @ephemeral-sorrow ❤

Oneshot♡ - A past between young MC and Jennifer , that makes you wonder.

❃ Let's dance by @i-desire-jake ❤

A really cute, sweet highschool AU, pairing Jake x MC - has two parts!

❃ Therapy by @digital-corruption ❤

Oneshot♡ - Funny and unimaginable combo of Dr Ulric Barret and the chaotic duskwood group.

❃ Bullet for him by @lois-carroline ❤

Oneshot♡ - MC would go any limit to save their love, Jake. And now, a bullet.. Are they and Jake safe?

❃ Consequences by @jakeismylover ❤

Oneshot♡- You(MC) always imagined of running together with Jake from his persuers, but instead you're running away to save yourself from him(Jake as mwaf)

❃ You're mine by crow-chaos❤

A Phil x MC x Jake x FBI based fic. Yay That's all info I can give, I'll leave it to you to read further - has two parts!

❃ Your Favourite Gone Place by @duskwood-legacies ❤

Oneshot♡ - A heartmelting side of Phil Hawkins! , pairing Phil x MC

On the contrary, I basically held myself from pouring out my overwhelming emotions about these fics rn😂😭, So a huge thank you , dear authors!💝❤ Thank you very much for making our days better with your writings! ✨(this 3000% goes to all fandom writers and other creaters too, of course🥰❤)

I know I've haven't added some other (g)old fics here. Either it is not showing in search or I don't remember properly. It wasn't intentional, I am sorry :( ❤

Seesh I almost rambled.I'll stop before I start again .Take care of yourself and much love! 💝🌸

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